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She’s curled up in the passenger seat, feet tucked up underneath her and leaning her bloodied head against the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of streaky lights. I’m driving fast but not erratic, because erratic brings unwanted attention from the boys in blue. In less than twenty minutes, we’re at the air hangar, where my jet is waiting.
Rolling down the window, I punch the security code into the door panel, and the corrugated iron wall lifts to reveal the plane.
There’s a hiss of hydraulics and the plane door opens, revealing a set of stairs. Leon appears at the top of them in his pilot whites.
“Off to Moscow already?”
“Change of plans. We’re going back to the States.”
Leon is a big man. Have to lower your luggage allowance kind of big. But he’s a good pilot who could land a Boeing 747 on the eye of a needle if he had to. Plus, he doesn’t ask questions. He just shrugs and disappears back into the cockpit.
Pulling open the passenger door, the girl stares up at me, bewildered. “They have my passport.”
“You don’t need it.”
I help her out by the crook of her arm and walk her towards the plane. She has a slight limp, and she bites her lip every time she lands on her left foot. I clench my back molars together and keep my mouth shut.
Her injuries are none of my business.
Sheis none of my business.
From the galley of the jet, she looks down the length of it, slack-jawed. Taking in the beige leather armchairs, embossed with golden roses, and the hand-carved oak tables that separate each seating section.
“What is it that you do, again?”
“Kill people.”
“It must pay very well.”
“It does when you’re good at it.”
She turns to me and drinks me in like she’s seeing me in a new light. Her gaze makes me uncomfortable and I can’t put my finger on why.
It’s easier to interrupt the blistering silence. “Sit.” I push her into one of the chairs and she stiffens when I lean over to fasten her seatbelt. She tugs the now-bloodied bedsheet tighter around herself, and I can see the outline of her breast.
I look away.
Leon pokes his head out of the cockpit, takes in the bloodied, bruised, half-naked girl and then shakes his head in disbelief. “Boston, Boss?”
I turn to the girl. “Where are you from?”
“America.”
I set my jaw and sigh. “No shit. Where about?”
“Uh, I live in Philadelphia.”
Leon nods and clicks the door shut.
Sinking into the seat opposite her is another bad decision to add to tonight’s long list. There she is, bang in the center of my vision. The worst decision of them all, staring up at me with those whirlpool eyes. A deep rumble comes from within my chest, and I rub my finger across my lips.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
I look up. “What?”
“Sighing so dramatically. Do you regret saving me?”
Sinking further into the chair, I raise an eyebrow. “Do you realize I just killed Klaas and Georg Van der Boor, the two most powerful men on the continent?”
