That’s Liam’s car, isn’t it? The license plate number is the same. I only notice because it ends on ‘1234.’
I’m just about to drive up next to it to find Liam, when I see a blond-haired man dressed all in black, waving to one of the policemen standing by the barriers blocking our way. That’s not Liam! He turns to walk back towards the car, and I recognize him immediately.
He looks just like the detective who killed himself at the airport, just with slightly longer hair. Either it’s his ghost or his doppelganger. Either way, I’m certain he’s Nexus. What’s he doing with Liam’s car, though?
Then the pieces fall into place. Any doubts I may have had before are wiped away. This is how they’re going to pin it on Liam: they’ve planted the bomb in his car, and creepy blond man will drive the car onto the train, pretending to be him.
Seeing as Liam isn’t here yet, and boarding is starting within the next five minutes, there’s no way he’ll get here in time to stop the attack. Instead, he’ll arrive just to take the blame. I can’t let that happen!
The scary blond man gets into Liam’s sedan and switches it on. Behind me, someone blows their horn loud enough to make me jump.
Shit, I’m blocking the way and attracting attention to myself.
At this rate, I’ll be spotted and ruin my element of surprise.
I pull away and straight into the other security check lane, as far away from Liam’s car as I can manage. It turns out that the Nexus guy wouldn’t have noticed me anyway, because the policeman he had just exchanged words with waves him through the barrier without even checking his car.
Meanwhile, I’m greeted by another cop who knocks on my window.
“Open your trunk, please? Routine inspection.”
Oh Jesus, you’ve got to be joking!
I force a smile and hit the lever next to my foot. The policeman walks around my vehicle, inspecting it from underneath using one of those mirrors on a stick, before looking inside the back for a moment. I breathe a sigh of relief when he closes the trunk shortly after. Hopefully, I’ll be able to catch up with the guy in Liam’s car and see what he’s up to now.
“Passport, please,” he says when he makes it back to my window.
A cold sweat erupts all over my body. Passport.
Fuck
. I hadn’t thought of this.
With shaking fingers, I grab my purse from the passenger seat and pretend to look for it in there.
Think! What do I do now?
They’re not going to let me through without it, and meanwhile, the Nexus guy is going to blow up the train, and I can’t do anything about it!
After wasting a few seconds with my handbag, I open the glove box and rummage around in the papers in there, while shooting the cop an apologetic smile. At least, I hope it looks apologetic and not guilty as sin.
“Brixton, help me out for a second,” someone shouts.
I look up to find another cop waving at the one waiting for my passport. He excuses himself and steps towards the other barrier, giving me the chance I needed. I wait until he’s far enough away, and put my car in first, slam my foot down and race ahead.
“Oi!” the cop shouts, while turning back in my direction. He sprints ahead just as I pull away.
My engine screams, tires squeal as I try to avoid as much of the barrier as I can by aiming for the little gap towards the right. Metal from my car and the barrier come together in a horrible crash, but my car wins, sort of, and I make it through.
In the rear view mirrors, I can see the cops collecting together, shouting into their walkie-talkies as two of them get into a car parked beside the security check area to follow me. My heart is hammering in my throat, and my hands still shaking, but I don’t slow down even through the winding road heading for the waiting area.
The signs are already instructing people with my ticket to proceed to check-in, so that’s what I do. I ignore the slow speed limit and speed past slower cars exiting the parking lot. I
I’m just about to drive up next to it to find Liam, when I see a blond-haired man dressed all in black, waving to one of the policemen standing by the barriers blocking our way. That’s not Liam! He turns to walk back towards the car, and I recognize him immediately.
He looks just like the detective who killed himself at the airport, just with slightly longer hair. Either it’s his ghost or his doppelganger. Either way, I’m certain he’s Nexus. What’s he doing with Liam’s car, though?
Then the pieces fall into place. Any doubts I may have had before are wiped away. This is how they’re going to pin it on Liam: they’ve planted the bomb in his car, and creepy blond man will drive the car onto the train, pretending to be him.
Seeing as Liam isn’t here yet, and boarding is starting within the next five minutes, there’s no way he’ll get here in time to stop the attack. Instead, he’ll arrive just to take the blame. I can’t let that happen!
The scary blond man gets into Liam’s sedan and switches it on. Behind me, someone blows their horn loud enough to make me jump.
Shit, I’m blocking the way and attracting attention to myself.
At this rate, I’ll be spotted and ruin my element of surprise.
I pull away and straight into the other security check lane, as far away from Liam’s car as I can manage. It turns out that the Nexus guy wouldn’t have noticed me anyway, because the policeman he had just exchanged words with waves him through the barrier without even checking his car.
Meanwhile, I’m greeted by another cop who knocks on my window.
“Open your trunk, please? Routine inspection.”
Oh Jesus, you’ve got to be joking!
I force a smile and hit the lever next to my foot. The policeman walks around my vehicle, inspecting it from underneath using one of those mirrors on a stick, before looking inside the back for a moment. I breathe a sigh of relief when he closes the trunk shortly after. Hopefully, I’ll be able to catch up with the guy in Liam’s car and see what he’s up to now.
“Passport, please,” he says when he makes it back to my window.
A cold sweat erupts all over my body. Passport.
Fuck
. I hadn’t thought of this.
With shaking fingers, I grab my purse from the passenger seat and pretend to look for it in there.
Think! What do I do now?
They’re not going to let me through without it, and meanwhile, the Nexus guy is going to blow up the train, and I can’t do anything about it!
After wasting a few seconds with my handbag, I open the glove box and rummage around in the papers in there, while shooting the cop an apologetic smile. At least, I hope it looks apologetic and not guilty as sin.
“Brixton, help me out for a second,” someone shouts.
I look up to find another cop waving at the one waiting for my passport. He excuses himself and steps towards the other barrier, giving me the chance I needed. I wait until he’s far enough away, and put my car in first, slam my foot down and race ahead.
“Oi!” the cop shouts, while turning back in my direction. He sprints ahead just as I pull away.
My engine screams, tires squeal as I try to avoid as much of the barrier as I can by aiming for the little gap towards the right. Metal from my car and the barrier come together in a horrible crash, but my car wins, sort of, and I make it through.
In the rear view mirrors, I can see the cops collecting together, shouting into their walkie-talkies as two of them get into a car parked beside the security check area to follow me. My heart is hammering in my throat, and my hands still shaking, but I don’t slow down even through the winding road heading for the waiting area.
The signs are already instructing people with my ticket to proceed to check-in, so that’s what I do. I ignore the slow speed limit and speed past slower cars exiting the parking lot. I
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