CHAPTER 11A flash of doubt entered Ryan's mind as the bus came out of the corner and he saw a man in a suit waving them down from the side of the road. He shrugged and slowed. There were plenty of men in suits in the country, from farming advisors to insurance agents or lawyers. Probably this guy hadn't driven to the conditions and had hit ice on a shady corner and ended up in a ditch; found his mobile didn't work and began walking to town.
He pulled to the roadside and opened the passenger door.
"We're heading the wrong way," he called out. "But if you'd like a …" Ryan's words froze in his mouth as he noticed the man raise a small pistol and aim it directly at him.
"Oh we're going for a ride, Pal," he said in an accented voice. "Just do exactly what I say and nobody will get hurt."
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