thrusting the pistol forward.
â Hoo -yah!â he growled, emptying the pistol rapidly into the windshield of the oncoming car. The bodies danced around in their seats. One man bailed out the back door, and Gil shot him through the neck as he rolled to a stop. The sedan plowed into a snowbank and stalled.
The only one still alive was in the guy in the passenger seatâthe same guy who had intended to remove Gilâs private parts. He was bleeding from two holes in his chest and one through his cheek. Most of his teeth were shot out, and it was obvious that he was paralyzed, probably due to a bullet nicking his spinal cord.
Gil opened the door, reaching inside to snatch the Russianâs pistol from his lap. âWatch close now.â He shot the Russian in the face and jerked his body from the car, dragging it to the guardrail and throwing it over the cliff. He did the same with the other three bodies.Then Gil got into the car and took off after Lena, who, to his surprise, had pulled to the side of the road to wait less than a mile beyond the curve.
He pulled up beside her, his adrenaline still pumping but glad sheâd waited. âThought I told you to keep driving.â
She grinned, her blue eyes shining. âIf this is going to work, youâll have to get used to me not doing what Iâm told.â
âRoger that. Can you hide me in Switzerland?â
âAbsolutely.â
He put the car in motion toward the cliff and stepped out, watching it drop over the edge and go careening downhill into the tall mountain pines. The sky was dark, threatening snow, and he knew that no one would likely spot the vehicle before spring.
The second he got back into Lenaâs car, she leaned across the seat and planted her mouth on his, pulling at his belt.
âLena, we gotta go.â
âWhy?â she said, aggressively yanking at the buckle. âDidnât you get rid of the evidence?â
âWhat about Sabastian?â
âHalfway to Stuttgart by now.â She was openly wanton, biting at his lips. âIâm not kidding, Gil. Take your pants down!â
16
MEXICO CITY, MEXICO
12:03 HOURS
Paolina practically threw Vaughtâs breakfast at him as she brought it from the stove, shoving the plate across the table to smack against his glass of orange juice. Crosswhite had left before sunrise without telling Vaught where he was going, and Paolina hadnât said more than two words since heâd gotten out of bed. He didnât bother to thank her for cooking, knowing sheâd only spit his words back at him. He was afraid of her and didnât want to antagonize her, particularly when Crosswhite wasnât there to protect him. Her resentment was palpable now, and he felt it was probably best to leave as small a footprint in her world as possible.
If Crosswhite didnât return before he finished eating, he would wash his own dishes, and then go back to the guest room and shut the door. There was a television back there to pass the time. He was curious where Crosswhite had gone, believing it must have something to do with the operation, but he knew that Paolina was too loyalto tell him anything Crosswhite didnât want him to know. Oddly enough, this didnât really worry him. Crosswhite was so straightforward about everything that Vaught couldnât help trusting him. What you saw was what you got with Crosswhite.
He drew a breath and stood up from the chair, making his way to the sink.
âLeave them,â she said without turning around.
âThank you for breakfast.â The words slipped out before he could pull them back, and, of course, she didnât answer.
He went back to his room and closed the door, switching on the television. The news came on shortly, and within fifteen minutes, Chance Vaught learned that heâd been reported dead to the entire world. He knew it was coming, but the report still hit him hard, and he panicked for a
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