Page 93 of Spy With Me
“Where do you want to take her?” Zach asked. “We can’t talkout in the open. Do you think she’ll agree to come back to the house?”
Where she could meet Devi. Where he would find out how deepin she was and how hard his father would come after them all.
“She’ll come back with us and we’ll figure it out fromthere,” Cooper said with a surety Zach didn’t possess. “I wish we were the onesrolling in via train. I would feel better if we were meeting them at TheGarden. It’s got great security.”
And was packed with MI6 agents who would be derelict intheir duty if they didn’t bring in the wanted criminals. It was precisely whyIan set it up this way.
At some point his mother would be forced to trade herexpertise for safety because there was nowhere safe to keep her off thegovernment’s radar. Huisman or the Agency. They would want the same thing fromher. He hoped they would have different means of achieving their goals.
“We have facial ID on one of the men,” Tasha said in acompletely calm tone. “He’s Interpol, and we’ve got a couple of metro policevehicles pulling up now.”
Shit. He didn’t like the fact that they weren’t coming invests. They were sneaking in. Like they wanted to do this quietly. Because thatwas how they would bring in a rogue operative. He would bet there was someonewith MI6 with them.
“It could be something else,” Lou offered. “I’m not hearingradio chatter about Zach.”
“Stay calm. The train is almost here,” Ian said, his toneperfectly even. “Let’s see where they go. It looks like a couple are headingdown. TJ, blend in.”
“Will do,” TJ answered.
There was a little static in his ear. He started to reachfor the comm.
“There are tunnels, you know.” The new voice in his ear madeZach still.
A voice that haunted his fucking nightmares. He lookedaround as if he could see Huisman watching them. How the hell had he known?
“Is that?” Cooper began and his hand went to his jacketpocket.
“It’s Dr. Huisman, Mr. McKay. How is your beautiful wife?”Huisman’s voice sounded silky smooth over the comms. “Congratulations on yournuptials. I was so sorry I did not get an invitation.”
His brother stepped back and had his cell out.
“Not talking to me?” Huisman chuckled over the line. Hespoke English with a French accent, having spent his formative years in Quebec.“Well, that’s all right. I’ll see how she is myself when my men bring her tome.”
Zach touched his earpiece. “Tasha? Lou?”
“Oh, I’m afraid they find themselves without connectionsright now. My group has some inventive men in it. Geniuses. They can ensurethat certain devices in a small space cease functioning,” Huisman purred overthe comms. “I find it infinitely helpful. A complete communications blackoutwould disturb people and have them asking questions. Thank you for placing yourtechs where I could use the device on them but leave your comms working. Thiswouldn’t be as much fun if I couldn’t talk to you.”
Don’t panic. His first instinct was to pull his gun andstart looking around for Huisman, but what if that was exactly what Huismanwanted? What if Huisman didn’t know where he was, and a man suddenly lookingaround would be an X marking his spot.
“Zachary?”
He turned and his mother was there.
Older. Far more worn than the last time he could rememberseeing her. Shannon Reed’s dark hair had grayed, and she had it in a long braidthat curled around her neck halfway down her chest. She wore dark pants and aflowy blouse, and seemed to have all her things in a worn leather backpack sheslung over one slim shoulder. He registered the woman standing next to her, butshe was like a blur since he could only concentrate on two things at a time—hismom and the beast that stalked them all.
“Mrs. Flanders, you need to go,” Cooper said, his voicetight. “We’re compromised, and he has eyes on us.”
A gasp came out of his mother’s mouth as she took in Cooper.“You’re him. My sister told me she found you. You look like my father.”
Cooper gave her a nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Reed. I would love to talk further, but we need to move. Quickly and quietly.Don’t attract any attention.”
“Where will you go?” Huisman asked. “The way I look at it,you have two choices. You can try to run, but your mother won’t be able to keepup. Or you can stand there and wait for Interpol to arrest you in front of herand hope your biological brother will get her out in time. Which will youchoose?”
He noticed Henry was jogging down the platform, but therewas a group behind him.
Nell’s face lit up at the sight of her husband, and hismother didn’t seem able to see anyone but Cooper.
“Zach, we need for you to go. Now,” Henry commanded. “Getdown to the lower level and take the first train to pull in. Better yet, findone of the tunnels and get out that way. Cooper, you’re going to need todistract them. You look enough like Zach they might think you’re him if you actup a bit.”
