Chapter Thirty-Eight
Damien woke to the sound of screeching tires. He was sitting in the driver’s seat of a car, his pistol held loosely in one hand, a blood-stained dressing in another. His memory was foggy … how had he gotten here? And where was Aviary?
He looked across at the passenger seat where she should be, and his eyes locked on a red sedan surging toward him.
Damien’s thoughts snapped into clarity.
Operative.
Damien hit the push-start for the engine; but nothing happened. It wouldn’t, not without Aviary around to crack it.
He was stuck in a metal deathtrap, the operative less than a second from impact—
A Land Rover Defender roared from nowhere, ploughing into the side of the operative’s sedan and flinging it fifty meters down the street.
Damien popped open his door and ste
