30Boots thudded against concrete, so loud the men had to be fewer than ten feet from me. And then the footsteps paused.
I held my breath.
A dog howled, startling me. I hadn’t expected the guard force to have dogs. My two stalkers quickened their footsteps, moving past without speaking. I counted to five and raised my head.
Two stocky men receded into the soup, moving downhill. They walked like professionals, angling their bodies away from each other to give themselves visual coverage over a three hundred degree scan. In the rainy darkness, they were as anonymous as the helmeted bikers who’d driven me off the road two days before. In all likelihood, the same men.
Anger flamed through me, my rage hot and instantaneous. My life had turned into an infuriating foreign-language film, the kin
