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He’s right about that.
I still have to get the passport and get out of the country. Up until the moment I disappeared to another country, Sergey could still hunt me down.
Even when I do get overseas, he could still find me.
I don’t know what kind of connections he has. It’s safe to assume that I need to avoid Russia at all costs—though I had no intention of going there in the first place.
“When do you want to meet?” I ask, keeping my tone low in case someone is standing on the other side of my front door and listening to my conversation.
Though it seems a bit extreme, I wouldn’t put it past the Bratva men.
I’m hoping that Matt wants to meet early in the morning so I can get out of here as soon as possible.
With each day that passes, I keep thinking that Sergey is getting closer despite not seeing any signs of him in Bellefonte.
Either way, I need to get out of here before signs do start appearing.
Matt’s fingers click on a keyboard in the background of the call. “Where do you want to travel.”
“Book me a nice place in Europe. Somewhere with good scenery, where they speak English.”
I want to spend my days exploring the ruins of ancient cities and my nights in a little cottage with my baby. I can picture us now, curled up by a fire and reading as waves crash against a cliff below.
The same cliff that Sergey would probably throw me off if he found me.
“How do you feel about Ireland?” Matt asks, humming along with the soft jazz music playing in the background. “Personally, I think the beer is a little rough, but if you like green, it’s the country for you.”
“I’ve always wanted to catch a leprechaun.”
Matt’s laugh is short and sharp. “I like that you’re keeping a sense of humor while you’re on the run for your life. That will serve you well. Maybe you won’t die.”
“Your faith in me is astounding,” I add to the banter. The sense of humor is the only thing keeping me going at this point.
I’ve never felt more alone in my life, but the short calls with Matt are enough to make me feel like there is someone out there who has my back.
Maybe. We’ve never been friends, but we are close enough that I could ask him to help me when I needed him the most.
It’s funny what staying connected with the guy who made fake IDs in high school will do for a person.
“I’ve made a lot of identities for a lot of people and most of the time, I see those people splashed across the front page of one newspaper or another. They’re either dead or in prison.”
I take a bite of my strawberries. “Maybe you shouldn’t put that on your business cards.”
He snorts. “You’re a snarky little thing when you get going. Now, the ticket to Ireland is booked for eight in the morning. You’re going to meet me at the airport at six. I’m going to be the best-looking man you’ve ever seen.”
I roll my eyes, the corner of my mouth tipping upward. “In your dreams, Matt. But thank you again for helping me. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See you in the morning, Anna.”
He ends the call and my shoulders slump forward with relief.
It’s really happening.
Tomorrow, I’m going to be on my way to Ireland.
I’m going to be free.
My heart flutters just thinking about all the possibilities.
