feelings with Alec. Something irreversible.
“No buts, I think you’re losing your mind,” Maggie says.
“I don’t have time to argue. I overheard Alec say something about the nine-fifteen train from Folkestone. What’s in Folkestone?” I demand.
“The Eurotunnel.”
“Exactly.”
Holy shit, they’re planning an attack on the tunnel.
“So?” Maggie argues.
“So what would some evil organization want at the Eurotunnel?” I wait impatiently for a response.
“I don’t know, Tess, what would they want?”
“You heard Alec: boom! Blow it up! This is fucking serious, and you’re standing here arguing with me over who dumped who!” I rant. “Look, I have to call Liam. I don’t have time for this.”
Maggie waits while I get my phone out and dial his number again. Busy signal. Goddammit.
“Shit.”
“He’s ignoring you, isn’t he?”
I shoot her a nasty look and tap out a quick message instead.
Overheard phone call about Nexus attack on Eurotunnel. My best friend’s boyfriend, Alec-something is involved. On the way. T
Send.
Then I race down the stairs with Maggie hot on my heels.
“Now what are you doing? Where are you going? Come back?” she calls after me.
“Gotta go. I’ll see you later,” I shout back, as I exit her building and head straight for my car. I know it’s risky, stupid even, but I have got to do
something
about all this! They may not have mentioned him by name, but it’s obvious they’re trying to pin this whole deal on some agent. I’m pretty sure it’ll be Liam.
He did kill their figurehead at the warehouse yesterday, so they’re bound to be out for revenge. It all makes perfect sense.
I twist the key in the ignition, and my car coughs to life. Just as I pull out of the parking, I see a frazzled Maggie appear waving her arms. Sorry, but I can’t waste any more time. Liam needs my help, and I’m determined to be there for him. If nothing else, it’s payback for saving my life yesterday.
After quickly going through all the options in my mind, I pick what I assume will be the fastest way to the M25. It’s just past rush hour, so the roads are slightly quieter already, allowing me to make good time, filtering in between slower vehicles. Speed limits are for suckers; they mean nothing to me right now, and neither does the risk of more speeding points on my license.
I make it to the motorway in record time, hitting the ramp at sixty-five mph already. As soon as I can see clear ahead, I put my foot down all the way on the gas and milk every last bit of power out of my tired old engine.
There is still a fair bit of traffic, as there always is on the M25, but there are plenty of gaps for me to go through. Gone is the fatigue I’d felt earlier, gone is the helplessness. I have a goal now, and failure is not an option.
My phone rings and rings, but I don’t dare answer it while going this fast. It’s probably Maggie, trying to convince me to turn back.
Liam
I’m boxed in by cars front and back, all making their way through the road works at a snail’s pace. The only release for my impatience is with nervous taps on the steering wheel. I’ve never been claustrophobic, but this gets pretty close right here.
Sure, the speed limit is fifty mph, but usually, there’s always some arrogant BMW driving bastard who thinks he’s above the law, racing through much faster. Not today, though. Today, when actual lives depend on me reaching Folkestone at a decent time, everyone chooses to obey the limit.
“Jenkins, any way around this mess?” I bark into the phone.
Jenkins pauses at the other end; all I can hear is the tapping of keys.
“Afraid not, Everson. But you’re halfway already, then the road opens up again.”
I sigh and disconnect the call. Damn.
Then it buzzes again, once. A message. I take a quick glance at it. Attack on Eurotunnel. Tell me something I
don’t
know. Wait, who is this from?
Tess?!
I do a double-take on the message reading it more
“No buts, I think you’re losing your mind,” Maggie says.
“I don’t have time to argue. I overheard Alec say something about the nine-fifteen train from Folkestone. What’s in Folkestone?” I demand.
“The Eurotunnel.”
“Exactly.”
Holy shit, they’re planning an attack on the tunnel.
“So?” Maggie argues.
“So what would some evil organization want at the Eurotunnel?” I wait impatiently for a response.
“I don’t know, Tess, what would they want?”
“You heard Alec: boom! Blow it up! This is fucking serious, and you’re standing here arguing with me over who dumped who!” I rant. “Look, I have to call Liam. I don’t have time for this.”
Maggie waits while I get my phone out and dial his number again. Busy signal. Goddammit.
“Shit.”
“He’s ignoring you, isn’t he?”
I shoot her a nasty look and tap out a quick message instead.
Overheard phone call about Nexus attack on Eurotunnel. My best friend’s boyfriend, Alec-something is involved. On the way. T
Send.
Then I race down the stairs with Maggie hot on my heels.
“Now what are you doing? Where are you going? Come back?” she calls after me.
“Gotta go. I’ll see you later,” I shout back, as I exit her building and head straight for my car. I know it’s risky, stupid even, but I have got to do
something
about all this! They may not have mentioned him by name, but it’s obvious they’re trying to pin this whole deal on some agent. I’m pretty sure it’ll be Liam.
He did kill their figurehead at the warehouse yesterday, so they’re bound to be out for revenge. It all makes perfect sense.
I twist the key in the ignition, and my car coughs to life. Just as I pull out of the parking, I see a frazzled Maggie appear waving her arms. Sorry, but I can’t waste any more time. Liam needs my help, and I’m determined to be there for him. If nothing else, it’s payback for saving my life yesterday.
After quickly going through all the options in my mind, I pick what I assume will be the fastest way to the M25. It’s just past rush hour, so the roads are slightly quieter already, allowing me to make good time, filtering in between slower vehicles. Speed limits are for suckers; they mean nothing to me right now, and neither does the risk of more speeding points on my license.
I make it to the motorway in record time, hitting the ramp at sixty-five mph already. As soon as I can see clear ahead, I put my foot down all the way on the gas and milk every last bit of power out of my tired old engine.
There is still a fair bit of traffic, as there always is on the M25, but there are plenty of gaps for me to go through. Gone is the fatigue I’d felt earlier, gone is the helplessness. I have a goal now, and failure is not an option.
My phone rings and rings, but I don’t dare answer it while going this fast. It’s probably Maggie, trying to convince me to turn back.
Liam
I’m boxed in by cars front and back, all making their way through the road works at a snail’s pace. The only release for my impatience is with nervous taps on the steering wheel. I’ve never been claustrophobic, but this gets pretty close right here.
Sure, the speed limit is fifty mph, but usually, there’s always some arrogant BMW driving bastard who thinks he’s above the law, racing through much faster. Not today, though. Today, when actual lives depend on me reaching Folkestone at a decent time, everyone chooses to obey the limit.
“Jenkins, any way around this mess?” I bark into the phone.
Jenkins pauses at the other end; all I can hear is the tapping of keys.
“Afraid not, Everson. But you’re halfway already, then the road opens up again.”
I sigh and disconnect the call. Damn.
Then it buzzes again, once. A message. I take a quick glance at it. Attack on Eurotunnel. Tell me something I
don’t
know. Wait, who is this from?
Tess?!
I do a double-take on the message reading it more
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