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Shakily she got to her feet and gathered her evening wrap, fumbling with the folds to make certain they still held everything securely. John shrugged into his tuxedo jacket and straightened his tie, then raked his fingers through his hair. He looked cool and controlled.
“Are you ready?”
She nodded, and he checked the monitor again. “Here we go,” he said, taking her arm and ushering her to the door.
Somehow she controlled her voice, and found the words. Somehow she sounded as casual as he did. “What about the lock? Are you going to fix it?”
“No, he’ll just think it malfunctioned. This type does occasionally.”
He opened the door and swiftly looked out, then ushered her into the empty hallway. He was pulling the office door shut, his hand still on the handle, when the hallway door abruptly swung open and a guard stepped through. He checked when he saw them, shouting something as he automatically reached for his weapon.
John was moving almost before the guard saw them. He pushed Niema against the wall as he went down on one knee, going for the weapon in his ankle rig. The guard panicked and fired too soon, the bullet plowing into the floor ten feet in front of him. John didn’t panic. Niema saw his face, calm and expressionless, as his hand swept up. He fired twice, the first shot in the chest and the second, an insurance shot, in the head. The guard jerked like a puppet with broken strings as he crashed backward through the open door.
John gripped Niema’s hand and with one motion pulled her to her feet. Screams rose beyond the open hallway door and running footsteps pounded toward them. “Come on,” he said and shoved her toward the left exit, and people poured through the door behind them.
Upstairs, the three shots froze Hossam. He leaped off the bed and grabbed his pants from the floor, jerking them on as he ran for the door. He grabbed his shoulder holster as well, sliding the weapon free.
“Hossam! Don’t leave me like this!” Cara’s voice was sharp with panic—he had long since taken off the gag—but he ignored her and ran out the door. He did have presence of mind to slam the door closed as he went out, but that was all he took the time to do.
Barefoot, he raced down the hall to the stairway at the end and instead of using the steps he put his hand on the rail and vaulted down to the next tier, again and again until he reached the ground floor. The shots seemed to have come from directly below and to the right, which meant they were near Ronsard’s office.
The long hallway was jammed with people, some of them Ronsard’s guests who were exclaiming in horror. The security personnel were trying to clear them out of the hall, but the arrival of a huge, half-naked, armed man had the guests shrinking back.
“Where?” Hossam shouted.
“Out this entrance,” a guard replied, pointing to the door. “It was Temple and one of the women.” Hossam wheeled and plunged into the night.
Where would Temple go? Hossam briefly paused, thinking. He would try to get transportation, rather than get away on foot, but the guests vehicles were secured in a fenced area. The estate vehicles, however, were not. Hossam ran barefoot across the damp lawn, heading for the garage area.
Bright emergency lights flashed on all over the estate, lighting up the area like a football field. Armed men swarmed the lawn. Hossam yelled, “The guest vehicles! Check them!”
A large group formed, racing for the secure area. Hossam ran on toward the garage, his weapon held ready. Damn, this guy Temple had piss-poor timing! He’d had Cara ready to come for about the tenth time when he heard the shots, but he’d had to jerk out of her and leave her on the brink, still helplessly tied to the bed.
The long, shadowed garage was silent as he moved down the row of cars and Land Rovers and Jeeps. “Are you here?” he whispered.
“Here.”
Hossam whirled as Temple stepped out of the shadows, towing a woman behind him. “Go, man,” he hissed, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket and tossing them to Temple, who released the woman to catch them with his left hand. “The green Mercedes there.”
“Thanks. Turn around.”
Sighing, Eric Govert turned around. He just hoped he wouldn’t be out too long, or Cara would be hysterical with rage. He never heard Temple move or felt the blow that left him stretched out on the cold concrete floor.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
John bent down and scooped up the big man’s weapon and tossed it to Niema. “Here, hold this.”
She pushed that pistol, too, into the bundle of her evening wrap. It would look suspicious if they didn’t take the weapon. He unlocked the car with the automatic lock release on the key ring and they got in. “Get down on the floor,” he said, putting his hand on the back of her head and pushing to make sure she obeyed.
She crouched in the well of the floor as he started the car and hit the garage door opener. The door began to slide upward and the automatic light came on overhead. He glanced at her and smiled, and shifted into gear. The powerful car shot forward, tires grabbing traction so smoothly there was no squeal or burning rubber.
The first shot shattered the window above her head, spraying glass over the interior of the car. She bit back a startled cry, covering her head with her arms as a second shot went through the passenger door and the back of the seat not three inches from John’s arm, the bullet making a funny whfftt sound as it passed through the leather and fabric.
He floored the gas pedal, smoothly shifting through the gears. With each new gear the increased G-force pushed her hard against the seat. “Stay down,” he said, and ducked a split second before the drivers’ side window shattered.
The gates. He was heading for those massive, steel-barred gates. She barely had time to brace her hands before the impact. Metal screamed and glass shattered, and she heard more shots, the rapid coughing of automatic fire. She was thrown sideways, her head banging the gear shift. One of the heavy gates, torn off its hinges, landed half on the hood.
