Silas had exactly twenty-four hours to make the car disappear.
It wasn't just any vehicle. It was a pristine, metallic-grey Peugeot 407 sedan that belonged to a man who was very powerful, very corrupt, and very dead. Silas hadn't done the deed, but he had been paid handsomely to clean up the mess. 407 pdf
With sweat dripping into his eyes, Silas took a pair of wire cutters and a spare strand of copper. He reached under the dashboard, feeling for the plastic housing. He counted the slots in the dark, pressed the wire into place, and held his breath. Silas had exactly twenty-four hours to make the
The problem was that this specific car had been custom-fitted with a highly illegal, experimental tracking and remote-ignition unit tied directly to the engine's computer. If Silas simply started the ignition, a silent alarm would trigger, broadcasting his exact GPS coordinates to a team of mercenaries. Silas hadn't done the deed, but he had