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Malin
"It's confirmed.Rescue the women and destroy his leverage. Get in and get out. It's time to pull the triggers," Gustave says.
"Roger." I hang up, and within two minutes, my phone rings. A message pops up from Interpol to report to duty.
I go through the same motions I've done over a hundred times. After I put my Interpol gear on, I grab my backpack, leave my house in France, and get to the private airport. When I step on the plane, Hunter is already on it.
"You've been in France?" I ask.
"Nope. Greece. I've been sitting on this runway waiting for your sorry ass for the last hour."
"Really? I just got the call."
"Yep."
"Sorry. So, how was Greece?"
"All right."
"Did you surf?"
"No. I was dying to, but the waves weren't big enough."
"You still haven't been back to Australia?"
His face hardens. "No."
"Are you going to avoid it forever?"
He stares out the window and quietly says, "Just not ready to go back yet."
Guess I can understand that. If my ex-girlfriend set me up to take half my house when she never put a penny into it, I might be a little reluctant to go back as well.
"It's done and over now?" I ask.
"Yep. She got her fat check."
"That's one crazy law Australia has."
"Yep."
"She finally moved out?"
He snorts. "According to my caretaker."
"That's a plus."
He runs his hand through his hair. "What did you do while you were here? And is Andre meeting us?"
"Relaxed at home. Andre didn't come here. He had to check on his house in Bulgaria."
"Not sure how he deals with three houses in three different countries. I can barely manage one," Hunter mutters.
"You and me both."
The door to the plane shuts.
