Page 66 of Mountain Trial

“We’ll be there,” Kat nodded. “We still have no idea what they wanted, right?”

“No. But we found enough weapons and explosives to kill everybody in that hotel, Kat.”

Chapter 25

Luc

Kat’s office was on the first floor of an old-fashioned building in the center of town. A small, Lego helicopter was the only thing that set her desk apart from those of her team members.

“Damien and Tess’s son, Jamie, made that for me,” she said. “He’s quite the Lego master.”

Luc nodded and put the helicopter back down. He tried to keep his distance from Kat, not wanting to embarrass her in front of her team, though most of the team had already seen them together.

A moment later she came around to his side of the desk and took his hand in hers.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” said a slim, strong-looking man, staring at their hands. Luc remembered meeting him at the bar but couldn’t remember his name. “One more bites the dust.”

“Lay off, Gael,” Kat said, but she was smiling.

Gael.

Luc remembered Kat telling him Gael was a tracker and expert climber.

Luc forced himself to focus on what they were here for. Since they were both witnesses, he and Kat were split up and taken to two different rooms. Luc waited for a while, getting more and more nervous. He was good with faces, and Bull’s face in particular was etched indelibly into his brain, but that didn’t mean he knew how to describe the face.

After a little while, the door opened and Jens popped his head in.

“Thought you might need this,” he said, setting a cup of coffee in front of him. “Kat’s already with the sketch artist, it shouldn’t take long.”

“I assume the two men are still missing?”

“For now. An anti-terrorist team just arrived from Paris. Apparently Mr. Larsen is best friends with the Prime Minister, so no stone will be left unturned in the search.”

Luc clenched his jaw. “Good.”

Instead of leaving, Jens perched his tall frame on the table next to Luc.

“Uh, listen, Luc, I know we don’t know each other well. Don’t take this badly. It’s just something I have to say. Take care of Kat. She’s―”

Luc nodded, taking no offence. “I intend to do exactly that. She’s important to me as well.”

Jens nodded. “I hoped you’d say that.”

The door had barely closed behind Jens when a tiny dark-haired woman walked into the room. In her hand, she carried a slim tablet. She closed the door purposefully behind her and sat down in front of him.

“Monsieur Fournier, right? I’m Céline Castel.”

She opened the tablet and popped out a pen from the lower right corner.

“As you know, two of last night’s attackers are missing―they called themselves Bull and Dogfish. They’re the ones whose likeness I’m working on putting together.”

Fuck.

It had to be Dogfish.

Luc broke up in a cold sweat.

“Did you see both men?”