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She picked up speed, cursing the stupid pumps on her feet.

Suddenly, there was the crack of a gunshot.

Shit. She ducked. When she glanced back, she saw that one of her abductors had a handgun.Shit. Shit.

She darted to the other side of one of the cars, running hunched over. There were more gunshots and she heard drivers yelling and honking their horns.

These idiots were going to kill someone.

She sprinted onto the sidewalk, and that’s when she saw a woman pushing a pram with a cute chubby baby inside it. There was a young toddler beside her, a boy, babbling to her about something. A little family out for a sunny stroll. The boy turned to point at the boats on the river.

There was another gunshot. It hit the railing close by, sending rock chips flying.

The woman screamed, clutching the little boy to her.

Jet looked back over her shoulder. Her captors were rushing toward her.

God, she couldn’t handle it if someone, especially a child, got hurt because they were after her. She looked at the boy. He clung to the woman, and the baby started wailing.

She dragged in a breath, and looked down at the river.

Oh, hell.

She scrambled onto the railing, then without letting herself think, she jumped.

It wasn’t a long drop. A second later, she hit the water and it closed over her head.

Jet stayed under the water, and kicked, swimming under the arched bridge. When she surfaced, a boat was coming right at her.

Crap.

She swam to the side, close to the arch of the bridge, and pressed against the stone.

The boat glided by. She patted her pocket and felt the slight weight of the case holding the chip.

Then she heard shouts from above on the bridge. Adrenaline rocketed through her system.

Shit, she couldn’t stay here. The thugs would come looking for her.

Another long tourist boat was heading her way. She saw people packed onto the top of it, pointing at the various sites. Thankfully, no one was looking down at the water.

As the boat slowly passed by, she spotted a rope dangling off the side of it. It was old and covered in green slime.

She kicked hard and grabbed the rope, then she held on and floated along, ducking her head low in the water.

As the boat towed her along, she didn’t glance back at the bridge, and tried to keep only her nose and eyes above the surface.

She sucked in a quick breath, and accidentally swallowed some water.Ew. She was pretty sure she didn’t want to know what she’d just ingested.

As she traveled down the river, she took the time to slow her heartbeat and take in some deep breaths. At the next bridge, she let go of the boat, and splashed her way toward the edge of the river. There was a stone pathway running along the side of the Seine, and she hauled herself up.

She was sopping wet, and she’d lost her shoes during her mad escape. A man on a bicycle rode past, giving her a strange look.

Yeah, yeah, I’m wet, barefoot, and I took a swim in the Seine. I know.

She rose. She couldn’t stay here. If her abductors came searching, they’d be asking about a wet woman who’d been in the river. She stood out like bad spaghetti code.

Jet squeezed out what water she could from her clothes and hair, and set off. She needed to put some distance between her and the river.

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