Peril Promo Free Chapter
.jpg)
A dark reflective visor fixed to the pitch-black motorcycle helmet concealed piercing blue eyes. They stalked their target into a park about ten minutes away from the Colosseum in Rome. Valeria Tutov’s bike engine idled while she watched the older man in an expensive tan suit labor until he found a bench to sit down. He then removed a cream-colored handkerchief from his pocket and wiped a sweaty brow. Temperatures inside the ancient city had reached a hundred degrees for the second straight day. The dark brown leather satchel that the man had carried rested tightly next to him. She anticipated some sort of an exchange would eventually take place. A few minutes passed on her timer and a younger male in his thirties dressed in Bermuda shorts with a white tee shirt emerged from a group of trees. He stood in front of the bench where the two men spoke under a sweltering mid-afternoon sun. Valeria’s grip on the silenced pistol...