I wondered what was left to stop Capelli. I also wondered how much hell I was going to catch for putting this demolition derby into action. As soon as I saw the truck commit to the first on-ramp, I grabbed the radio again. All units from Oh-three. The truck's heading north on the interstate.
All units respond accordingly.
But I shook my head as soon as I'd delivered the message. Klesczewski saw me. It was a legitimate counter-question. Neither choice was rational, neither was the whole premise, for that matter. How Capelli hoped to escape, driving a Freightliner with a bunch of cops on his tail, was beyond me.