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“To tell you that I was sorry.”
“Look, if Waller can get the drop on—”
She cut in. “He is very good, no doubt. But so are we. This is what we do.”
“What is?” he shot back.
“As soon as it’s over you’ll be released unharmed,” said Reggie. She paused. “I saw some men leave your hotel with your things. One of them was wearing a hat and he didn’t look happy.”
“I’m sure he’s not very happy with me.”
“We can contact him, tell him you’re all right. That this was not your fault.”
“I’ll take care of it. But let me ask you this. If you fail and Waller kills all of you, what then?”
Whit smirked. “Then it’ll be up to you to get yourself out of here. Not too hard for a tough guy like you, right?”
Shaw wasn’t giving up. “Tell me your plan and I’ll point out the holes.”
Whit shook his head. “And then maybe you escape and muck everything up? I don’t think so.”
“But—” began Reggie.
“No, Reg,” snapped Whit, and then his face contorted because of this mistake.
Shaw looked at her. “Reg, for Reggie?”
“Thank you again,” she said. She held out her hand. Whit moved to stop her, but Shaw was already clutching it. His fingers felt like they were on fire. When he looked at her he could sense she’d had a similar reaction.
Before the door closed Shaw called out, “I hope you get the son of a bitch.”
His last image of the woman was her eyes staring at him before the door shut between them.
He rushed to the door and listened. He heard one word clearly. “Market.”
Shaw groaned and slapped the door.
CHAPTER
54
WHAT, Evan’s not here with you?”
Reggie turned to see Alan Rice watching her. He walked across the main street in Gordes and joined her. “I thought his goal was to monopolize every minute of your time. And yet here you are, free and alone.”
“I guess he had something better to do right now. Plus I had some errands to run. I just came here to pick up a few things.”
“Do you have time for some coffee? With the sun behind the clouds it’s gotten a bit nippy. I could use some java.” He pointed behind her to a café on a side street near the Pol Para Museum situated in the village square.
They sat inside, ordered their drinks, and Rice didn’t break his silence until each had their cups. “Evan is quite infatuated with you, I’m sure you know that.”
“I enjoy his company. He’s a nice man.”
“No, he’s really not a nice man, Ms. Collins.”
“Pardon me?” Reggie said in surprise. “I thought you worked for him.”
“I do, so I know him intimately. He is an enormously successful businessman. But nice does not enter the equation.”
