Taking Chances [antikvár]

PrologueNothing had happened, yet the threat, the absolute danger, was a presence even before the car was forced off the road. It rushed in with the wind, a terrifying premonition, an advance notice of something too horrible to imagine.The omen paused, then with sublime synchronicity it began locking into reality. The car was rammed off the road. The driver was swearing, struggling with the wheel. With a jarring crash another car hit from behind, projecting theirs into a ditch. Within seconds a swarm of slight young men, toting mini-Uzis and Ml6s, were surrounding the car. Her driver was grabbed from his seat, thrown to the ground and shot through the head. The window beside her was smashed, the door torn open and someone yelled at her to get out.Her limbs were like sand. Shock was hammering through her body. The terror was so great she couldn't move. But she had to, or they would kill her.'Muevete!' one of them snapped. Move yourself!In the glaring light of day she stepped out of the car. The countryside around was tranquil and swathed in mountainous beauty. Traffic sped past - no-one was insane enough to get involved.She was taken to the car in front and pushed into the back seat. She was handed a pair of Porsche wraparounds. They were painted over with nail polish. She