CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Alan wrenched the wheel. The sprightly Italian car reacted instantly, making a sharp left that would have had any SUV rolling on its side.
“Were you followed?” Zero asked him. It was the only thing he could think of in the moment, that Reidigger had been tailed. But Alan was more careful than that… at least he had been in the past. Maybe it wasn’t just Zero who was out of practice.
“Of course not!” Reidigger hissed through clenched teeth. He directed the car toward downtown Liège. “It’s just a couple of cop cars. They must have been in the vicinity when—”
A black sedan darted out from between two old stone buildings, trying to cut them off. Reidigger swore as he swerved to avoid it, but he overcompensated on the pull. “Hang on!” he roared, and then he yanked the em
