got a flash of déjà vu.
He’d done this at the hotel in Tirana, too. He wasn’t going to let her go.
“Calan…”
All he did was shake his head.
There was no point in arguing with him, so she didn’t. Not now. But when the right moment came, she was out of here.
Chapter 6
S adie watched the streets of Budva pass by her passenger window. The sound of tires and air friction mixed with Calan’s voice as he told Odie about the two men who’d broken into their villa this morning. Odie was asking a lot of questions.
“One had a business card with the name Gjergj Zhafa and an address in Tirana.” Another pause ensued as the mysterious Odie grilled him again.
“A shop owner told him we stopped in his store,” he said. “Whoever we’re dealing with has a lot of friends. Will you get me what you can on Zhafa?” He paused. “Thanks, I appreciate that. I’ll call you with status as soon as I have some thing.”
He ended the call.
“Why do you keep calling her?” Was she his boss or something? “What is she, some kind of spy? Is that what you are?”
“She does intel.”
Of course. Intel. And his answer was as brief as ever. “Must be some organization you work for.”
“It has its freedoms.”
Wouldn’t he be free to go after terrorists on his own? Why did he need this organization? Protection? Secrecy? She decided to try and get him to talk more. “I thought it didn’t exist.”
“It doesn’t.”
He pulled to a stop near the boutique where they’d stopped yesterday. “Wait here.”
Sadie glanced around the street. This could be a good opportunity to make her escape. There were ferries that left from Bar, which was down the coast from Budva, but she’d have to find her way there.
She looked over at the keys still in the ignition and then at him. He didn’t have anything with him. If she drove off after he went inside, he’d be left here with nothing but a lot of dangerous men after him. He did have a gun…
Just when she began wondering where his passport was, he said, “On second thought, why don’t you come with me.”
She saw the way he was looking at her. She’d given away her thoughts. He’d seen her eyeing the keys. Getting out of the car, he walked around to the other side and opened her door.
“Come on.”
“But…”
“Sadie, just come with me.”
Reluctantly, she climbed out of the car. He slammed the door and she caught his reprimanding look. Ignoring that, she walked with him toward the narrow stone passageway that led to the boutique. The first time she’d walked this way, she’d enjoyed the sights. But even surrounded by pristine white stone architecture and Mediterranean red roofs, everything seemed darkly gothic to her now, like the set of a horror film.
“Stay close to me,” he said.
As if he’d let her go anywhere else…
At the door of the boutique, Sadie saw there were lights on inside. Calan tested the handle and found it unlocked. From inside, exotic music sounded eerie in the otherwise-empty shop. He glanced at her and she saw his concern. It was still pretty early and the boutique shouldn’t be open for a few more hours.
With another scan of the street, Calan entered and pulled out his gun. She stayed on his heels as he walked through the shop, jam packed with clothes and accessories. He checked the aisles and behind the checkout counter.
Sadie saw a door leading to the back at the same time he did. There was a light on back there, too, and the door was cracked open. She put her hand on his back as he approached the door, heart hammering.
Calan stopped and looked back at her as if the touch had distracted him. She dropped her hand.
He moved for the door again. There, he pushed it open a little bit farther and stilled. She saw what had made him stop so abruptly. He faced her and put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back. But it was too late to keep her from seeing a man slumped in a chair with his arms tied behind the back. He was
He’d done this at the hotel in Tirana, too. He wasn’t going to let her go.
“Calan…”
All he did was shake his head.
There was no point in arguing with him, so she didn’t. Not now. But when the right moment came, she was out of here.
Chapter 6
S adie watched the streets of Budva pass by her passenger window. The sound of tires and air friction mixed with Calan’s voice as he told Odie about the two men who’d broken into their villa this morning. Odie was asking a lot of questions.
“One had a business card with the name Gjergj Zhafa and an address in Tirana.” Another pause ensued as the mysterious Odie grilled him again.
“A shop owner told him we stopped in his store,” he said. “Whoever we’re dealing with has a lot of friends. Will you get me what you can on Zhafa?” He paused. “Thanks, I appreciate that. I’ll call you with status as soon as I have some thing.”
He ended the call.
“Why do you keep calling her?” Was she his boss or something? “What is she, some kind of spy? Is that what you are?”
“She does intel.”
Of course. Intel. And his answer was as brief as ever. “Must be some organization you work for.”
“It has its freedoms.”
Wouldn’t he be free to go after terrorists on his own? Why did he need this organization? Protection? Secrecy? She decided to try and get him to talk more. “I thought it didn’t exist.”
“It doesn’t.”
He pulled to a stop near the boutique where they’d stopped yesterday. “Wait here.”
Sadie glanced around the street. This could be a good opportunity to make her escape. There were ferries that left from Bar, which was down the coast from Budva, but she’d have to find her way there.
She looked over at the keys still in the ignition and then at him. He didn’t have anything with him. If she drove off after he went inside, he’d be left here with nothing but a lot of dangerous men after him. He did have a gun…
Just when she began wondering where his passport was, he said, “On second thought, why don’t you come with me.”
She saw the way he was looking at her. She’d given away her thoughts. He’d seen her eyeing the keys. Getting out of the car, he walked around to the other side and opened her door.
“Come on.”
“But…”
“Sadie, just come with me.”
Reluctantly, she climbed out of the car. He slammed the door and she caught his reprimanding look. Ignoring that, she walked with him toward the narrow stone passageway that led to the boutique. The first time she’d walked this way, she’d enjoyed the sights. But even surrounded by pristine white stone architecture and Mediterranean red roofs, everything seemed darkly gothic to her now, like the set of a horror film.
“Stay close to me,” he said.
As if he’d let her go anywhere else…
At the door of the boutique, Sadie saw there were lights on inside. Calan tested the handle and found it unlocked. From inside, exotic music sounded eerie in the otherwise-empty shop. He glanced at her and she saw his concern. It was still pretty early and the boutique shouldn’t be open for a few more hours.
With another scan of the street, Calan entered and pulled out his gun. She stayed on his heels as he walked through the shop, jam packed with clothes and accessories. He checked the aisles and behind the checkout counter.
Sadie saw a door leading to the back at the same time he did. There was a light on back there, too, and the door was cracked open. She put her hand on his back as he approached the door, heart hammering.
Calan stopped and looked back at her as if the touch had distracted him. She dropped her hand.
He moved for the door again. There, he pushed it open a little bit farther and stilled. She saw what had made him stop so abruptly. He faced her and put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back. But it was too late to keep her from seeing a man slumped in a chair with his arms tied behind the back. He was
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