The man opened the SUV’s rear door. “Get the hell out of here.”
Dmitry did not need any more persuasion. He quickly walked back towards the Lada.
While they were talking, Jade had slipped out of the car. She was squatting behind the Lada’s bumper. Traffic was passing by, some of the cars honking.
As soon as the man bent down and tried to fit the jack under the car, she dashed forward.
The next thing the man knew, the barrel of the Sig Sauer was pressing into the back of his head.
“Lie face down on the ground,” Jade barked, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Pushing him down into the gravel, she grabbed both his arms and pulled them behind his back. She felt around and felt inside his jacket. There was a pistol in one pocket. She pulled it out and flung the weapon down the embankmen
