Jack drew his pistol, and with two shots, he took out each shooter, their heads snapping backward in abrupt death. Jack didn’t need to confirm his kills as he raced to Frank’s side.
“Took you long enough.”
“Sorry,” Jack said as he crouched down.
But then Frank rolled toward him, and Jack could see the crimson stain blossoming on his shirt, just above his heart, the blood pulsing out of him.
“Not again!” Jack cried out.
“Hey, you knew this was inevitable.”
“No. It’s not inevitable. I can change this.”
“No, Jack. Shut up.” Frank’s speech slowed, his eyes falling to half-mast as his life ebbed. “Save Mia. That’s all that matters; that is the only fate you can change.”
Jack pulled him closer.
“I’m sorry I never met her.”
Jack stared at him, confused at his words. “I don’t understand.”
“You will.” And Frank’s eyes slid closed as a final breath escaped his lips.
Jack’s heart broke as he laid his hand across his friend’s head.
His own head throbbed, events of his life merging and falling apart all at once.
“Jack,” Mia whispered.
He turned to see Cristos standing in the doorway, his gun jammed into Mia’s neck.
“Seems you can’t save anyone today, huh?” Cristos said. “Where are my things?”
“I’m sorry, Jack,” Mia whispered.
“No. This is my fault. I’m sorry.”
“My things?” Cristos cut in.
“Let her go, and I’ll give them to you.”
“We tried that once already.”
“Kill her, and it will all burn.”
“I will say this only one time. No more idle threats.” Cristos’s voice grew calm. “If it burns, I will kill you both and pay a visit to your children. I will kill one of them in front of the other and take the second child to raise her as my own.”
CHAPTER 44
Jack walked with Mia at his side; Cristos was ten feet back, his gun trained on Mia. He led them across the long front yard, past the docks, heading north, the grade growing steeper for two hundred yards until they finally arrived at the base of the lighthouse, where the wind whipped the rain into a maelstrom on the high, rocky point. The white structure stood sixty feet tall, its bright light turning in a slow arc, casting its beam out into the world.
Jack opened the door to find the floor covered in a pool of gasoline, his backpack hanging from a nail in the circular stairs. Jack grabbed the bag and reluctantly stepped outside, passing it to Cristos. Keeping his gun trained on them, Cristos knelt on the muddy ground, oblivious to the rain that fell around them.
He dug through the bag, pulling out the passport and tossing it away. He found the dagger and looked at it under the wash of the lighthouse beam, its jewels sparking so many memories, but he tossed it, too. He found his prayer book and dumped it aside, finally pulled out the second book that belonged to his father. A smile of triumph creased his face as he turned back the red leather cover. He began thumbing through it, allowing the rain to fall on the pages to reveal his father’s hidden writing. He kept turning, lost in thought, as he absorbed his father’s words. Finally, he came to a section near the end, and his smile was washed away.
He flipped the pages ahead, back…
“There are pages missing.”
“I know.”
“Where are the pages?
“They were already torn out.”
“Bullshit!”
“How would I even know what pages to tear out?”
Cristos pondered his response.
“What is on those pages that is so important to you?”
“The names of the people,” Cristos said slowly, “who kill me.”
Jack looked at him as if he was crazy. “So you can kill them first?”
The rays of the lighthouse swept over them.
Cristos’s mind was working. He looked around him as if some answer could be found out at sea.
He finally dug back into the bag, drawing out his father’s money, some papers, the drawings of Jack and Mia, and finally, the wooden prayer necklace. He examined it, rolling it around in his hands. He finally turned to Jack. “Where is the necklace?”
Jack stared at him, confused. He pointed at the prayer necklace as if it was obvious.
“These are prayer beads.” Cristos looked back in the bag, but it was empty.
“Where is my father’s necklace?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Blue stones on a silver chain.”
Jack stared back, trying to hide his shock.
“Don’t tell me that it wasn’t here, that you don’t know where it is.”
And Jack realized… He avoided eye contact with Mia, fearing that he would reveal the location of the blue necklace that hung around her neck.
Cristos grabbed Mia, pulling her close, laying the gun against her temple. “Remember what I said before you had me executed? Hold tight to your family.”
Jack’s eye filled with rage.
“Where is that blue stone necklace?”
The moment hung in the air as Cristos dug the gun into Mia’s head.
“Ten seconds, and I’m going to start with her.” He scraped the gun through Mia’s dark, wet hair. “Know this. Your daughters are sleeping just across the water. Why do you think I chose this place?”
Cristos wrapped his left arm around Mia’s neck, holding her tight in a headlock. He turned the gun on Jack.
And as the revolving light of the lighthouse passed over them, a shard of blue light hit the jewels of the necklace in the gap above Mia’s sweater. Cristos saw it, spun her around, and tore open her sweater.
And there it was, hanging from her neck against her skin, the blue stone necklace that belonged to his father, the one that was spoken of in rumor, in mystery, said to keep him alive. It was passed down through the years to the leaders of their small country and would have passed to Cristos if his heart was true, if his father so deemed.
But Cristos didn’t need his father’s blessing now to take possession of it, to avail himself of its power.
Cristos smiled. What he sought had been under his nose for hours.
But in all of his distraction and focus on the necklace, Cristos never saw Jack lunge for his gun.
Jack grabbed it, wrenching it away, launching it toward the cliff’s edge.
Mia tore herself away from Cristos, backhanding him in the cheek with amazing strength before scurrying away for the gun. And Jack attacked with all of his strength, but the powerful man fought back, possessing the training that Jack could never match, blocking his blows, anticipating his moves. He spun a kick to the side of Jack’s head, sending him sprawling backward to the ground.
But Cristos didn’t continue at Jack-he dove at Mia and the gun she was picking up near the cliff’s edge. He punched her hard, sending her dazed into the mud. He grabbed the gun, spinning back, bringing it to bear on Jack.
And as Jack scrambled up along the muddy ground, Cristos saw a flash of Jack’s left arm and became momentarily distracted by the Cotis lettering on his tattoo.
“Where did you get that?” Cristos demanded.
Jack stared at Cristos, seeing a look on his face that he thought impossible. It was fear, a look he had seen on Mia when she had asked Jack to hide the case.
“Do you understand what that is?” Cristos said. “It’s a prayer for the dead.”
“I don’t want to hear any of your-”
“You died, Jack, and someone saved you. Who was it? What did he look like? Was it my father? Is he alive?”
Jack covered his arm with his hand as if in shame, as Mia slowly got to her feet behind him.
“Let me see that!” Cristos screamed, thrusting the gun at Jack.
Jack slowly rolled his sleeve down, taunting Cristos.
“Let me see it, now.” Cristos jabbed the gun toward Jack for emphasis.