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Ostrava, Czech Republic

 

Acton pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store, taking a moment to assess the situation. The windshield had half a dozen splintered impact sites, the glass clearly bullet-resistant, which meant it could still be driven with hopefully little attention drawn to it, especially on the highway.

Though that wasn’t what he should be doing. He should be going to the nearest police station and reporting what happened. Yet that wasn’t a good idea, as it could take hours before he might get in touch with the right people, and the Amber Room would be lost forever.

He needed to phone Reading. He’d know what to do. Unfortunately, he had no phone, and if he went to find one, the trucks again could be lost.

But they already are!

The two transport trucks had continued down the highway when they had pulled off to switch vehicles. He had no way of finding them.

Unless you follow the new vehicles.

His decision was made. Laura was safe, and now he had to protect this precious find. He pulled out of the parking lot and hammered on the gas, knowing this could be a colossally stupid move, but determined not to let one of the greatest finds in modern history be lost to a bunch of thieves.