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They seem to be deciding between themselves who will stay back to make sure my order is taken care of. I couldn't care less.
Michel has Alize.
He's more slippery than Laurent. If I lose him now, I'll lose him forever. He's been in the wind for so many years.
I'm not about to lose another woman I love to him.
THIRTY-SEVEN
ALEXANDER
I dial Reggieas we're jogging up the stairs. "How far is the nearest FBO?"
George and Wesley are close behind me.
The other two guys are staying back to handle the crime scene Michel left behind. We're down to four people, but Michel always works alone. He doesn't have a syndicate to fall back on. Not even allies.
With three of us, he’ll be outnumbered.
If it comes down to it, I could take him one-on-one.
Reggie answers in a heartbeat. "There are three within a forty-kilometre radius."
The fact that Michel made his home in such a rural part of the United States tells me that he would be trying to hightail it out of Europe as soon as possible. He's got to be trying to fly out of here.
And there's only one way a man like him would be able to get around.
"I need you to check all of them for outgoing flights," I tell Reggie. We're running through the hallway now, our feet echoing in the cavernous house. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins.
We're so close.
"Look for anything that seems suspicious," I say. "Last minute schedules. Scrambled tail numbers. Unregistered planes. Manifests with no passengers."
Classic signs of an owner who doesn't want to be tracked.
"I'm on it," Reggie replies.
I hang up the phone and the three of us sprint to the SUV. I climb in the passenger seat this time, and Wesley slides into the back with Reggie. I grip the roof handle, and George peels onto the street.
He's only got twenty minutes on us.
And I doubt he knows these city streets like George does. We can catch up to them. I just need Reggie to give me a fucking idea of where Michel could be heading. It almost feels like a gamble to just assume that he's trying to fly out.
But it's the only thing that makes sense.
I've got that feeling in my gut again.
I'm coming for you, Alize.
"I've found one!" Reggie exclaims, and I snap my head back to look at him. "At Manu Forte Private Airport. There's a BBJ 777x with a redacted registrar and no manifest bumped up for takeoff immediately. Its last flight was an inbound one from Marrakesh three weeks ago."
Three weeks.
That sounds about the time Alize got back in contact with her father. Did he come to London at that time in hopes of reconnecting with her somehow? I don't doubt that she told him she would be here after she found out I had plans of taking her here during the break.
It makes sense.
To know that he's been on the same soil as me all this time makes my stomach churn. He's been watching, waiting for an opportunity.
