by Kim Baldwin
Cinzano’s men hit both the front and back of the cabin almost at once. Alexi saw movement in the window above her boss’s head and fired. Theo reacted by darting out from beneath. In that moment, as they were both distracted, one of Cinzano’s men leaned into the window above Alexi’s head.
“Alexi! Watch out!” Blayne screamed, and Alexi reacted on instinct, whirling about and firing blindly, hitting the man in the chest just as he pulled the trigger of his gun. The bullet flew by so near Alexi’s ear that she swore she heard it, ricocheted off the metal refrigerator, and broke a coffee mug on the counter above Blayne’s head, as cleanly as if it had been a trick shot in an old wild west movie.
Cinzano’s man slumped over the windowsill and his gun, a Beretta 92F, equipped with a silencer, slipped from his hand onto the floor. Alexi snatched it up and quickly checked the magazine. There were nine bullets remaining.
It was poetic justice, she decided, as she hefted the familiar weight of the 9mm pistol. The same model had been taken from her a year earlier by the same kind of killers, the night she’d failed to save Sofia Galletti. It wasn’t going to happen again.
Two shots were fired from outside her window, audible shots this time, neither apparently aimed at the cabin or its occupants. She darted a glance outside. Fifty feet away, at the edge of the woods, a man in a navy jumpsuit took aim at a clump of thick shrubbery next to the cabin and fired.
“The cavalry has arrived.” Alexi watched the pilot take another shot. He had one of the assailants pinned down. This was their chance. “We have to make a move. Your pilot is keeping at least one of them busy.”
Theo sized up the situation. “How about I go out the back, shooting? He’ll cover me until I get to the trees. We draw them toward the chopper while you get Keller out the front and to the car.”
“Yes, good. I will give you a head start and cover you from the window. One second.” Alexi darted over to where she had dropped the bag containing the money and their passports and slung it securely over her back. “Blayne, get ready to move. When we go out the front, stick close to me. Fast and low, right to the car.”
“I understand.” Blayne got into a semi-crouch.
Theo hustled to the back door and signaled Alexi. She hurried back to the window and leaned out, firing toward the corner of the cabin to provide cover as Theo ran.
The exchange of gunfire started in earnest and as soon as he’d reached the pilot, Alexi ducked and scrambled to the front door, urging, “Now, Blayne.”
The command was unnecessary, for Blayne was already moving in a low crouch around the counter to join her.
Alexi cracked open the door and stepped onto the porch, keeping low. She detected no movement, no sound, and could see no figures among the trees. The car was parked twenty feet away, under a huge oak. A gun in each hand, she gestured Blayne forward and they crept to the door of the porch, then burst out and bolted for the car.
They were halfway there before Alexi realized someone was shooting at them. She never heard the shot, but just ahead of them the Prizm’s front window suddenly cracked. Still running, she whirled around and returned fire toward the point of origin.
Blayne dove through the front passenger door, and Alexi threw open hers and followed suit. Another bullet tore a hole in the front window, now so crowded with cracks it was difficult to see through.
“Stay down!” Alexi ordered, as she grappled for the car keys.
Another bullet hit the car, this time the front grill. Alexi glimpsed tell-tale metal in the trees and was able to pinpoint the shooter. She rolled down her window and fired, left-handed, with the Beretta. Once, twice, and the man went down.
She slammed the key into the ignition, and started to turn it, and only then did it register that something was different. Even with the bag of money on her back, she knew. She was sitting a bit too far forward. She froze.
“Out!” She hissed at Blayne. “Out of the car! Now!” She opened her door.
“What?” Blayne, not comprehending, looked up at Alexi from her hunched position, half on the floor and half on the passenger seat.
“Out! The car has been rigged!”
Alexi was already around to Blayne’s side of the car before she was all the way out. She tugged her several feet into the woods and down behind a massive log, where they paused, both of them breathing hard.
“How do you know the car is rigged?” Blayne asked.
“The seat had been moved.” Alexi scanned the woods around them. Intermittent gunfire could still be heard on the other side of the cabin, getting farther away by the moment.
“We need to get to the helicopter before they take off,” Alexi decided aloud. “The long way around.”
She had scarcely spoken the words before an enormous explosion shook the ground under their feet, and a fireball almost as big as the cabin itself shot up from the top of the ridge, spewing thick black smoke into the clear blue sky. It could only be the helicopter. Ela gamoto! Theo.
With the pilot and Theo presumably dead, Alexi knew their assailants would be hunting them down to finish the job.
“Come with me.” She grabbed Blayne’s hand and pulled her to her feet and down the two-track driveway. Once they reached the dark sedan, Alexi put bullets in two of the tires with the Beretta, grateful for the silencer. They then cut through the woods toward the lake as fast as they could run.
“There! Down there!” Alexi heard a man shout just as they were about to board the fishing boat she had rented. She whirled around and saw two goons, similarly dressed in dark, nondescript jackets and jeans, running full tilt in their direction, guns blazing.
“Get in!” She tried to shield Blayne’s body with her own as she raised her guns to return fire. But before she got a chance to squeeze either trigger, she heard Blayne cry out and a sudden splash soaked her as Blayne toppled into the water. Oh God. She’s been hit.
A bullet tore past her into the boat, inches from her feet. She returned fire with both guns, forcing the mobsters to dive for cover behind trees. As they did, she jumped into the boat and reached for Blayne, who was resurfacing just beside it.
“Are you hit?” she asked frantically, still firing intermittently with her free hand. She had lost count, but she knew she had to be nearly out of ammo in both guns.
“No.” Blayne threw both arms over the edge of the boat. “Fucking lost my balance when a bullet clipped the boat as I was getting in. Sorry.” She hauled herself aboard with Alexi’s help.
Alexi pulled the trigger of her Sig-Sauer as the two assailants came out of hiding and started toward them again, but the magazine was empty. “Start the boat and get us out of here,” she told Blayne as she tossed her service pistol aside and reached for the Beretta.
She raised the weapon, praying it had a round or two left. Blayne started the motor and gunned the boat forward. Alexi’s aim was impaired by the forward lurch of the boat and there were only two bullets, but her return fire managed to gain the time they needed to speed out of range.
“I will take over now.” She laid a hand on Blayne’s shoulder and knew instantly that getting her warm and dry had to be high on their priority list. She was soaked to the skin and shivering badly. The water was still as icy as mid-winter, and she was lucky she had only been in it for seconds. But first, they had to get a car.
As Blayne sagged into the nearest seat, Alexi said, “When we get to the lodge, I am going to commandeer another vehicle. We have to get out of here as soon as possible.”
“No argument from me.” Blayne hugged herself, trying to keep warm.
“You should be proud of yourself, you know. You did very well back there. Kept your cool. Followed my instructions. And your warning saved my life. You showed a lot of courage.”
Blayne looked up at her. “It means a lot to me that you think so. But you had your body between me and the bullets most of the time.”
Alexi shrugged. “It is what I am paid to do.”
“Thank you anyway. A
nd I mean thank you for everything. I’m sorry I ever mistrusted you.”
“You had good reason to be skeptical.” Alexi gave her an encouraging smile. “I am glad we have the same agenda now.”
Blayne smiled back and gave her a half-salute. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
*
A short while later, after relieving an elderly fisherman of his Subaru Outback, they were traveling east on a badly paved but virtually empty two-lane road, well in excess of the speed limit.
Alexi cranked up the heat, and pointed all the blowers at Blayne. “We will stop soon to get you some dry clothes. I am afraid you will have to take what you can get.”
“Hey, I’m so glad to be alive, I’m far from complaining.” Blayne held her hands up in front of the blowers. That makes four times now I’ve cheated death. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket. “You think Inspector Lang and the pilot are dead?”
Alexi didn’t answer immediately. “I hope not. Will you check the glove compartment please and see if there is a map?”
Blayne pulled out a recent map of Canada and a cell phone. She pointed out the road they were on, and Alexi studied the surrounding area until she found what she was looking for.
“Chapleau. It is not far, and it has an airstrip.” She stepped on the gas.
“Airstrip? Surely you don’t mean for us to get on another plane.”
Alexi glanced across at her passenger, who was chewing nervously on her lower lip. God, what nice lips she has. They look so soft. “Blayne, we have to put a lot of distance between us and these guys, and quickly. My plan is the best way.”
“I just can’t imagine it.” The thought of getting on an airplane sent Blayne’s stomach into a roll and her heart rate into the stratosphere. Images of the gaping hole in the Airbus flooded her brain. She started to hyperventilate, but Alexi put a hand on her shoulder, and that had an immediate calming effect.
“I know it will be difficult. But it has to be done.” Alexi didn’t withdraw the hand for a long moment. She had the irresistible urge to caress Blayne’s back. To reassure her, she told herself. The human touch has a calming effect. But she knew she was kidding herself. Any excuse to touch her, that was the real story. She resisted the urge.
“I know what you say is true…” Blayne couldn’t look at Alexi, afraid that any movement she made might end the touch that anchored her. That made her feel less vulnerable. “But the thought of flying again so soon just terrifies me, I have to admit. I don’t know that I can do it.”
The words spilled out of Alexi before she really thought about them. “I will find ways to keep you distracted, I am certain. Whatever it takes.”
Blayne snorted and looked down at her feet. “It will take more than backgammon.” She hated showing such weakness in front of Alexi, who had just called her courageous. Not very brave now. She was on the same plane I was, but she’s not hesitating to do it again.
“Like I said…” Alexi repeated.
The hand that had been on Blayne’s shoulder moved to her chin, coaxing her into eye contact.
Somehow Alexi kept her attention on the road but also made sure her gaze steadied Blayne. “Whatever it takes,” she said in her most provocative tone. She would suffer for this, she knew, but she was also certain it was probably the best way to get Blayne on that plane. “Do you not think I am capable of maintaining your full attention?”
Blayne swallowed hard. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. A warm rush of arousal caused by the look in Alexi’s eyes immediately dulled her fear of flying. “Uh…that would be no problem for you, I’m sure.”
Alexi smiled and placed both hands back on the wheel. “Good. So, tell me. Have you ever been to Europe before?”
*
Theo Lang winced as the doctor finished stitching the cut in his chin. Despite the anesthetic, his jaw hurt like a son of a bitch. It was bothering him more at the moment than his broken arm or fractured ribs, all the result of being blown ten feet in the air when the helicopter exploded. All things considered, though, he was lucky. The pilot could run faster, so he’d been several feet closer to the chopper when the mobsters hit the gas tank. He’d suffered third-degree burns in addition to a concussion and several broken bones.
“All right, Mr. Lang. That does it. We’ll get you moved to a bed in ICU soon.”
“Need to make a phone call,” Theo slurred through what remained of his teeth. His jaw was wired shut so telling people what he wanted was a challenge.
The doctor raised a couple of half-hearted objection, but within minutes, Theo was connected to his superior, an Assistant Director of the U.S. Marshals Office in Arlington, Virginia. The nurse held the phone to his ear.
His attempt to identify himself came out Heeo Ang the first time so he said it twice, enunciating as best as he could. “I’m in a hospital.”
When his boss acknowledged that he understood, Theo grated slowly, “Narrowed the leak to three men,” he said. “Harry Granger, Erik Riker, or Paul Fletcher.”
*
I should not have to be the one to report such bad news, Frankie Sloan thought to himself. Two of their guys dead and two cops injured. They were plainclothes, but he was sure that’s what they were—that would bring the heat in on this, big time. And worst of all, the broad got away. He would have to be the one to make the call because Rosco Rosetti , the only other survivor of this nightmare piece of work had refused to, and he was scared of Rosco. But he was even more afraid of the boss.
At least he knew how the two women had gotten out of there. When he and Rosco made it to the lodge parking lot to hotwire a new ride, they’d run into an old man all bent out of shape that two broads had taken his brand new Outback and the police still hadn’t showed. Frankie pulled out his cell phone and dialed.
*
“Oh no. No way.” Blayne gazed around the airstrip, a primitive facility with two asphalt runways and a pair of windsocks. There was nothing like a building or hangar or fuel depot, just a few feeble looking small planes untidy parked, one angled behind the next. . “You’re out of your mind. I’m not getting in one of those flying shoeboxes. The wind blows wrong and they can come down.”
Alexi studied the small prop planes parked off to the side, and optimistically noted that one had printing on the side. “They are just as safe as larger aircraft,” she said, hoping it was true. “WITSEC uses small planes frequently and has never had a problem. Besides, I only plan on us taking one as far as Toronto.”
She parked the Outback as close as she could get, and grabbed the cell phone out of the glove box before heading toward the single-engine Cessna Skyhawk. Blayne stayed in the Subaru, shaking her head.
The sign on the plane read “Cochran Charters. Fishing, Hunting, Sporting Adventures,” and gave a local phone number. Alexi dialed it on the cell. “Hello. Are you available for an immediate flight for two to Toronto if I can pay in cash?”
“The pilot is meeting us in an hours’ time,” she told Blayne after making rapid arrangements for the charter. They had time to pick up a quick lunch and clean clothes, and for Alexi to tie up some loose ends. She knew she would likely have problems at customs if she tried to get on a plane with all the cash she had on her, so she stopped at a bank to arrange a wire transfer to one of her U.K. accounts.
Though she had lost her American passport in the explosion, she still had her Greek passport—locked in the safe in her office in Thessaloniki. She would need it to access her accounts, and it would be a much better passport to use for European travel.
She also needed a weapon overseas, since she could not take her own with her on the plane without proper identification. So she called her administrative assistant and asked her to book a two-bedroomed suite at a hotel in London, and to express her passport there, along with a copy of her WITSEC credentials and the Smith and Wesson .357 Magnum revolver she kept in her safe. She would call back to check on the arrangements as soon as they landed.
Her next
call, to Canadian authorities, was to ensure that the Outback was returned to its owner. She also alerted them to the two guns they would find inside. The final call she made was to the lodge, where she learned from the manager that two men had been taken by ambulance to the hospital.
“I am certain that is Theo and the pilot,” she told Blayne as she returned the cell phone to the Subaru glove compartment. “The men I hit were dead, and the other two were certainly healthy-looking when they were shooting at us.”
Blayne didn’t reply beyond a nervous nod.
“You can do this,” Alexi said, sensing she needed reassurance. “It is just a few hours, and then we will be well out of their reach. You will be safe until the trial.”
“I always wanted to get to Europe,” Blayne said. “I just never thought it would be this way. I was saving for a trip to Fiji.”
“Ah, I see. The envelope of money you had?”
“Yes.”
“Why Fiji? If I might ask?” Alexi was happy that Blayne seemed to be coming to terms with the idea of getting on another plane. Truth was, she wasn’t any too anxious to be back in the air herself, but she had decided her plan was a good one. Provided there was an aircraft parked at the small airport they were headed to.
“Blue water, great beaches, warm sun, lazy days,” Blayne mused. “And some really hot bodies to stare at all day.”
Alexi laughed. “Actually, you have just described my homeland, and it has much more to offer than that, in my opinion. It is also more affordable.”
“Well, I must admit I did look longingly at pictures of Greece whenever I’d book a trip there for somebody else,” Blayne admitted. “Beautiful place.”
“That it is.”
