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The barn's rear slider was wide open [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], giving way to a dark [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], muddy slope of rugged fields that
stretched out into the night behind the barn. Collet ran to the door [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], trying to see out into the
darkness. All he could make out was the faint shadow of a forest in the distance. No headlights.
This wooded valley was probably crisscrossed by dozens of unmapped fire roads and hunting
trails [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but Collet was confident his quarry would never make the woods. "Get some men spread out
down there. They're probably already stuck somewhere nearby. These fancy sports cars can't
handle terrain."
"Um [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], sir?" The agent pointed to a nearby pegboard on which hung several sets of keys. The labels
above the keys bore familiar names.
DAIMLER... ROLLS-ROYCE... ASTIN MARTIN... PORSCHE...
The last peg was empty.
When Collet read the label above the empty peg, he knew he was in trouble.
CHAPTER 67