Her husband's house?
That was impossible. Even he was not sure he would come out alive if he got her back to the Wenceslas.
To her family?
Where did her family live anyway? He did not find anything on her person. No purse, no phone, no wallet. Nothing, just her and the clothes covering her body. Her heels were long gone, thrown to the pursuer's face.
Hang on … he remembered something!
A loud and shrill sound of some honks from the car behind jerked him out of his thoughts. A shallow tap on his gas pedal and the jeep slowly moved forward. Fishing a phone out of his pocket, he made a call to someone.
***
The blue eyed man arrived at the end of the stairs. Down there, they found no one. Hery handed him a communication device that he plugged on his left ear. From it, Hendra finally got a line connecting his men under one command.
