21
A Drive In The Country
The time behind the tractor had cost us dearly. Here they came, in three supercars, no doubt jacked from fleeing guests.
We had a black Mercedes coupe, a white Aston Martin convertible and a Porsche in electric blue on our tail. I worked the paddles behind the wheel and picked up the pace, braking harder and later into each tight bend, one mistake away from a thousand-foot drop.
I glanced in the rear view and saw they’d brought guns, with a henchman leaning out of the passenger window of each car, ready to spray our brains over the quilted Bentley leather.
“f**k!” Irina shouted. “What do we do?”
“Keep your heads down and imagine you’re somewhere else,” I said.
The guy hanging out of the lead car let off a round. He missed. Bullets fizzed all around us, our
