Hammer frowned. “I’ll see if Dmytro has some contacts with Interpol who can help while keeping their participation under wraps. If we can get a confession, we’ll want Interpol there to take them into custody.”
“Already on it,” Dmytro called out from the cockpit.
Hammer smiled briefly. “I swear that man can do anything and has radar instead of ears.”
“Teuling has to know by now that I’ve escaped,” Marta said.
“Then we don’t let him know you or Cate are here,” Crusher said.
“For that matter,” Draco said, “his people could’ve shown him the video surveillance, which included Crusher and me. He might recognize us as well.”
“I’d be surprised if he doesn’t back out of his speaking commitment tomorrow,” Marta said. “We can’t let that happen.”
“We have people watching him,” Hammer said. “We’ll make sure he gets to his session.”
Marta’s eyes narrowed. “While you’re at it, could you make sure Vasquez is there as well? I have an idea.”
Crusher’s brow dipped low. “You want to clue us in?”
“I will,” Marta said. “We just need to make sure both Teuling and Vasquez are in the Summit meeting room. Once there, we need to keep them there long enough to make a point.”
“Sounds like you’re planning something,” Striker said. “Let’s meet at the convention center hotel. We have several hours before the Summit begins. I arranged for a suite. Let’s reconvene there.”
“Roger,” Hammer said. “See you there.”
A large van pulled up beside the plane.
Dmytro emerged from the cockpit. “That would be my friend, Sergei, here to take us to the convention center.” He waved a hand toward the door.
Crusher exited first and held out a hand to help Marta down the steps onto the tarmac. Everyone climbed into the van.
Sergei drove them through the sleeping city to the convention center.
Dmytro handed Marta his hooded jacket and gave Cate a fedora.
Marta put on the jacket and pulled the hood up over her hair. The hem almost reached her knees.
Cate tucked her sandy-blond hair into the fedora and settled it on her head.
Striker met them in the parking lot. He led the way through a side door into the lobby.
Crusher looped his arm around Marta.
She held the pouch with the antiviral clutched to her chest beneath the jacket.
Draco and Devon Marsh stood on either side of Cate as they made their way to the elevators. Fearghas and Catya brought up the rear.
Once in the suite, they brought Royce, Hank and Swede up on a video call from Dmytro’s laptop and gathered around Hammer’s laptop to study the layout of the convention center, the door to the room where the Summit would take place and the ventilation ducts feeding air into the large room.
“I need to be in the room where the Summit will take place,” Marta announced.
Crusher shot her a frown. “Are you kidding? This is your plan?”
She nodded. “Because of the nature of the Summit, it will be televised. Anything that happens or is said will be recorded.”
“And what will you be doing in that room?” Crusher demanded.
“Extracting a confession,” Marta said with a lift of her chin.
