“Who was that?”
“Katy, I don"t know,” said Grant, frantically turning the steering wheel.
“What just happened?”
“We were attacked… targeted,” he replied, his eyes flicking from the mirror to the road in rapid succession.
“Why? Is this something to do with your old job for the government?”
“Katy, I don"t know!”
“Dad – they tried to kill us!”
“Katy, I know. Just stop for a second and let me think! We"re safe for the moment. No one is catching us. Not today.” Grant hoped he was right and he hoped he sounded convincing enough, for Katy"s sake.
But her question, the one that dug down deep; was this to do with his old job? The attack was definitely targeted against him; Katy would have just been in the way, a nuisance, collateral damage. It had all the hallmarks of a professional hit; we
