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“Where are you taking us?” Ronny Sarasani asked anxiously. They had just crossed the long, monotonous bridge and turned right.
Jamie had looked back a few times along the way, hoping to see Keith Balon’s Mercedes. But instead of the Mercedes, all he saw was the red Jeep. “Murat is behind us, isn’t he?” he said to Yücel.
“What?” Ronny said, looking over his shoulder. He saw the red Jeep, but not the Mercedes in which the two detectives were supposed to follow them. “Only I don’t see …”
Jamie punched him in the stomach.
“Don’t see what?” Yücel asked. He looked at the boys in the backseat through his rearview mirror.
“Um… I just don’t see who’s next to him,” Ronny lied.
Yücel drummed his fingers on the wheel of the Camry. He slowed and steered the Camry onto a deserted dirt road.
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