I trace the picture in my mind. "So when Knox’s convoy arrives at the crash..."
"The driver and the escorts only have two choices," Locke says. "Sit on a bright, open highway waiting for a tow truck, or turn onto Old County Road to bypass the crash. They’ll take the detour because sitting still makes them easy sitting ducks."
"Okay," I say. "Now the convoy is on the small dark road, surrounded by trees, with no cell phone signal. What happens to those armed escorts?"
"The moment Knox’s convoy enters the trees, Bishop turns on a small signal jammer hidden in the bushes," Locke explains. "That breaks the satellite signal on the truck's GPS. Knox will lose track of them, but they won't panic immediately: they’ll just think the convoy hit a normal dead zone for a few minutes. And while they
