Chapter Eleven
Outskirts of Vilnius, Lithuania
‘That’s the second time you’ve dropped by,’ Sophia said. ‘I’m starting to think you enjoy the company.’
‘Third time, if you count the runaway train in Poland.’ DC gripped the steering wheel and cracked a smile. ‘Am I that transparent?’
‘Yes,’ Sophia said. ‘Plus, I can read your emotions.’
She sat in the passenger seat, MPX with suppressor at her feet, while DC drove their stolen 4x4 into the Republic of Užupis. Marina was visible in the rear-vision mirror, driving a stolen coupe, her expression obstinate under her dark bangs.
They approached the outskirts of a small town: old, brick buildings reduced to walls and columns, planned for construction then forgotten. DC steered them past a sign that said Promised Land, but the words had been
