She was pretty sure Max was on her side. He would help her get free of Tudor. She still wasn’t sure of the other guy.
“You say Tudor is after you?” she said.
“Yeah. And he’s relentless. Once he puts you on his enemies list . . .” He spread his hands.
“What will he do if he catches up with you?”
“Have me killed, I expect. Or, to put it another way, I’ll simply disappear. It’s not like anyone would miss me.”
Max muttered a curse under his breath. “I would. But I expect I’d be dead with you.”
She winced. She was the reason these friends were in bad trouble, and if she could help get them out of it, she would. “What were you planning to do—to stop him?”
“I was hoping Max had some brilliant suggestions,” Rafe answered.
She looked at him. Do you?”
“I wish I did.”
“We won’t be safe until he’s dead,” she murmured.
Max laughed. “That might be right.”
An idea was starting to form in her mind, an idea that was almost too frightening to contemplate. Yet the way they had described this man named Tudor, it seemed like he wouldn’t give up easily—or ever.
Still, she wasn’t going to jump into anything without more information.
“Where were you supposed to deliver me?” she asked Rafe. “To the spaceport or what?”
He looked down at his hands. “I hadn’t decided where to hook up with Max. But for the delivery, I supposed to take a shuttle down to a landing spot near his country estate.”
“The place that’s out near the edge of the swamp?”
He nodded. “Where he can be nice and private—except for people who work there, and they’re not in a position to do anything about his activities.”
“Yes, he could have them killed, too,” she said in a small voice.
The idea circling in her mind was making her head pound, demanding that she give it voice.
Before she could stop herself, she said, “I could kill him.”