The Highway Held a Second Fire

“I’m the only one who can see the scene.” He jumped down, snatched a tow rope from the bed of a stranded pickup, looped it around the guardrail, and tossed the end into the maintenance path beneath the bridge. It was a narrow concrete strip along the river, usually used by crews. Nobody was watching it now because everyone was staring at the road above. Grace grabbed his arm. “You can’t clear a highway by yourself.” “I don’t need to clear it,” he said. “I need to stop them from lying.” He looked back up at the bridge. The black van’s side door was closing. A man in a reflective vest handed something to a figure in a police car. Not papers. A small wireless device. Elias knew exactly what it was. A signal spoofing unit.