Chapter 253

“All right.” She gripped the wheel, hoping this wasn’t where and how her life ended.

Victor leaned out the window and started firing. A glance in the rearview mirror told her he hit nothing. He let out an ugly curse.

Up ahead, she saw a river that looked at least a few feet deep. “Victor, I have an idea.”

“What the fuck do you want?” he shouted as he took his next potshot at the hitmen.

“What if we drove through that river? The truck is much taller than the sedan. Perhaps we will make it?”

He slammed back into the driver’s seat, tossed the gun between them, and jerked the wheel from her grasp as he scanned ahead. “And they will get stuck. It might work. Perhaps you’ll eat tonight after all. Hold on to something.”

Laila did, clinging to the door with one hand, the dash with another, her teeth jarring as they rumbled down the road, straight toward the river. A bullet pinged off the door inches from her. She bit her lip to hold in a scream.

Fin