Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: 27 LeCarre novel. Illuminated in the glare of his headlights, two men were dragging Caitlin Ash from her car toward a large blue BMW, which blocked the road ahead. Instinctively jabbing his palm against the horn, Mark succeeded in bringing a halt to the proceedings, though only momentarily. While one of the men bundled his prisoner into the BMW's boot, his colleague pulled a pistol from a shoulder holster. Seeing what was coming next, Mark did the only thing he could think of doing, using a strategy he'd developed when based in the Middle-East. Flooring the accelerator he drove straight at the man, swerved at the last moment, then drove away as fast as he could. A good fifty miles later, when he was certain that the men were not coming after him, he pulled over onto the hard shoulder and r ...
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