Page 21 of Explosive Vengeance

“Still clear,” she whispered. “Let’s move.” She closed the trap door as quietly as she could, pushed to her feet and stuck to the shadows of the buildings as she hurried to where she’d left the rental car, Heath right behind her.

“Who’s after you?” he demanded in a low voice as he got into the passenger seat and shut the door, his expression tight.

“Not now,” Chloe answered, checking around her before starting the engine. The street was empty but the cops would have a perimeter set up nearby, so she had to pick the right route out of here.

The heat was on, and would only get hotter. She’d managed to stay ahead of Guillaume Dubois and his many tentacles thus far, but he’d earned his ruthless reputation for a reason.

She’d taken his brother from him. He wouldn’t rest until he got her.

Not that he would get the chance, because she was going to kill him first.

Chapter Seven

Heath was done with this shit. First dropping everything in the middle of his holiday to help this woman, then the knife thing and his phone, and now a tactical unit might have been sent to arrest her?

With effort he tamped down his annoyance and braced a hand on the door when Chloe took a fast right, winding her way out of the residential neighborhood. As soon as she turned the corner, he spotted the police vehicles lined up behind them down the street. The start of the secure perimeter the cops would have set up prior to the team approaching the target house.

“Who’s after you?” he repeated in a hard voice. He was used to rules and regulations, SOPs and chain of command. This chaos was making him insane.

“Someone with a lot of power and influence,” she answered, taking a quick left onto a main road.

It made him itch not to be behind the wheel in a situation like this, but she seemed to have everything in hand, and no cops were coming after them. Yet. Maybe they were in the clear for now. “Bullshit. I’ve put up with everything so far, but this isbullshit.” He was supposed to be on his hard-earned holiday right now, not on the run from the law with a crazy and infuriating woman. “Who is it?”

“Guillaume Dubois.”

Heath had never heard of him.

“He’s one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in France. And he didn’t get that way by being a good boy and playing by the rules, if you know what I mean.”

“So why’s he after you?”

“That’s gonna have to wait until we meet up with the others. Can you call them, by the way? We need to set up a new RV point.”

“Where are we going?”

“Zurich.”

What? “That’s like, two hours away.”

“More like just under three, actually. But it’s in the opposite direction that anyone tracking me is likely to look. They’ll expect me to head across into Germany, because it’s closer.”

Heath stared at her profile in the flicker of the streetlamps they passed. What the hell had she done? “Does Ty know what you did to land on this guy’s radar?”

“Not sure, but Megan might. Call them.”

Pushing out a breath, Heath pulled out his new phone, scowling as he dialed Ty. It went straight to voicemail, so he texted his friend instead. “Where in Zurich?” he asked her.

“Tell them we’ll let them know when we get there.”

He relayed the message, set the phone in his lap and checked the side mirror. Still no cops. Chloe seemed to have everything under control. There were no flashing lights, no wail of sirens coming after them.

“Look, I’m sorry I gave you a hard time before. Megan and Tyler will help clear things up soon.”

He glanced over at her. She was gorgeous, confident and capable, but also unsettling and intense. Heath didn’t know what to make of her. While he admired her abilities, it pissed him off to be kept in the dark like this. “How does Ty know about you? From Megan?”

“Looks like.”

His new phone buzzed with an incoming message. “He says they’ll meet us in Zurich in three hours.”

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