But Shah was already gone, taking the machine pistol and the spare clips with him. Both he and the driver charged ahead into the space created by Birendra when he’d fired his warning shots into the air. Their second car skidded to a halt a few inches from the Volvo’s rear bumper and three more men, all heavily armed, emerged at a run. A nearby club pumped out Nelly’s ‘Hot in Herre’ loud enough for Jules to make out all the words. Nelly wanted his bitch to take off all her clothes.

‘Better get a move on if you want to be in for the kill,’ grinned this new driver. He was obviously staying to guard the vehicles. He was armed with a long black shotgun, just like Birendra’s, but he also took out a taser, and fired it up experimentally.

Jules didn’t fancy his lot, having to protect two expensive cars, filled to pussy’s bow with the sorts of goodies this crowd of cut-throats and ne’er-do-wells would love to get their hands on. As she set off after the others, she heard him tell the crowd, ‘First bloke who tries it on gets a couple of thousand volts up the arse. Anybody wants to have a go after that, I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off as per the operational guidelines of the Free Port Development Authority, section 56, paragraph B, regulations pertaining to the use of force by contracted fuckin’ security consultants.’

Jules was sorely tempted to see how that turned out, but she had to run on to keep up with Shah and his men. She heard no gunfire from behind, so perhaps the unlucky soul on guard duty would be all right. She really didn’t doubt that he would stick that nasty-looking taser up somebody’s bottom. He seemed just the type for it. Then again, so was she.

Ahead of her, however, she could hear the first crackle of gunfire from somewhere beyond a green-fronted payday loans shop. The gunfire expedited the emptying of the street life into the relative safety of the Lone Star Bar and Doug’s Tattoos and Smoking Accessories. She felt a thousand eyes on her as she ran through the rapidly vacated streets with her SIG Sauer pistol in hand, ignoring the stitch in her sides, dodging and jumping over potholes and ditches filled with raw sewage. Piles of rubbish and debris reached as high as the second storey of many of the shops, where children picked through the bits to see if there was anything to eat or sell.