I looked around it, on the case, under it and over it, before I took the plunge to lift it.
So far so good. It seemed like Giovanni did exactly what I’d hoped by just relying on the fact that no one in hell would have been able to find the prints. Unless it was Wes or me.
Fuck, as I lifted the case and took out tube with the prints, the feel of it in my hands was even better.
No time to savor it though. It was time to head the fuck out.
Except that the device I’d carried just started buzzing in my back pocket, signaling that someone was in the chamber.
Fuck!
Damn it!
I never even had a minute to check or try to escape because the fucking hatch I’d come through started opening again.
Shit! Fucking shit! Someone was coming down here and it could only be one someone I knew of.
My eyes darted around the room for a place to hide but there was nothing. Nothing at all.
No fucking place to go besides back the way I’d come and shit, a pair of Italian loafers came into view.
Loafers and a very expensive suit.
Giovanni came down the steps with two guns in hand.
He would have known someone was in here because of the lights.
His face when he saw me was hell fury.
Hell fury and wrath.
“Xander Cage… I’m actually speechless. As with many things, you surprise me.”
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
This was bad. Really bad. Shit bad. I’d slipped up and there wasn’t any way that I could have avoided this.
Another set of feet came into view. The Chameleon came down next. He frowned and scowled deeply, worse than Giovanni. I wasn’t sure who I should be more worried about.
I made a move, a move to go with my usual tactics but the Chameleon fired a shot toward me. He was a good shot because it hit me right in my neck and instantly took me down.
Darkness robbed me of my next thoughts.
Chapter 18
Jia
“Have you got everything ready?”Anya asked.
I nodded and looked at my friend sitting on the edge of my bed.
She hugged her knees to her chest and rested her chin on top of them.
Anya looked like she was doing her best to keep it together. She’d started crying a few times in the hour she’d been here.
I had a while yet before I had to leave for the airport, several hours in fact. My flight was late tonight so I had the whole day ahead of me. It was just gone eleven now, not even lunch time.
It was long enough for her to come and hang out for a little while and even for us to go out for one last meal, something to that effect.
