Chapter 59
Think, woman. Think!
She’d had too many drugs, too little sleep and food, and far too many fears for clear cognition.
Dilya and Zackie, accompanied by a trio of soldiers, two women and one man by their sizes and gaits. All three highly trained, but none of them were Emily Beale or Michael Gibson. Not even Mark Henderson. She’d know their strides. Where were they when she needed them?
And once they recognized Dilya for what she was—they’d never forget.
She knew what to do.
Miss Watson shoved the Land Rover into gear.
This was going to get very ugly—very fast.
She jammed the accelerator down to the floorboards.
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