Lost Soul (Harbinger P.I. Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

map on the GPS screen. There was a side road up ahead, on the left. If I took that road and the Taurus followed, that would confirm we were being tailed. It wouldn’t explain why, though.
    As I was trying to think of reasons someone would want to follow us, the Taurus accelerated, looming larger in the Land Rover’s rear window. Then it cut left and began to overtake us.
    I had a bad feeling about this.
    The Taurus came level with us and I glanced over at the driver. He was a thin man with short-cropped black hair and a goatee, wearing a black sweater. His passenger was burlier, with a full beard and a black sweater to match the driver’s.
    The driver shot me a grin that looked both amused and wicked at the same time. I noticed that his window was fully open. Steering with his right hand, he lifted his left to the open window. He was holding a gun, its muzzle pointed at the front tire of the Land Rover.
    I hit the brakes hard. The tires squealed on the road as we skidded to a stop. Felicity screamed as she shot forward in her seat, but the seatbelt prevented her from flying through the windshield.
    My own seatbelt constricted across my chest, driving the air out of my lungs.
    Up ahead, the Taurus skidded into a U-turn so that it was facing us. The maneuver was executed perfectly. These guys were good.
    “Hold on,” I told Felicity as I floored the accelerator pedal.
    We lurched forward and I steered around the Taurus, which was still picking up speed after its sudden change of direction.
    In the rearview mirror, I saw the Taurus turn around again, white smoke belching from its tires as they sought purchase on the road. We were never going to be able to outrun it.
    My mind was racing. If we were going to get out of this alive, we needed to fight back. “Take the wheel,” I told Felicity.
    “What?”
    “Take the wheel. I need to get into the back.”
    She swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”
    I put the stick shift into neutral so the Land Rover wouldn’t stall and clambered into the back seat. Felicity slid over and took the wheel, slamming the vehicle into gear again and putting her foot on the gas. I thanked the stars that she was English; she knew how to drive a stick shift.
    I glanced out of the rear window. The Taurus was close and gaining on us. I could see the grim look of determination in the dark eyes of the driver.
    Reaching under the seat, I found what I wanted. I pulled the long, cloth-wrapped bundle onto the back seat and began to unwrap it, pulling at the silk ties that held the cloth in place.
    Felicity glanced back at me. “What’s that?”
    “I told you I had weapons in the car.” The cloth fell aside and I grasped the hilt of the broadsword. As soon as it was in my hand, the rune-inscribed blade began to flicker with blue flame. This was no ordinary flame. If touched to paper, it wouldn’t set it alight. The light that pulsated around the sword was cold, brilliant, magical energy. The weapon was enchanted.
    “Slow down,” I told Felicity.
    She sounded worried. “Are you sure? They’re already right behind us.” The blue glow from the sword illuminated her dark eyes.
    “If you don’t slow down, it’s going to make what I’m about to do next even more dangerous than it already is.”
    “Okay,” she said. “Slowing down.” She pressed the brake gently. Our speed barely changed.
    “Faster,” I said.
    “Faster? I thought you wanted me to slow down.” She hit the gas again.
    “No, I mean press the brake faster. Make us go slower.”
    She nodded and slowed us again. This time, the deceleration threw me against the back of her seat.
    The Taurus came alongside us again.
    “Hit the brakes hard,” I shouted to Felicity.
    She did and the Land Rover juddered to a halt. The Taurus shot past us. It skidded to a stop and began to turn to face us.
    I opened my door and threw myself out of the Land Rover. As soon as my boots hit the road, I sprinted toward the Taurus, sword in hand.
    Before the