Chapter 16Two hundred meters, left turn. Fifty yards, cobbled road, right turn. Laying on the back seat of the X5, cuffed and with his legs bound, Sam tried to record the journey in his head. Using what little he could discern from the restricted view through the dark tinted windows he tried to imprint it into his brain. It was how he'd been trained to deal with kidnap situations during his time in the army, then a second, very similar course when he'd gone back to the Middle East on close protection work. The rule was, try to remember how far you'd been taken from the point of capture, what direction you'd travelled and for how long. Any recalled smells or sounds could mean the difference between life and death, being found or being beheaded on some fanatic's internet broadcast. Sam never
