The Extinction Agenda by Michael Laurence

Author:Michael Laurence [Laurence, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, Mystery
ISBN: 9781250158482
Google: waDSugEACAAJ
Amazon: B07J4X3MSC
Barnesnoble: B07J4X3MSC
Goodreads: 41150363
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2019-09-03T05:00:00+00:00

43

They were barely out of the trailer park when Mason felt something sharp prod the soft tissue beneath his jaw. Warmth trickled down his neck. He didn’t even have the energy to try to turn his head.

“Would you get that thing out of my neck?”

“Who is he?” the woman asked.

“Take the knife out of my neck.”

“Knife in your neck?” Gunnar said through the earpiece. “What in the name of God is going on there? Are you all right?”

“Not now, Gunnar.”

“If you get blood on the seat I’m going to kick both of your asses,” Ramses said.

In one swift motion, the girl swung her legs over Mason’s shoulder and landed in the backseat without removing the knife from his skin. She grabbed him around the neck from behind the headrest with her left forearm and pushed harder with the knife in her right. He grimaced and cocked his head as far away as he could.

An impressive move.

“Driver,” she said. “Tell me your name.”

With the panic came the accent.

“I’m the guy who’s saving your skin, in case you didn’t notice.”

She gave the tip of the knife a twist and Mason nearly came out of his skin. The blood felt like it was flowing freely now.

“Jesus,” Mason said.

“Ramses,” he said. “Like the pharaoh.”

Another twist. Mason bared his teeth. It felt like she was digging into the underside of his mandible.

“For Christ’s sake! That’s his name!”

She withdrew some of the pressure. Mason knew he could snap her wrist without a whole lot of difficulty, but she could undoubtedly spear his tongue to the roof of his mouth every bit as quickly. She kept her head down and her face concealed behind the headrest. He could only see a lock of jet black hair hanging out from beneath her hoodie.

“Ramses.” She pronounced it Rahm-zees. “When I tell you to stop, you are going to pull the car to the side of the road and let me out or I will cut James Mason. Very deep.”

“Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Go ahead and cut him.”

“Ramses,” Mason said.

“Did he just say what I think he said?” Gunnar asked.

“Not now, Gunnar.”

“He said his name was Ramses.” The woman shoved her knees into the back of Mason’s seat and used the leverage to ratchet her forearm even tighter around his neck. “Who is Gunnar?”

“Gunnar’s on the Bluetooth in my ear. Ramses is the driver.”

She loosened her grip ever so slightly.

“Do what I tell you, driver, and I will not hurt this man.”

“Go ahead. Carve him up like a Thanksgiving turkey, for all I care.”

“Damn it, Ramses. You’re not helping.”

“His blood will ruin your seats,” she said.

“Can’t have that,” Ramses said. Mason didn’t even see him make a move for his pistol, but it was in his hand all the same, with the barrel nuzzled against her forehead. “His blood, I don’t want. I know where he’s been. Your blood, I can live with. Now, get the knife out of his fucking neck.”

Ramses somehow managed to drive with his left hand and hold his

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