“Yeah, he’s…young.”
“He says his band want him back.”
It was the first Hayden had heard. “The Wall of Sleep? I thought they had a new lead singer.”
Kinimaka shrugged as he merged onto I-395 North. “Point is…you’re single.”
“Well, for now.” Hayden hid a grin by staring out the window. “I’ve had to field a few calls. You know how it is.”
“Sure I do. Those hula girls never leave me alone.”
Hayden snatched a quick glimpse out of the corner of her eyes, but couldn’t tell if the big man was teasing her. Before either of them could say another word, her cell rang and Ben Blake came between them.
“Hi. We’ve checked out the hotel. I managed to hack into its database. The most expensive rooms were registered to ‘VIP guests’ on Thursday, January, 10. No names. Our victims were all registered there. The VIPs took an entire wing, most likely for bodyguards and stuff.”
“Thanks, Ben.” Hayden sounded unhappy. “Listen. You don’t need to hack anything anymore. We’re official now.”
Ben clicked his tongue. “Then why the hell do you need me?”
The line went dead. Hayden turned to Kinimaka. “Sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize for him. It’s not—”
The tones of her cell blasted out again, a standard ringtone to help formalize their new agency. “Yes?”
“Karin here. What Ben forgot to tell you was that Drake just rang. He hit the Russians, got nothing from them but bruises and an address in Frankfurt. He’s en route there now.” Karin paused, breathing heavily.
“What is it?” Hayden sensed more and braced herself.
“Something he said sounded whacko. He told me to start researching the ancient city of Babylon and the Tower of Babel. He wondered if there might be some kind of link to the tombs of the gods.”
“He asked you to do that now?”
“Well. Not exactly. He said if I get chance.”
Hayden opened her mouth, but Kinimaka’s low growl silenced her. “We’re being followed.”
Hayden didn’t move. “How many?”
“At least two. Hard to say.”
“Karin. Track our position and call out the local PD. Looks like we got some company.”
“Consider it done. I’ll stay on the line.”
Hayden opened the glove box, took out two fully loaded Glocks and filled her pockets with extra ammo. Quickly, she tied back her hair. She’d purposely let it hang loose for Mano’s benefit.
“Cops are on their way.”
Kinimaka’s eyes were fixed firmly to the rearview. “This ain’t gonna wait, boss.”
Hayden felt the jolt as a vehicle rammed them from behind. Kinimaka wrenched at the wheel to keep them straight, but even then, their car slewed across two lanes.
“There.” Hayden pointed out the upcoming off-ramp and, below it, a row of flashing lights. “Go!”
Kinimaka twisted the wheel again, this time toward the interstate’s exit. The chase vehicles followed suit. By the time they realized Kinimaka’s intentions, he was already among the approaching cop cars.
Chaos ensued. Kinimaka jerked the wheel and came around. A black SUV clipped their wing, coming to an abrupt halt. Another SUV squealed to a halt behind it. And there, beneath the stark light offered by the high off-ramp lights and swinging traffic lights, men and cops piled out of their vehicles, armed to the teeth.
Cops ducked down behind their doors and tires. Men dressed all in black and wearing full face masks leapt over obstructions, advancing with terrible force, loosing bullets in a non-stop, deadly wave. Hayden rolled out of her door as their windshield cracked and disintegrated. She hit the ground a second before Kinimaka, the big Hawaiian almost breaking his back as he twisted in an effort not to land on top of her.
With no time for thought, Hayden scrambled behind the big rear tire. The cop cars to their left were getting shredded, ragged holes being torn through hard metal and glass, safe havens being demolished. The cops hadn’t even dared raise their heads yet. The fury of the onslaught was stunning, razing all hope from the entire area.
“How many?” Hayden shouted above the blitz.
“Ten. At least. All armed.” Kinimaka bellowed back.
Hayden heard Karin’s voice over the car’s Bluetooth cell system, calling in air support. Good move.
Hayden squeezed herself into as tiny a target as she could as bullets even began to fizz off the road beneath the car, skimming like rocks thrown at still waters. “We have to do something. We’re gettin’ killed here!”
Kinimaka grunted. Without ceremony, he laid his gun down and tackled a nearby road sign, hitting it hard and upending its thick, metal pole and rough concrete base. Hayden gawped. Kinimaka hefted the sturdy sign and literally threw it over the roof of the car straight among the ranks of the approaching enemy.
“What the fuck, Mano?”
The Hawaiian shrugged. “You called it, not me.”
The gunfire wound down for a moment, replaced by the gruff cries of shocked and wounded men. Hayden risked a peek through the nearest shattered window. Scenes of disarray met her eyes. The signpost had flown true, actually hitting the enemy soldiers and knocking some of them to the ground. The shock of the moment had destroyed the focus of the others. Maybe their leader had been hit.
“Go.”
She motioned furiously and brought her gun up. At the same time, a dozen cops imitated her. The sound of police issues and Glocks barked at the night, not as imposing as the machine-gun fire, but just as deadly. The enemy line crumbled, men falling to their knees, pin wheeling or scrambling for cover.
Hayden slipped around the rear of the car, Kinimaka in her wake. The full face masks and body suits of the enemy gave no indication as to their identities. Hopefully, if they left someone behind, that might. But as Hayden pressed forward, squeezing her Glock and maintaining a deadly accuracy, the retreating force scooped up their injured and dead and laid down a hail of covering fire.
Hayden hit the dirt again. No matter how much she wanted to know who she was dealing with, she couldn’t disrespect the kind of firepower these guys had brought to the fray. Someone sure as hell wanted both Kinimaka and her dead. Some of the cops tried to match hardware with the enemy. Bullets clanked and sparked and fizzed off cars, Kevlar and signposts.
The Hawaiian hunkered down beside her. “There they go. What now?”
“We check out that friggin’ hotel, and quick.” Hayden told him. “And warn the guys back at HQ. If these soldiers came after us, they might just try to hit our base next.”
Kinimaka grunted. “Bad luck for them if they do. The caliber of people back there—”
Then the radio squawked. It was Karin’s voice. “Hey, Dahl. Komodo? You seein’ this? I can’t believe the base is under attack.”
Hayden dove back into the car, amazed that the Bluetooth system still worked and offering up a prayer. “Don’t fuck about!” she cried. “These bastards are fully loaded, believe me. Just kill ’em all!”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Matt Drake hadn’t seen Alicia for some time, but the moment when they reunited in Germany contained no more emotion than two workmates meeting at a coffee shop, a bit of backslapping, a few innuendos about Mai, and many leading questions. Drake did his best to field them all. Alicia did spare a handshake for Romero and the look in her eyes spoke volumes for how much she appreciated him helping keep Drake and Mai alive.
“Trouble with this team,” she told him privately, “is it gets under your skin. You don’t wanna let go. Keeps me awake at bloody night.”