No Way Back: Part 2 of 3
This book has been serialized into 3 parts – this is PART 2 OF 3. ENJOY THIS BRAND NEW THRILLER EARLY – AN EBOOK-ONLY EXCLUSIVE from Sunday Times bestseller Andrew Gross. ‘No Way Back starts at full throttle and stays there till the end’ – Linwood Barclay.A chance encounter with a stranger in a New York hotel ends in a shooting. Wendy Gould was an average mother – now she’s the sole witness to the murder she’s being framed for.YOU CAN RUNWhat she saw makes Wendy the top target for a deadly network of powerful men who want her silence. They will take no prisoners. How can she clear her name?YOU CAN HIDELauritzia Velez is a suburban nanny with a tragic past – and a terrifying future. After another attempt on her life, she once again leaves everything she loves behind to go on the run.THERE IS NO WAY BACKBoth women know too much – except how to escape from this nightmare alive. To survive, they must find each other fast, or there will be no way back…
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ANDREW GROSS
No Way Back Part 2
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“Jamie, Taylor. Can you move forward, please?”
Lauritzia Velez got the kids’ attention as they waited for the elevator on the third floor of the Westchester Mall.
Not her kids, actually. The Bachmans’. Lauritzia had only taken care of them these past two years. Taylor was nine, and was texting her friend Cameron, all excited about running into Michael Goldberg at the Apple store in the mall, and Jamie, eleven, was already completely obsessed with the new PlayStation 3 game he had just bought with a birthday gift certificate.
“You know, when we get back home, that game is on the shelf until you finish your homework.”
“But it’s Peyton Manning,” Jamie muttered, his eyes still glued to the box.
“And you too, Miss Fancy Fingers.” She pushed Taylor forward, the girl’s fingers continuing to text at warp speed.
A heavyset woman carrying two shopping bags next to Lauritzia smiled at her sympathetically, as if to say, It’s no use. I’ve got my own.
Lauritzia was twenty-four, dark-haired, with pretty dark-brown eyes that were the color of the hills at dusk where she was from, and she had worked for Harold and Roxanne Bachman since she had moved here from Mexico two years earlier. For the first time, she’d been able to put the hardships of the past few years behind her. She loved Mr. and Mrs. B; they’d been so good to her. They treated her like part of their family. They took her on vacations, encouraged her to call them by their first names, which she still wasn’t comfortable with. They even paid her tuition at the community college where she was taking classes. Maybe one day she would have a degree. In retail merchandising. Perhaps she’d even open her own store. In the meantime, she looked at Taylor and Jamie as if they were her own. Like her younger cousins, whom she had always taken care of back home. With what had happened to her own family, they were practically all she had now. For the first time since everything started, she actually felt she had a new life. A life she trusted. Not to mention a home.
The elevator door had opened, but the kids just stood there.
“Let’s go, Jamie, please.” Lauritzia pushed them forward. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a Hispanic-looking man in sunglasses leaning against a railing. She thought he seemed to be watching them. Things like that always gave her a shudder. “Taylor, take my hand.”
They stepped inside, along with the woman with the shopping bags and two or three others. The doors closed and the elevator stopped at the second floor. A young couple got on, along with two black guys in the usual team sweatshirts and baggy pants.
“Kids,” Lauritzia said, pulling them to the rear, “let everyone in.”
“Lauritzia, can we stop at Five Guys?” Jamie asked. His favorite burger place.
“We’ll see.”
The doors closed and the elevator went down to the first retail floor, then on to Level 1, where they had left the car. Lauritzia let her mind drift to what she would make them for dinner. The Bachmans said they were going out. She had some chicken she could thaw. And there was leftover macaroni.
Maybe Five Guys wasn’t the worst idea …
The doors opened on the ground level. “C’mon, guys.” Lauritzia placed her hands on their shoulders and started to push them forward.
That was the moment when her life was rocketed back to her own private hell.
A man stood in the doorway. A man who looked like a thousand men she had seen in her past: dark skin, black hair knotted into a roll, sunglasses; the all-too-familiar tattoo running down his neck.
She saw him reach inside his jacket.
Lauritzia knew. Even before she watched him search through the elevator for her eyes, scanning through the other people getting off.
Before she saw him pull out his weapon.
She knew.
And in the horror of what she knew was about to happen, her thoughts ran to the one thing she knew she could not lose.
“Taylor, Jamie!” As they stepped forward, she lunged for them, pulling them behind her as the first deadly pops rang out.
People began to scream.
The chilling sputter of the gun was a sound that had riddled through Lauritzia a thousand times back in her own town, as common as church bells. A sound she knew all too well, and that had cost her everyone she once held dear.
If this is my time, let it be so, she said to herself. But Jesus, Mary, please, not the kids.
