The attack came without warning.
I stepped out of the lobby with Julian beside me. Glass shattered, and gunfire ripped through the damp London night. I knew the sound too well.
Julian reacted instantly, shoving me behind him as my security team formed a tight, moving wall of black suits and drawn weapons. “To the car! Go, go, go!”
The team moved me toward the armored black sedan at the curb. Bullets chipped stone from the facade. A bodyguard on my left grunted and fell.
The shooters knew their work. They had come to kill me.
Someone wrenched open the car door. I was halfway behind its bulletproof panel when I saw the red light.
A small red dot climbed from my sleeve and settled over my heart.
A sniper.
Julian shouted a warning. The driver stared past me, and a muzzle flashed on the
