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Even by Jana’s high standards, this was impressive. As they escaped the confines of the forest and the road widened out into three lanes, Kovac checked in the passenger mirror.
He watched as the trailing SUV slowed and crashed in the far distance.
‘One down, one to go,’ Kovac said. ‘What about the other one?’
‘Going as fast as I can,’ Jana replied, her face a picture of concentration.
‘You can go faster,’ Kovac insisted, as the remaining SUV dropped behind them.
They were in a strange stand-off, neither side wanting to engage in the presence of the warhead. But the Serb couldn’t pass up such an opportunity.
‘Wind down your window,’ Kovac ordered Graf.
His right-hand man obliged and the Serb raised his pistol, aiming for the woman who’d destroyed his Berlin cell and now had his i
