Another intersection, another missed turn. It looks like we’re heading out of the city. I grip the phone and slowly pull it from my purse, just enough so I can see the screen. I have Zara on speed dial, and I only need to click the button. Both my hands and legs have started to shake. “I really wouldn’t do that if I were you, Miss Veronese.” My head snaps up. Holding my gaze in the mirror, the driver pulls a gun from his holster and places it on his lap. “What do you mean?” I try to play dumb, even though I know I’m busted. “Alvino’s orders were quite explicit, Miss. No harm is to come to you
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