She swung the van behind the hotel, and the solid rubber tires bounced over the uneven pavement of a delivery alley. A Mutt-and-Jeff pair of commandos appeared from an alcove near the alley’s end and moved out onto the sidewalk to block any pedestrians who might end up between Dawna and the city street.
Basia’s hands rested on her denim-covered knees, and her breathing rasped out through her mouth. Ladyshimarray braced her feet against the floorboards and splayed the slender brown fingers of her left hand against the dash. Her right rested on the grip of the pistol holstered at her belt.
The stumpier commando signaled all clear, Dawna punched the gas pedal, and the van shot across the narrow strip of sidewalk and made a sharp right turn onto Aleje Jana Pawla II.
Ladyshimarray’s eyes sea
