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Rios rode in the back of the black Mercedes MPV with her black padded rifle bag across her lap. She gripped the door handle as the body of the van rolled to the left, hugging a tight-right turn.
Tyres squealed but the van held, Baptiste at the wheel, quick-shifting through the gears.
Anna had forwarded Driver’s location, courtesy of Lim. Or at least, they hoped she would be there. Anna had triangulated the 4G signal of one of the men who’d grabbed her – whether she was alive and in the game was another thing.
Had the hackers smelled a rat and kidnapped her for torture, or worse? No one knew, but Rios was itching to find out as Baptiste followed the navigation system on the Mercedes to the man’s last known location.
She lurched forward as the van skidded to a stop in the middle of t
