Intrigue In Geneva – Episode 12
“Where the hell did it come from? It wasn’t there thirty seconds ago,” he growled. He jammed his foot down on the accelerator and their powerful car leapt forward.
“Perhaps it tailed us from Geneva,” Sami said hesitantly.
“Nobody followed us.” Anton replied.
Dvora looked into the side mirror as they flashed past a street light.
“It’s an Audi,” she said. “This year’s model, and top of the range. Two passengers and a driver.”
“We’re coming up to the outskirts of Lutry,” Sami said.
The Audi gradually increased its speed, steadily closing them down metre by metre.
A sharp bend in the road caused Anton to swerve, narrowly missing the kerb by a few centimetres.
“Drive faster,” Sami cried.
Anton gripped the wheel until his knuckles turned white. He leant forward, peering into the blizzard. Huge snowflakes slapped against the windscreen with increasing force. His visibility was down to a few metres. No street lights lit up this section of the road. He flicked the headlights onto full beam. He could feel the full force of the wind as it battered the car. Drifts of snow had begun to gather on both sides of the road. Sweat prickled on his forehead. He risked a glance into the mirror. Damn. The Audi had caught him. It sat on his bumper, patiently waiting, willing him to make an error. He drove out of a bend, and a straight stretch of highway came into view. Anton pressed harder on the accelerator. The car responded, surging forward. He felt it vibrate. His wing mirror cracked, shattering into pieces. Fragments clattered onto the icy road behind them. Dvora threw herself flat on the seat as the rear window exploded and sharp shards of glass flew into the car.
She screamed. “Get down!”
A blast of freezing air filled the car. Sami took the 9mm Beretta out of the glove box and handed it to Dvora.
She raised her head and risked a look at the Audi. Immediately a hail of bullets peppered the roof of the Mercedes. She ducked back down and shook tiny splinters of glass out of her hair.
The Audi slammed into the back bumper of the Mercedes, throwing all three of them forward. Sami howled in pain as his knee crashed against the dashboard. Anton felt the wheels slide. He hung onto the steering wheel, frantically pumping the brake. A smell of burning rubber pervaded the car. The Mercedes couldn’t hold the road. The tyres lost their grip and the car began to skid.
