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Driver hit Wells with a glare as cold as ice water. She planted the toe of her boot hard between his ribs.
‘I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,’ she said, as he doubled over in pain.
Kovac seemed to enjoy it.
‘Can I do it again?’ Driver asked the Serb, an exhilarated smile on her face.
‘Part of me says continue,’ he replied, ‘Another part of me wonders how serious you are.’
‘What do you mean?’ Driver asked.
Kovac held out his pistol for her to take. ‘You still want to join us?’
‘More than ever,’ Driver replied, lip curling at the sight of Wells.
‘Then prove it,’ Kovac continued, spinning his Beretta round in his hand.
Driver grabbed the butt of the gun. She checked the clip and the chamber.
The interrogation room was stifling. The stench of body odour
