8 The slipstream stung Terzi’s eyes and swept away his tears. His eyes were slits, tunnel vision on the Al Jumeirah expressway connecting the Crescent to the mainland.
In his mind’s eye he kept seeing Rashnikov falling, the blood pooling, the defeated realisation on his friend’s face. How had the Russians found them? No, that was possible, in fact it would happen… eventually. But bin Rashid should have warned them. Unless somebody had convinced bin Rashid of the consequences of harbouring enemies of the Russian state.
It didn’t matter. What mattered was it was better for Terzi to escape than both be captured. If Rashnikov survived, Terzi could… would he ? Was Rashnikov even worth it anymore?
A few months ago, Terzi had the perfect opportunity to shrug off his old life with all its burd
