“Correct. I will give you a place and a time where my associate will meet you once you let me know when you will be in possession of … it.”
“It’ll be tonight,” Quinn said.
“Tonight?” The Ghost sounded surprised.
“I already did the preliminary work before yesterday’s events. We’re ready to go. I anticipate having the package ready for you before midnight.”
“That’s excellent,” the Ghost said. “We will call you this evening with the drop-off location.”
“Perfect.”
Quinn disconnected the call.
“So?” Annabel asked. “Did he believe you?”
“Everyone believes in greed,” Quinn replied.
Chapter 43
“Hungry?” Nate asked, standing in the doorway.
Liz was lying on the bed, curled in on herself, her eyes staring at the wall.
“What’s going to happen to me?” she asked. “Am I going to have to live on the run like this forever? And what’s going to happen to Mom? Is she going to have to give up her home? She’s too old for this.”
“You shouldn’t worry about any of that right now. Your brother is going to take care of things.”
She turned to him. “How can I not worry?”
He wasn’t sure what to tell her. He certainly didn’t have an answer. So he said, “Let me get you something to eat.”
“I just want to sleep.”
He nodded. “Sure. Okay, I’ll come back later.”
As he started to turn away, she said, “No. Lie with me. I think that’ll help.”
He smiled. “That I can do. Just let me put the food away first.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
In the kitchen, he gathered the meats, cheeses, and vegetables he’d set out to make sandwiches, and returned them to the refrigerator. He then got a glass and filled it with water.
He was carrying it across the living room when someone knocked on the front door.
He stopped and looked toward the entry, but made no other move.
Another knock. Not pounding, and not a polite tap. Something in between.
Nate remained still, listening. But the exterior hallway was carpeted and the door was thick, so he picked up nothing.
Just as the visitor knocked for a third time, Liz stepped out of the bedroom.
“What’s that—”
Nate held a finger to his mouth, quieting her, then motioned for her to go back into the bedroom. She complied with the first part, but not the second.
Five seconds passed, then ten. If there was to be a fourth knock, it should come within the next fifteen seconds. But those silently came and went.
Though still uneasy, he smiled, and held out the glass. “Thought you might be—”
With a loud crash, the front door splintered inward, flying open.
Nate dropped the glass and raced forward. Grabbing Liz, he carried her into the bedroom, where he dropped her back to her feet, then slammed the door closed.
“Help me,” he said, as he began to push the meager dresser in front of the door. Liz quickly joined him.
Once it was in place, Nate raced to the window and threw it open. The drop was two floors. Ankle-breaking height, especially if you didn’t know what you were doing.
He glanced back, then pulled a sheet off the bed.
“Tie this end around your waist,” he said. “Tight.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, grabbing the end of the sheet and looping it around her body.
“It’s too far for you to jump, so I’m going to lower you enough so you can drop down without getting hurt.”
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you.”
They could hear people running in the apartment.
“Come on. We don’t have time.”
Someone slammed into the bedroom door.
“Climb out,” he said. “I’ll lower you as far as I can, then let go.”
“You’re not going to make it!”
“Don’t worry about me. Just get down, and get the hell out of here. I’ll find you later.”
“Where?”
“Westminster Abbey.” It was the first place he could think of.
Another slam. This time the door cracked.
“Please, Liz.”
She looked reluctant, but climbed over the sill. Nate held tightly to the end of the sheet as he lowered her as fast as he dared.
A third slam toppled the dresser.
“Stop!” someone shouted.
Nate didn’t even look back, he just kept lowering Liz. Only a few more feet and it would be enough.
“He’s letting her down into the alley,” the voice behind him said.
“Roger.”
Nate tensed. The second voice wasn’t from someone in the room with him. It had come over a radio.
Movement at the end of the alley caught his attention. He looked over and saw two men running toward the back of the apartment building. There was no other exit. Liz was trapped. A second later someone grabbed Nate by the shoulder and pushed him to the side. Nate held tight on to the sheet, unwilling to let it go.
“She’s far enough down that the fall won’t kill her,” the man at the window said.
“You can let go now,” another voice said, this one behind Nate.
Nate’s fingers dug into the sheet.
“Let it go!”
The man at the window shoved Nate, spinning him around. There were two men standing in the middle of the room, both with guns pointed at him.
“Let. It. Go!” one of them said.
“Not a chance,” Nate told him.
He saw the muzzle flash, and felt the impact, but he never heard the gun go off.
At 6 p.m. Quinn and Orlando stopped for a quick bite at the Iron Duke in Victoria Station. All the pieces of the plan were in place. There was no question in Quinn’s mind whether they would succeed or not. They had to. The survival of his family depended on it.
At 6:14 his phone rang.
BLOCKED.
It was time.
He let it ring four times before he answered. “Hello?”
“Good evening, Mr. Quinn,” Palavin said.
“Been waiting to hear from you.”
“Is everything still on schedule?”
“Yes. Everything’s fine. You have the location for me?”
“My assistant will be calling you with that information later,” Palavin said.
Quinn tensed, not liking the deviation from what he expected. He stood up and walked to a less-populated section of the pub. “So you’re just calling to make sure everything is fine?”
“Not exactly. I’m calling to ensure you know how important it is that you stay on track.”
“Everything is on track.”
Orlando walked up, her backpack over her shoulders, Quinn’s in her hand.
“That’s good to hear. But sometimes I find that extra incentive doesn’t hurt.”
“What incentive?” Quinn said.
“I think maybe we should stop playing games with each other,” Palavin said. “You’ve known for at least a day now that I’ve had an interest in making sure you finished what I hired you for. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have tried to hide your sister from me.”
Quinn froze.
“What is it?” Orlando mouthed.
But Quinn could only shake his head, his eyes wide.
“I do appreciate that you brought her to London. It makes my job easier.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have a sister.”
“Oh, my God,” Orlando whispered.
She walked away from him, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
“I can let you talk to her if you’d like.”
Quinn looked over at Orlando. She had her phone to her ear, but shook her head. Nate wasn’t answering.
“What do you want?”