Hard Pursuit by Pamela Clare

Author:Pamela Clare [Clare, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-73529-392-9
Publisher: Pamela Clare

12

Malik pulled over at the first filling station they saw, uncertain how many miles lay between them and the next one. “I think this place has restrooms. Take advantage of it while you can. There aren’t many public restrooms here, and the ones that exist are pretty disgusting.”

“I’ve lived here for the past nine months, remember? Do you have any Nigerian money? They might charge.”

He reached into his wallet, drew out a ten. “That ought to be enough. I think I’ve got a baseball cap to help you hide your hair, too.”

He grabbed it out of his duffel, handed it to her. “Try not to let anyone see your face, and pretend you don’t know me if we run into each other inside.”

She tied up her hair, hid it under the cap. “Got it.”

SIG tucked in the waistband of his jeans, he watched as she made her way indoors. Then he topped off the fuel tank and filled both gas cans. He wanted some insurance that they wouldn’t run out of fuel if they were forced to leave the highway and take backroads. When he was done refueling, he went inside to pay, entering the building just as Kristi was walking out.

She didn’t so much as look at him.

He paid for the gas and the restroom, took a leak, and then walked back out to the vehicle. While Kristi sat inside with the windows up rubbing her hands furiously with hand sanitizer, he went to work, searching for the anti-theft GPS tracker. It would be small, not much bigger than a deck of cards. Based on experience, he checked beneath the engine and found it attached by magnets to one of the struts.

He ripped it off, tossed it into a trash bin, and got back into the driver’s seat.

“What was that?”

“It was a GPS tracker—an anti-theft device. I wanted to get rid of it so they can’t track us if they connect us to this vehicle.”

“Shit. Do you think they know where we are?”

“No.” He didn’t want her to worry unnecessarily. “If they did, their trail ends here, near the intersection of two highways, one heading north and the other heading south to Lagos. Once they realize we didn’t catch a plane, I’m sure they’ll think we’re on our way to Lagos.”

They set off again, merging back onto the A124.

“What do your parents think of you flying off to Nigeria by yourself to risk your life rescuing some woman they haven’t met?”

That was a question he hadn’t expected.

“My parents don’t know about my missions. They don’t ask, and I don’t tell. Operational security. I couldn’t share information when I was with the Rangers, and I don’t share it now.”

“Don’t they worry?”

“I’m sure they do, but they’ve learned to live with it. They didn’t want me to enlist. They wanted me to go to law school.”

“Law school?”

“My mom is a district court judge. My old man teaches law at Emory University. My older sisters both studied law, but only one practices. The other runs a restaurant in Marietta, outside Atlanta, with her husband, Dustin.

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