For The Thrill of it. A Michael Stone adventure.

Previously

…“They knew about the paper,” she said. “They knew about the phone. They had a picture of me.” “Someone’s feeding them information,” Michael said. “Renner, maybe. Or someone inside the warehouse.” “Or someone we haven’t met yet.” Ron glanced back. “You’re thinking about that Wright fella?” “I’m thinking about everyone who might know more than they should.” The jeep bounced onto a dirt track and the village fell behind them. Trees closed in on both sides, green and dense. The sound of the river began to grow, low and steady. Michael checked the rifle again. Two rounds. One hope. They’d follow. He knew they would. But the river was close. And the river was a different game.