The question kept spinning in my head. Was this man really an officer bribed by Gwenneth, or just an assassin hired to play the part?
In the end, it didn't matter. There was no way I would sit quietly and let him drive me to some deserted place to be executed. There was probably someone else waiting there to finish the job.
Once my resolve solidified, my body tensed on its own. As if sensing the shift in my intent, the man shifted his gaze slightly from the road. His eyes in the rearview mirror narrowed, cold and sharp, filled with a murderous decision.
He moved faster than I expected. I saw his finger tightening on the trigger.
My reflexes exploded.
My hand slapped the barrel of the gun aside at the same instant a faint click escaped the trigger.
Bang!
A small flash burst from the muzzle as the bullet shot out, tearing through the side window and leaving a long crack across the glass.
