Brute Force by Cameron Marc

Author:Cameron, Marc [Cameron, Marc]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, Action & Adventure, Thrillers & Suspense, Political, Spies & Politics, Crime, United States, Suspense, Thrillers, Thriller & Suspense, Thriller, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Pinnacle
Published: 2015-12-29T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 30

Croatia

A half hour after they’d arrived at the Bursaws’ inn, Quinn straddled the little BMW 75/5 under the shade of the beech tree and planted his feet for Song to climb on behind him. She assured him she’d ridden before, but the tentative look in her eye said her experience had likely been on little more than a scooter. Kevin and Petra Bursaw had outfitted them with riding jackets, helmets, and leather gloves from the extras they had accumulated over the years of running a motorcycle touring company.

Quinn, who had crashed more bikes than many people have ridden, opted for a black full-face helmet and an armored mesh jacket—following his father’s advice to plan for the wreck instead of the ride. The jacket had started life as khaki in color but hours under the sun had combined with road grime and bug guts to give the material a natural camouflage that blended with the scrub and limestone of the surrounding hills. Song wore a more stylish half helmet, yellow to match the bike’s bumblebee paint job. Petra loaned her a pair of goggles since the shorty helmet didn’t have a face shield. The breezes rolling in off the sea would be just cool enough to make her kidskin jacket comfortable once they were riding. The lightweight leather was stylish, but was also discreetly armored at the elbows and spine, giving her some protection in the event they suffered an involuntary get-off.

Quinn thought about asking Kevin Bursaw if he had a pistol but decided against it since he was already apparently taking the man’s favorite bike. Petra stuffed a couple of sandwiches and a pair of binoculars in a small knapsack and gave it to Song.

“I am not sure what you’re doing,” Petra said. “And to be completely honest, it is probably better that way. But the sandwiches will help you blend in while you are doing it.”

Quinn put a hand to his helmet in a sloppy salute and then eased out on the clutch, rattling down the cobblestone toward the Državna Cesta D8, a narrow ribbon of highway that ran along the coast of Adriatic Sea. Song scooted up close, squeezing with her long thighs and clenching her fists around his gut as if she was trying to save him from choking. She proved to be a quick learner and relaxed by degrees with each passing mile once they hit the highway.

Traffic was light and other motorcycles made up a good deal of what little there was.

It had been so long since Quinn had been on the back of a bike that he was almost sorry when he came out of a lean on a sweeping corner and saw Anton Scuric’s boat come into view. Song tensed behind him, seeing the boat as well, at anchor a quarter mile out in the aquamarine water, right where Kevin Bursaw said it would be.

Quinn downshifted and turned the bike onto a small gravel turnout on a wooded hill that overlooked the ocean some hundred meters below.

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