Chapter Nineteen
Jay ignored his ringing phone, attention fixed on the flashing red light. The grip around his wrist tightened as the device lit up again.
This time it was green.
‘He’s clear,’ the second guard said.
The first guard nodded, but kept hold of Jay’s wrist. ‘Stay out of trouble.’
The dog’s barking stopped, and someone yelled in the distance, in Lithuanian. The outhouse guard yelled back in response.
At the edge of his vision, Jay saw the outhouse guard wield his rifle. He was slow to act, aiming at something in the night. A vehicle engine roared to life, then a dark, boxy SUV accelerated hard onto the road, headlights off.
If Jay still had his pentachromatic vision, he would’ve been able to memorize the new number plate.
Screw you, Intron.
The two guards with Jay focus
