The Route de Saint-Cergue was a treacherous ribbon of narrow, two-lane asphalt that wound through the dense pine forests of the Swiss Jura mountains. Black ice coated the pavement, and a blinding flurry of freezing mountain sleet hammered against the reinforced ballistic glass of the Mercedes. Ahead of them, the lead security SUV illuminated the twisting switchbacks with its high-intensity LED light bars; behind them, the three pursuing Range Rovers…
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