Private Gold

Chapter 12

It had been pure luck that Joey had driven that way; he knew the area and he remembered the shortcut from the highway. He’d thought the advantages of the shorter route would outweigh the fact that it was a terrible road.

When he saw the woman sprinting through the heavy rain, her red-patterned raincoat flapping behind her, he guessed it had to be Isobel, and that something was wrong. Instead of driving straight to the house where she was staying, he swung the car left and sped after her.

Now, ten seconds later, his new client had collapsed on the car’s passenger seat, gasping, “Get out... of here. He’s chasing... me.”

“Who?” Joey was already accelerating away, checking his mirrors to see if anyone was following.

“I... don’t know. He broke into... the house.”

“What did he look like?”

“Tall, thin, wearing... a black beanie and carrying a gun.”

“Did you see a vehicle?”

“Silver sedan. Not sure... what make.”

Checking his rearview mirror again, Joey felt a coldness in his stomach as he saw that a silver BMW had turned onto the road.

“Fasten your seat belt,” he told her. This pursuit was likely to be dangerous.