Two days later, Tyler had managed to convince Mary to come with him to France, but on the way to the airport, they were ambushed by Javier’s men, and they drove around the outskirts of the city for a few hours, hiding for a day in an unknown cheap hotel, uncertain of what to do next. He’d chanced a stop in a drive-thru sandwich joint to get a little food for Mary and himself. Being out of sorts wasn’t something he was accustomed to.
Interrupting his thoughts, the mobile phone ringtone sang from his right front pocket.
An attack within three days since he came to Scotland had caused both him and his passenger, who was relaxed and had not even broken a sweat from the ambush. Mary even told Tyler that she knew those goons and that they were the ones who guarded her when she was held captive
