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‘I have a location outside of Florence that’s safe. I have a car at the airport, meet me there,’ said Nable.
This fucking cop.
‘We’re not going anywhere with you,’ Alex growled.
‘Don’t be a fool. They don’t know about me. I can get you to safety.’
‘Bullshit.’ Alex didn’t believe either of Nable’s claims.
Sarah took another deep breath and moved out of his embrace. She stood, wiping her face with her jacket sleeve. ‘I think we should go with Tom.’ Her face was set.
Not this again.There was no time, he had to get Sarah out of there right now. He rubbed a hand over his face, through his hair.
‘Fine.’ He retrieved his gun and glared at Nable. ‘You go get your car. We’ll meet you there in two hours.’
‘Good.’ Nable started collecting his stuff and throwing it into a duffel bag. ‘Two hours, I’ll see you then.’
They walked in hasty silence,both lost in their own heads. The urge to run almost too much to bear as the four blocks to the apartment seemed to edge just a little further away than before. Sarah’s mind was racing so fast, she couldn’t catch a thought long enough to process. But it felt like she was drowning in quicksand. Alex had been so against the idea of working with Tom, he’d gone to the hotel to kill him. Because of her, John and Alison and their child were dead. Her inside felt as though they were being slashed into pieces. The Devils had found them again, and this time they’d brought reinforcements.
At least they had a way out now. They’d meet Tom and he’d set everything up with the taskforce and the DPP. They just had to get out of France alive.
Alex spoke, as if reading her thoughts. ‘We’re not going to Italy.’
‘What? But Tom said the safe house is in Florence—’
‘We’re not going to Italy.’ His tone indicated it wasn’t up for discussion.
Confusion clouded Sarah’s head, rendering her thoughts and speech incompatible. ‘But you said…Tom is…’
‘I told you, I’m no dog. I’m not working with a cop.’ His face was like stone.
Sarah searched for something, anything from which to mount an argument to convince Alex he was wrong. ‘Tom thinks we’re meeting him—’
‘Tom’s probably working with The Devils for all we know. Something’s not right with that guy.’
Her heart thudded painfully against her chest. Was she wrong about this, like she’d been wrong about talking to John Isobel?
‘How can you say that? What about his story doesn’t sound plausible?’
Alex stopped abruptly in the street, turning to look her in the eye. ‘He’s here alone. What kind of taskforce sends a cop on his own to broker a deal with a wanted murderer?’
She swallowed hard. Maybe it wasn’t standard procedure but she couldn’t entertain the idea this wasn’t their way out. She couldn’t stomach the idea she might be wrong, again. ‘But the taskforce, it’s real. I read about it in the paper when I was still in Sydney.’
‘The taskforce is real. Nable is on the nose. Trust me.’
‘I did,’ Sarah bit back, barely believing he was shutting her out again. ‘I did trust you when you said we’d meet Tom in Florence. I believed you.’
‘I needed to get out of that hotel. We have to move.’
‘So, you lied to me.’
‘We don’t have time for this.’ Alex started back in the direction of their apartment. The conversation was terminated.
She wanted to shout at him. Make him stop. Make him see sense. But the biker had returned and the sense of betrayal that churned inside her threatened to turn her rationale into a hysterical tirade. Her anger made her oblivious to her surroundings, almost colliding with Alex’s raised arm. They stood at the corner of their laneway, Alex peering intently up at the apartment.
Her body tensed. ‘What is it?’
‘We’re too late.’
