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Anton, Pavel's driver, steered the Mercedes down a ramp off a quiet London street. The headlights clicked on as they rolled into an underground car park. They cruised past Bentleys, BMWs and a red Ferrari.
Amira tensed up on the backseat of the car. The journey had taken place in icy silence. She knew any hope that Pavel would release her was wishful thinking. She wondered what was in store next.
Anton parked the Mercedes in a space with no cars either side. Tony hauled his giant frame out of the passenger seat with a wheeze. He threw his door shut and opened the rear door for Pavel.
Pavel got out. Amira craned her neck to see him walk around the back of the car. He opened her door. Amira hesitated.
"Come on," Pavel said, checking his watch. "We haven't got long."
"Until what?" Am
