The villa burned behind them, orange flames leaping into the night sky.
Adam crouched low in the back seat of the rented sedan, his gun still warm in his hand. Sandra drove, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Nina rode shotgun, her eyes on the rearview mirror, scanning for headlights.
“Anyone following?” Adam asked.
“Not yet. But they will be.”
“How far to the border?”
“Twenty minutes to France. Thirty to Germany. But we won't make either. They'll have roadblocks.”
“Then we hide.”
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The road twisted through the dark countryside.
Adam called Leo.
“We have a situation. Krause escaped. His men are dead. The villa is on fire.”
“Dead?” Leo's voice was tight. “How many?”
“I don't know. At least three. Maybe more.”
“The Swiss police will be looking for you. You need to get o
