Chapter 37
Moving forward slowly, Frank kept his eyes fixed on where he had seen the Russian. His thoughts were a mix of self-preservation and keeping the last man alive for questioning. Suddenly, the Russian appeared in a flash of movement, firing a volley of shots in his direction. Frank dived to the hard floor, barrel rolled behind a crate, and returned fire.
A shout from the Russian just before bolting out of the entrance door told him he had hit the target but he instantly regretted firing. He needed him alive. There was a dull sound of a car engine gunning into action outside. Frank, rising to his feet, moved quickly towards the door, following the Russian’s footsteps. He just caught a glance of a black MPV vehicle banking hard down the dusty driveway and then turning left on a roa
