Max said he’d take care of the reservations—under their assumed names.
“Get us a late check-in, for tonight,” Shane said, “in case we don’t go straight there.”
When they hung up, Elena looked at him.
“How are we traveling?”
“Surface transportation. It’s about a six-hour drive. I’d use a delivery truck if I thought I was fit to drive that far. But I think our best bet is a limo—following the luxury theme.”
“Okay.”
He consulted his computer, got the number of a limo service, and made the arrangements.
“They’ll be here in half an hour,” he told Elena.
Her jaw dropped. “How could you arrange it that fast?”
“Money.”
“This is costing a lot. I mean, it’s like you’ve taken on a case but you’re not getting paid for it.”
“Lincoln Kinkead’s going to pay me.”
“Even though you…” She flapped her hand in a helpless gesture. “Even though you walked out on the job he hired you to do?”
“I didn’t walk out. I’m still working for him, even if he doesn’t know it. And you’re forgetting that I’m the one who knows where that SIM card is hidden.”
“At the first safe house,” she breathed.
He nodded.
“You think it’s still there?”
“I put it somewhere nobody’s going to look. Partly because they don’t even know what they’re looking for.”
She didn’t ask where he’d put it because she didn’t want him to speak the words aloud—just in case someone could hear them. Or maybe she was being paranoid.
The expression on her face made him shake his head.
“Don’t worry about it now. And we don’t have time for an argument. Pack some clothes you want to take.”
“You mean something that will look like I belong at a five-star hotel?”
He laughed. “You’d be surprised what people wear at top-of-the-line hotels these days. The more money they have, the less they think they have to impress people, and the more casually they tend to dress.”
“Okay.”
Still, she hurried upstairs and looked through the women’s clothing she’d found in the safe house, selecting nice slacks and jeans and several nice blouses, and packed them in a suitcase she found in the closet.
She was ready in twenty minutes. When she came down, Shane was coming up from the basement.
She gave him a questioning look.
“Something I had to do. Give me a couple of minutes to pack.” He climbed the stairs while she waited in the great room. She’d felt okay here until he’d started making her nervous with his talk about her brother’s pursuers finding them.
When he came back downstairs, he was carrying a small bag.
“I guess I took more clothes than you did,” she blurted.
“Women always need more clothes than guys.”
When a call came to his cell phone, she tensed, then waited while he answered. It was the limo driver down at the gate. Shane buzzed him into the compound, and they got into the luxury vehicle, with its wide leather seats, television, and wet bar.
She was looking back the way they’d come when she saw an SUV slow at the entrance to the property.
Shane was looking in the same direction.
“Who is that?” she asked.
“I don’t know, but I think my instincts were correct. We may have gotten out of there just in time.”
She shuddered. “You think they found where we were staying?”
“I think if they put enough resources into it, they could do it.”
“Can they get in there?”
“The alarms are on, but they might ignore them.”
“Another safe house compromised,” she whispered.
“Rockfort will handle it.” Shane moved to the facing jump seat and tapped on the window between the passenger compartment and the front seat. When the driver lowered the window, the two men had a hurried conference.
“What?” Elena asked when he settled back into his seat.
“We’re changing cars in Richmond,” he told her. “The driver’s setting it up now.”
She swallowed, thinking that she’d never been in a situation where she didn’t know if she was going to be safe from one moment to the next. Then she changed that evaluation. It had been true when she’d been a little girl in San Marcos. Her parents had told her and her brother that everything would be fine once they got to North America. She’d believed them, and for her it had been true until the past few weeks—until her brother had messed everything up for the Reyes family.
She caught her breath.
Shane instantly picked up on her reaction. “What?”
“I was thinking that my brother had messed things up for our family. Then I started worrying that the bad hombres could have gone after my parents. I mean, they can’t know anything, but that may not be any protection.”
Shane still had his phone in his hand. As they sped north, he called Rockfort Security and explained the situation to his friends.
He looked up and said, “They’re going to make sure your family is all right.”
“Gracias.”
He nodded and went back to the conversation with the other Rockfort men. She could only hear his side of it, but she sensed his frustration. Apparently they hadn’t figured out where her brother was and who was holding him. That was bad enough, but the thugs seemed to have put enormous effort into figuring out where she and Shane had gone.
As she listened to the conversation, a plan began to form in her mind.
Her brother had gotten her into bad trouble. She’d transferred that trouble to Shane and his partners, and she was thinking it was her responsibility to get them out of it.
Jerome Weller shoved his cell phone into his pocket. With his mouth set in a grim line, he got up and wandered onto the flagstone terrace outside his office. He stood in the shade of the awning for a few moments, then walked down a flagstone path to the fishpond that his gardening service had installed for him. The fish glided through the water, completely oblivious to any dangers.
He took out his phone and stared at the screen. When there was no indication of a call, he put it back and walked farther into the garden.
He was angry with himself for reacting to this situation. Over the past few days he’d lost weight. And every time he tried to eat a decent meal, it stuck in his throat. He took two antacid pills out of his other pocket, popped them into his mouth, and chewed. He hated the taste, but he found he was eating them like candy.
When the phone rang, he took it out of his pocket again and looked at the number on the screen. “Well?” he demanded.
The man on the other end of the line hesitated, the way he had after the failed attempt in St. Stephens, making Jerome’s stomach clench.
“Spit it out.”
“I think we just missed them.”
Jerome responded with a string of curses, yet he couldn’t fault the men he had sent to North Carolina. They’d figured out where Gallagher had landed. Then they’d started searching for secure properties. The whole process had taken a long time. Longer than Jerome would have liked, but there was nothing he could do about it. Not from here. And not from there, either.
He’d only been able to wait for word, and it hadn’t turned out the way he’d hoped.
“They were at a safe house, and they left?”
“Yes.”
“Did you search the property?”
“It’s wired with explosives.”
“That’s just great.” He thought for a moment. “I think we have to assume they’re coming back here. Maybe by plane again.”
“Maybe in a limo. We saw one on the road right outside the gate.”
“Find it.”
Chapter 24