She cringes, then runs, this time the right way.
“Klempner, what’s going on?”
“James, get everyone out. And quickly.” He glances at his watch. “Within seven minutes to be precise.”
???
“What the f**k have you done?”
“Never mind. Get them out. Have you seen Finchby or Baxter?”
“No.”
“We need to find them, or we’re back to square one.”
*****
Michael
Charlotte hanging to me, clinging to a wailing Cara, I run out into the dark. I don’t know where we’re going, just out.
Something shrieks by me, hammering into the ground a few feet ahead and my brain catches up with the fact that shots are being fired at us. Behind me, there’s the rat-tat of gunfire.
Ahead of me, a car…
Crap…
In my breathless, headlong charge, for a moment I don’t recognise it, but then I see the face. Richard at t
