Really. Heâs harmless.â
Brother Dimitrios stood over the unconscious priest. âDoesnât look so harmless to me.â
With a loud whoosh , flames began shooting up from the crashed rental car. It was maybe fifteen feet away from Torquin.
âIâd better not regret being merciful.â Scowling, Brother Dimitrios grabbed the knocked-out priest and dragged him toward the minivan. âLetâs get out of here, now,â he called out.
âWait, what about Torquin?â Aly asked.
But Dimitrios was already starting the engine and extracting Mustafa from the window. As he shoved Mustafato the passenger side, he grabbed the rifle. âGet in! Now!â
Cass eyed Torquin. âHeâll be okay, Jack. He can find his way back after he comes to. Come on, letâs go.â
We climbed into the minivan. With a screech of tires, the van swerved around Dadâs rental car and peeled down the highway. I stared at Torquinâs inert body, a receding black lump near the smoking car.
A moment later a deep boom shook the road, and the minivanâs rear wheels rose off the ground. As we thumped down, Cass, Aly, and I pressed our faces against the vanâs rear window. My throat closed up.
Torquinâs body was nowhere to be seen. A thick, fiery black cloud billowed from where heâd been lying.
Losing Torquin was like a knife to the gut.
âI canât believe this . . .â Aly murmured.
âI donât,â Cass said, his face ashen. âI donât. Heâs alive. He escaped. He . . .â
Cassâs voice trailed off. As the black cloud billowed, the acrid smoke reached us clear across the deserted plain. We must have been two miles away. Even the wildest wishful thinking wasnât going to bring him back.
âHe saved our lives so many times . . .â Aly murmured.
In Egypt after an explosion, on the island during the Massa attackâtime and time again heâd been there for us. I thought about the first time Iâd met him. Heâd caught metrying to escape the island and forced me back to Bhegadâeven that may have saved my life.
We all owed him, big-time.
And weâd never be able to repay.
I fought back tears. Aly and Cass were slumped against one side of the van, holding hands tightly. âHe didnât deserve that . . .â Cass said softly.
âI guess heâs with P. Beg now,â Aly replied, forcing a wan smile.
I nodded. âBhegadâs probably happy. Heâs got someone to scold.â
Cass looked as if heâd aged three years. âItâs my fault. I said heâd be all right. I said we should leave him there . . .â
âCass, donât even think that,â Aly said. She put an arm around him, but he was stiff as a plank.
âItâs all our fault, Cass,â I said. âWe knocked him out.â
âHe asked us to,â Cass said. âWe never should have said yes. It was the dumbest thing we ever did.â
The trip was slow, the Kalamata streets jammed with traffic. It was just after noon by the time the minivan pulled up to the private-terminal gate of the airport. I felt numb. My brain kept asking if there was something I could have done.
By now Mustafa was awake and groggy. A guard checked Dimitriosâs papers but he seemed distracted by messages coming in through his headset. âBetter hurry, sir,â the guard said. âThereâs been some trouble at the militarybase and flights are limited.â
We sped across the tarmac, past about a half dozen private aircraft. âLook,â Aly whispered, pointing to a sleek jet that was being hosed down by a chain-link fence.
Slippy.
There was no mistaking the Karai stealth jet weâd flown in so many times. I wondered how long it would take the Omphalosâwhoever that wasâto realize the jet wasnât coming back.
I looked around for Dad. I had no idea
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