Her First Mistake by Nadya Frank

Author:Nadya Frank [Frank, Nadya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, mystery, female sleuth, crime, action, international, russia
Publisher: Nadya Frank
Published: 2022-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

Meanwhile...

When the car lurched to the side, Kirill thought it was because of the water.

A couple minutes before, Dad had reached back, his left hand still on the steering wheel, asking, “You have water there, buddy?” There was a bottle of BonAqua in the Audi’s door pocket, so Kirill put down his phone and held the water up between the two front seats. But before he could pass it to Dad, Aunt Evelina snatched the bottle from his fingers.

“I’ll do it,” she said. From where he sat in the back seat, Krill could see her shoulders moving as she unscrewed the lid, placed it on the dash and handed the open bottle to Dad. “You can’t be distracted while driving. Drivers are crazy these days.”

Kirill rolled his eyes. Typical Aunt Evelina. But maybe she wasn’t that wrong, because a moment later their car lurched sideways.

He heard Dad say, “What the hell?” Then inertia threw Kirill across the seat, his head meeting the plastic interior of the door. Of course, he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. He tasted blood, pain searing where he bit down on his cheek. When he glanced out the window, he could only see black, and he thought he’d hit something important in his head, damaging the optic nerve, or he was blacking out.

But no. It was a car. The side of a big black SUV driving way too close to them, pushing them off the road.

That stupid bottle of water wasn’t the culprit, after all.

Dad honked, his knuckles white as he clutched the wheel. “What are you doing, asshole?”

“Maybe he’s drunk.” Aunt’s voice shook. She clutched the handle over her head.

Kirill clutched onto the duffel bag by his side. The bag of his stuff. Pink, of all colors. One of these lesser-known luxury brands Mom called “decent”—as opposed to Gucci, Prada and Dolce & Gabanna Mom considered bad taste. At least she hadn’t tried to peek inside the bag when he was leaving. He was sixteen, after all. And if she did, she would be very surprised about what he had gathered for a weekend stay at a friend’s country house.

He thought of Mom then. How she hugged him on the porch and joked that he was a big boy now and could make it to his friend’s place just fine without her in the car.

Now, he scooted to the center of the seat, his eyes transfixed on the black car looming in the window. He couldn’t see inside the SUV’s cabin with its windows tinted black. The car rattled as the wheels raced across the uneven pavement of the shoulder. Then they began to slow down.

“Are you stopping, Pap?” Kirill leaned forward, grabbing the headrest of Dad’s seat.

“I’ll just wait until this moron—” Dad trailed off, because the moron, the SUV, was slowing down too. It came to a full stop, positioned parallel to them, not even bothering to clear the lane for other cars.

And there was no other car on the road as far as he could see.

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