The shotgun rider scrambled clear and stood beside the Lincoln for a moment, scanning empty sidewalks in a ritual that had become routine.

Jess drove, no shotgun rider along.

Let them sort out the puzzle of the missing driver and his shotgun rider.

The driver and his shotgun rider hurried to bail out, but Hawk was waiting for them, peering through the sights of his Kalashnikov.

As she did, the face of the shotgun rider slid into view, inches from hers.

When they'd cut the gap by half, the shotgun rider in the speed launch turned to stare at Bolan, lifting something to his face.

Only the shotgun rider escaped death.

The shotgun rider guided him beneath the 395 interchange and past the gently rolling greenery of Bicentennial Park, the ocean on their left now.

When the forward shotgun rider spoke, Brognola nearly jumped.

With his right he threw the combat knife across the few feet of space in the cab before the shotgun rider could angle his weapon around.