CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
Samara had phoned the embassy to warn them, but the person on the other end had put her on hold for the best part of fifteen minutes, listing to some crappy music. Using Kane’s cell, Samara tried Foster’s number, but there was no answer. Samara had suspected there wouldn’t be – after all, the man was in the hospital.
‘ OK, new plan,’ Samara said. Kane stared into her eyes and trembled slightly as if he had read her thoughts.
‘You want me to drive there?’ Kane said.
‘Nope, I’m driving. You're handling the phones,’ Samara said, lept into the driver's seat, and started the engine. Kane got in and fastened his seat belt.
‘You know this is going to be a really bad idea?’ he said. Samara just shrugged, smiled and hit the gas.
They were heading south towards Attard when
