Brian stayed outside and crouched so she could see his face. “I’m not your enemy.”
Midnight bent down, too.
“Tell her,” Brian said to the other man.
“I was told to kill you.”
She’d been in Vienna nearly a month and had seen this black man almost every day. But that was the first time she’d ever heard his voice.
“By who?” she asked.
“Simon gave the order to Rocha. They want you to disappear. There’s no plane to Florida, at least not one for you.”
They both stared at her with looks of concern.
“I told you,” Brian said, “that you were in way over your head. Simon’s done with you. Whatever he needed from your father, he’s apparently got. You’re not part of his plan anymore.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He shook his head. “Look, I’m taking a huge chance revealing to you that I have eyes and ears inside Simon’s camp. This man here is staking his life to save yours. The least you could be is grateful.”
“Why are you doing this?”
She held her ground across the seat, three feet from the open door, realizing there was little she could do. The door at her back would probably not open. She was alone, in the woods, at their mercy.
“Alle,” Brian said. “Listen to me. You’d be dead, right now, but for me. I had you brought here. Midnight —”
“Is that really your name?” she asked. “I thought it was just what Rocha called you.”
He shrugged. “I got the tag when I was a kid.”
“You fondled me.” She hadn’t forgotten.
“And if I hadn’t, Rocha would have been pissed. He told me to do it, so I played the part. Just like you, missy.”
Then she knew. “You told Brian about all that’s been happening.”
Midnight nodded. “Yes, ma’am. That’s my job.”
“Get out,” Brian said again.
She shook her head and did not move.
He exhaled, shook his head, and stood. His hand reached beneath his jacket and a gun appeared. “Get your sorry ass out of that car. Now. If you don’t, we’re going to drag you out.” To make his point he thrust the weapon inside. “I’m not in the mood for this.”
Her brain seemed frozen, her body paralyzed.
Never had she faced the barrel of a gun.
She slid herself across the seat to the open door.
“It’s late,” he said. “I’m tired, and we have a drive ahead of us.”
“Where are we going?”
“Someplace where you can be dead, at least as far as Simon is concerned. Midnight has to go back and report that you’re no longer breathing.”
“Why does Zachariah want me dead?”
“Because, little lady,” Midnight said. “That man has been playing you for weeks. He tells you what you want to hear, and you believe every word. He’s got what he wants. Now you’re in the way.”
“What is it he wants?”
“Your father on a leash,” Brian said. “Whatever your grandfather has in that coffin, Simon wants it bad. And you just helped him get it.”
She still wasn’t prepared to concede that Zachariah would harm her.
“Why do you care what happens to me?” she asked, still sitting inside the car at the door.
Brian stepped close, the gun still in his hand. “I got news for you. I don’t. I only care about what you know. But unlike your great benefactor, I actually saved your life.”
“And that’s supposed to make me grateful?”
He shook his head and again pointed the gun straight at her. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused.”
She tried hard to master the stabs of panic in her chest. She wanted to retreat inside the car but realized that would be useless.
“Are you going to cooperate?” Brian asked, a look of hope in his watchful eyes.
“I don’t seem to have much choice.”
Brian turned to his compatriot. “Get back to town and tell them she’s dead. Then keep your eyes and ears
