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“The wall beside the bed, behind the boards.”
“Who are you?”
“You don’t know? I thought you saw me in my red Porsche. Not a good lie, was it? Ollie, unless he lowers his weapon, shoot him in the arm.”
“Batard!” René whirled about to fire, not at Mike but at Savich.
A shot rang out and René’s Sig fell from his fingers. He gasped, grabbed his arm, felt blood ooze out between his fingers. He stared blankly toward the window, no longer covered with cardboard, at the face of a man with a rifle pointed at him.
Savich said, “Claude, gently place your Beretta on the floor or the next bullet will be for you. If Ruth’s aim is good, she might hit your shoulder, or maybe it will be your neck. It’s not that important to me.”
Claude slowly bent down and laid his Beretta on the floor.
Savich said, “Olivia, pick up the guns.”
As she bent down to pick up his Beretta, Claude lashed out his leg.
Olivia jerked away, but his foot clipped her thigh. She felt nothing but joy as she whirled about and sent her foot into his groin and smashed her fist into his throat. Claude fell to his knees, gagging, trying to suck in air. Then he moaned, fell on his side, and hugged himself. Olivia stood over him. “Thank you for that, Claude. Don’t worry, you’ll be breathing again, in a minute or so.” She turned to Savich, said with a huge grin, “Do you know Claude is from Indiana?” She kicked him with her toe. “And would you look what he chose to do with his life.”
Mike said, “That’s my girl. Excellent timing, Savich. I guess we’ll need an ambulance for the French idiot. They actually believed they could walk in, take the flash drive, and kill us.”
Claude had his breath back. He yelled at René, “You arrogant moron! You swore there was no one hiding in this godforsaken shack! You swore no one was outside, hiding in the trees. I told you before we took her it had to be a trap, the flash drive was too important to the CIA for them to just hand it over to you, but you laughed at me, said no one would beat you, the incomparable René Delos! You’re more of a fool than your sadistic brother.” He broke off and began coughing, as he frantically rubbed his throat.
René’s face was white with pain, but he was so furious he managed to pull himself into a sitting position. He waved his fist at Claude and yelled in French, “You were the one waiting outside? It was you to see, not me.”
Savich said, “I imagine both of you gentlemen will have countless years to discuss who’s more at fault here. As you’ve learned from firsthand experience, my agents are very good. Now, Claude, if you are unwilling to tell us your last name, I suspect you will be in Interpol’s facial recognition database.” He looked dispassionately down at René. “So you are René Delos, and your brother is Henri. I strongly doubt he will be pleased with you when the French police arrive at his house.”
Olivia pulled René’s cell phone from the inside of his coat pocket, waved it at him. “Dillon, look what I have. A magic phone. Because René believed he would walk away with the flash drive in his pocket, leaving us dead, he had no hesitation about calling his bro to brag how easy it was to drag me into the van. I’m sure everything we need is right here on his cell. Let me see.” She scrolled to the most recent call. “Ah, here it is. A French number. Your brother’s number, René?”
René raised furious eyes to Savich’s face. “You are a dead man. I will enjoy killing you, after I slit her throat.”
Savich went down on his haunches, studied René’s white face. He said, his voice matter-of-fact, “Seems to me, monsieur, given your current condition, you should admire my guile, tell me what a worthy adversary I am. And then you will want to make other plans.” He smiled over at Olivia. “She fooled you, you never had a doubt, did you?”
The boathouse door pushed open and four CAU agents—Ruth, Ollie, Davis, and Lucy—filed in, bundled to their ears in winter gear, the dull brown shades blending in nicely with the surroundings outside. Ruth said, “Hello, everyone. Olivia, good to see you again. I saw what you did to our boy here from Indiana. I like your moves. Well done.”
Olivia said, “Hello to all of you, and thank you. I looked for you as well as these two morons, didn’t see even a shadow. Ollie, that was an excellent shot.”
Lucy laughed. “I hate to admit I didn’t want to be a big bush as a disguise, but it worked.”
Mike shook hands with each of them. “Good job staying hidden. Thank you all.” He looked down at René. “You’re not looking so good, mate. All your plans, kidnapping Olivia, murdering without a bit of remorse, didn’t work out for you.”
René felt a raging mix of fury and pain. He wanted to smash that face above him. But he couldn’t raise his arm. He fell back, moaning.
Mike pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, handed it to René. “Press this against your shoulder, hard, to slow the bleeding. I don’t want you to bleed to death. I want you to spend the rest of your life in a French prison.”
Ruth said cheerfully, “Our only problem was the cold. I swear my fingers are still numb. Ollie suggested that all the bushes move closer together for warmth.”
Ollie said to Ruth, “Suck your fingers, that’s what I did. It works.” He knelt down beside René, looked at his wound, shook his head at him. “The bullet passed through. No reason to whine.”
Olivia didn’t know a laugh was lurking, but out it came. She wanted to kiss all of them. She walked to Mike and hugged him tight. He rubbed his cheek against her hair.
Davis said to Savich, “I called an ambulance for this French bozo.”
Lucy walked to Claude, went down on her haunches, jerked him onto his stomach, put her cuffs on him. She leaned down, whispered in his ear, “Didn’t work out well for you, either, did it, kidnapping Olivia?” She grinned up at Savich. “I think he called me a bitch.”
Savich looked at Olivia still standing close to Mike. “You know it isn’t over.”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, I know. I know.”
“I’m sorry, Olivia, very sorry.”
