Perfect Shot by Steve Urszenyi

Author:Steve Urszenyi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group

CHAPTER 36

THREADNEEDLE STREET, LONDON

She noticed the two men the moment she exited the bank. One was standing to the right of the staircase as she descended. He immediately discarded his half-smoked cigarette, telegraphing his intentions even before he began to move up the street behind her. The other man stood directly across the street, trying not to look at her, which confirmed he was doing just that. His journey along the road started the instant she turned up Threadneedle.

A four-year-old could have spotted these two buffoons.

She scanned the route ahead. The road was a tall canyon of eighteenth-and nineteenth-century stone buildings. Other than some light traffic, it was clear of immediate threats. She was at a disadvantage, not familiar with the layout of the area. Not ideal. She couldn’t see any obvious escape routes. No side streets nor a conspicuous, sizable public building like a shopping mall to dodge into. Still, a short distance ahead on the other side of the road, a gated entrance to what seemed like a laneway, or perhaps a courtyard, looked promising. It might contain multiple exit points. Or none.

She aimed for the alley as a primary means to break out of her surveillants’ visual field. She’d be there in under a minute. Maybe she would lose them before needing to confront them. Either way, she was perturbed; she had no time for drama.

She crossed the street and the big man behind her picked up his pace, keeping to his side of the road. The more diminutive fellow was now a short distance behind her. She slowed her pace to force the men to adjust theirs.

Thirty seconds.

Whoever they were, whatever they had planned would be more challenging to accomplish if she kept her movements less predictable. And since altering her destination wasn’t in the cards, playing with the game’s timing was.

Twenty seconds and she’d hook right, into the laneway.

The big one, the man who had been smoking outside the bank, had soared ahead, then crossed over and doubled back toward her. The other one hadn’t slowed to match her speed but seemed content to gain on her. It appeared, then, that their plan was the same as hers. The laneway would prove to be the intersecting point of their engagement. She knew it, and they knew it.

Alex was sure they were Russians, but the question remained—what did they want? It seemed her phone was compromised again. Using it had been a careless mistake on her part. She had let her emotions throw her off her game inside the bank vault, and this looming confrontation was, therefore, of her own making.

Had they listened in on her call with Chief Bressard outside Krysten’s apartment? Or her call with Jonathan from inside the bank? Had they intercepted the photos she had sent to Interpol? Or were they merely tracking her phone’s location? Of course, it was also possible that her surveillants had utilized the low-tech option and simply followed her from Shoreditch and Krysten’s apartment. And, having seen her go into the bank, now they were wondering what she had been doing there.

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