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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
Liam’s gaze darted around the confined space. The
doors were locked. The windows, tinted, probably
bulletproof. This wasn't a taxi. It was a mobile prison.
He thought of Evelyn, captured, facing God knew
what. He thought of his family, safe but oblivious. He
was their only link to the truth. He couldn't fail.
His eyes fell on the driver’s neck. The bulge of the
earpiece. The tell-tale sign.
He had seconds.
He needed a weapon. Anything.
His gaze swept the interior. Nothing. Just the worn
upholstery, the faint smell of stale air freshener.
A desperate, reckless idea formed.
"I need to take a leak,” Liam said, his voice
surprisingly calm. "Pull over."
The driver scoffed. "Not a chance, pal. We're on a
schedule."
“You better," Liam said, his voice hardening. "Or
I'm going to make a mess right here."
The driver’s jaw tightened. He glanced in the
rearview mirror. "Fine. But one wrong move, and
you'll regret it."
He slowed the taxi, pulling over onto the shoulder
of the deserted road. He kept the engine running, the
headlights cutting through the darkness.
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