My Story

Previously

…They shoved us out the back door. A van waited, its engine running. They threw us inside, slammed the doors. The van lurched forward, and I fell against the metal floor. The gray-eyed woman was next to me, her wrists bound, her face bruised. 'It's over,' I whispered. 'No,' she said, her voice barely audible. 'He took the folder, but I made copies. While you were sleeping. The originals are still at the safe house. Andrius has them.' I stared at her. The van rumbled on, taking us deeper into Vilnius, into the hands of a politician who wanted us dead. But the truth was still out there, waiting to be set free. The gray-eyed woman's eyes met mine in the dim light. 'We're not done yet.'