Savage and Akira lunged after her. Any moment, their hunters would recover from the stunning barrage to their senses. They'd struggle to orient themselves, emerge from the smoke, see their quarry, and continue pursuing.
Rachel's pace faltered. Savage and Akira caught up to her. Charging lower, they passed tennis courts perched on the slope. Players had stopped their games, staring toward the smoke on the road above them. Several noticed Savage, Akira, and Rachel race past, then redirected their attention toward the smoke.
As the slope leveled off, the hotels seemed larger, taller. Savage paused with Akira and Rachel behind a maintenance building near palm trees and a swimming pool. No hunters scurried down the slope.
But Savage was dismayed to see the burly man, breathing heavily, stumble toward them.
“Jesus, I almost lost you. Thanks for waiting till I caught up.”
“We didn't wait so you could join us,” Akira said. “We're trying to decide what to do. But
The man wiped his sweaty face. “Yeah? Quick, tell me. What is it?”
“We don't want you with us. Whichever way
“Come on, quit joking. We're in this together.”
“No,” Akira said.
“The top of the slope,” Savage said.
Akira followed Savage's gaze toward the hunters scurrying downward.
“No, we're
In pain, the man sagged. He groaned and squirmed, struggling to release Akira's grip.
Akira pressed harder. “You
The man's face turned pale from the power of Akira's grip. “Okay, I'm out of here.”
“Go.” Akira pushed him.
The man took a last frightened look at Akira and stumbled toward the opposite hotel.
In the distance, sirens wailed.
“And
They passed between two hotels and reached a noisy street that flanked the sea. Savage waved his arms toward a taxi. It pulled to a stop. They hurried inside.
Savage echoed Rachel's question. “Where? I worked in this area a year and a half ago. A man I met owes me a favor.”
He turned to the driver and gave him directions in French. “We're late for a party. I'll double your fare if you get us there in five minutes.”
In the backseat, Savage stared behind him. The hunters had not yet rushed from between the hotels onto the palmlined street. When they finally did, they wouldn't be able to read the license plate on this taxi.
Antibes had a population of more than sixty thousand. Though October was past the height of the tourist season, there were still sufficient visitors to congest the narrow streets. When the taxi began to move with frustrating slowness, Savage told the driver to stop, paid him the promised bonus, and left with Rachel and Akira.
They disappeared into an alley above which laundry dangled from ropes. To his right, Savage heard waves crashing onto the beach. To his left, above the alley, he caught a glimpse of a centuries-old, towering chateau.
Rachel hurried past the alley's narrow walls made even more narrow by garbage. She frowned toward Savage. “But you gave the driver an address. If my husband's men question the driver, they'll know where we're going.”
“The address was fake,” Savage said.
“Standard practice,” Akira said.
They reached the end of the alley.
Rachel stopped and caught her breath. “So
“No,” Savage said. “Our promise to protect you isn't.”
“As long as I'm worth money.”
“I told you before, the money isn't important.
“Your husband has spies on your sister's island,” Akira said. “If we try to take you there, we'll face another trap, and then another. Eventually you'll be captured.”
“Which means it's hopeless,” Rachel said.
“No,” Savage said. “You've got to keep trusting me.”
They crossed a street, blended with the crowd, and entered another alley.
“A year and a half ago,” Savage said, “when I worked in this district, I needed special additions to a car. I found a man in Antibes who could do the job. But he didn't care how much I paid him. Money, he said, meant nothing if he couldn't buy what he wanted. He needed extra benefits. What kind? I asked. Guess what he wanted? He saw some movie posters my client had left in the car and took for granted I had something to do with the festival at Cannes. So he wanted to meet his greatest idol, Arnold Schwarzenegger. Yes, I said, that might be possible. But
“So now you'll demand the favor,” Akira said.
“A car.”
“And
“Force of circumstance,” Savage said.
“You're taking me with you?” Rachel breathed. “To New York?”
“And Graham,” Akira said. “But I have to qualify my approval.”
“Because we're no longer protecting only this woman,” Akira said. “We're also protecting
“You'll defend her,” Savage said.
“But of course,” Akira said, his eyes tinged with sadness.
“We don't have a choice,” Savage said.
VANISHING ACT