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“True, but she’s still my mother.”
“Leave her here… move her in with you… I don’t care. Just don’t come back unless you’re summoned.” Sean glared at me. “That goes double for you.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t. What’s going to happen to Alistair?”
“He’ll be dealt with in a manner befitting his crimes.”
Rachel interpreted again. “They’re looking into gulags.”
“Are there any other assassins Alistair might have hired to take us out?” I asked. “As a contingency plan?”
Sean smiled grimly. “We’re looking into it.”
That didn’t make me feel any better.
Sean pointed to a door at the far end of the room lobby. “There’s the exit. Good luck to both of you – and don’t let the door hit your arse on the way out.”
Rachel and I exited the door into a dingy side alley filled with garbage. The door locked behind us.
To our right was a major street filled with traffic. We started walking towards it, our arms around each other’s waists.
“So… why did they let me go?” I asked Rachel.
“Blackmail,” she said lightly.
“What?!”
“Sean was my go-between on all the jobs I did after I left MI6. Let’s just say he was motivated to make sure certain facts never got out.”
“Motherfucker…” I muttered.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “If I’d known he was going to turn on us like that, I never would have suggested we involve him – ”
“No, it actually worked out for the best. Now we’re free and clear with MI6. Just… thank God you had something you could hold over his head.”
“Thank God,” she agreed.
I stopped her once we reached the street and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
When I finally pulled away, I said, “Well… before we follow his advice and leave the country, there’s something I need to do.”
“What’s that?”
“Make a phone call.”
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Ifigured Sean and MI6 had probably tried to crack my phone after they took it from me. Whether they’d succeeded or not, it still had half a charge when I powered it on.
I found a semi-quiet shop to step into and immediately called Niccolo.
The way he answered was classic Niccolo.
“Where have you BEEN?!”
“Locked inside an MI6 black site for the last two weeks,” I said drily.
“…WHAT?!”
