Wanted: A Leopold Blake Thriller (12 page)

Another shot came from behind and the cop’s knees buckled. Reiniger angled his gun and squeezed the trigger, sending a round straight through the man’s skull. The bullet passed through the cop’s helmet and out the other side, lost in the darkness. The officer crumpled to the floor and Reiniger pressed his back against the column, out of sight.

As the next gunshot came and went, the assassin ducked out from behind the pillar. The gray outline of the remaining police officer was unmistakable, even in the low light. Reiniger fired two rapid shots to the man’s chest. He went down hard. Reiniger scanned the parking lot for any sign of backup before turning to the spot where Blake and the others had stood moments earlier.

They were gone.

Chapter 22
 
 

“KEEP MOVING!”

Leopold felt Mary’s hand on his back, pushing him forward. He grunted from the pain radiating from his shoulder and stumbled, his vision beginning to blur. The harsh neons that lit up the deserted corridors made him feel nauseous, so he took a moment to lean up against the wall and catch his breath.

“What’s wrong? We need to get out of here,” said Mary, tugging at his sleeve. “Whoever’s still alive down there is going to be coming for us.”

“Just give me a minute,” he said, clutching his shoulder.

“What happened?” Mary took his hand and pulled it away. “Jesus!”

Blake stared down at his hand. It was slick with blood.

“He’s been shot. We have to get him to a hospital,” said Sophie.

“That’s not going to happen,” said Mary. “If we show up with a bullet wound, they’ll call the police. We need to get somewhere safe. I can stitch him up if the injury is clean enough.” She pulled Leopold forward. “It just looks like a graze. Nothing a few stitches can’t fix. All things considered, you’re pretty lucky.”

“Great, that makes me feel much better.”

“Don’t be such a baby. Can you walk?”

He nodded.

“Good. You got any idea in that big brain of yours where we might be able to hide out while we get this mess sorted out?”

Leopold blinked hard and felt his vision start to clear. “Give me your cell phone.”

Mary passed the handset over. “This isn’t the time to be making calls.”

“Just give me a minute.” He accessed the unit’s internet browser and punched in a web address. “My company owns property in Paris, but I need to check where.” He logged into the Blake Investments secure server and loaded up the files he needed. “We’ve got a shareholding in a small tenement building along the Champs-Élysées. Looks like we’ve rented most of the apartments out to the office workers, but there look to be a few that are unoccupied.” He looked up. “You know, layoffs.”

“Can you find out which ones are empty?”

“Not from this.” He paused. “But I’ve got a contact in one of the legal departments we can use. He heads up the commercial property division.”

“And he can get this information for us now?”

“Should be fine. He’s been begging for a raise for months.” Leopold smiled and handed back the phone. “I’ve just sent him an email. We should hear back soon. In the meantime, we can head in that direction.”

Sophie leaned in, a look of concern in her eyes. “Can you make it that far in your condition?”

He caught the scent of her perfume again, intensified by her elevated body temperature. The smell jostled something in his nerves, making his skin tingle. His shoulder throbbed in protest and Leopold snapped out of his daze. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I? The police will be preoccupied with whoever the hell it was that just killed those cops, so that gives us a small window of opportunity. Is there another way out of here?”

“The alleyway behind the building is fenced off from the main road,” said Mary. “I doubt anyone’s going to be searching there for a while.”

“How do we get there?” asked Sophie.

“There’s only one way down. We’re going to have to open a window and jump.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” said Leopold. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been shot. I’m hardly in any condition to be jumping from anywhere.”

“Man up a little. Just tuck and roll when you hit the floor and try to land on your good shoulder. It’s either that or we get the prison doctor to stitch you up.”

“Have I ever told you how much I miss these conversations?”

Mary shot him a look.

“Fine, okay, so we’re jumping for it. Any idea which direction we need to go?”

“The west side of the building faces out to the alleyway,” she replied, examining her cell phone’s compass application. “Which is in this direction.” She stalked off toward one of the empty offices at the other end of the corridor. “Try to keep up.”

Leopold looked up at Sophie, who held out her hand.

“Better do as she says,
non?
”

He nodded. “Just try not to use me to break your fall. I’m feeling a little fragile.”

She smiled and helped him back onto his feet and they set off in pursuit of Mary, who had disappeared into the empty office beyond. They rounded the corner and Leopold spotted her wrestling with one of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the street outside.

“Here, give me a hand with this.”

Between the three of them, they managed to wrench the large panel open, letting in the cool night air and the rumbling sounds of the city. Leopold looked down.

“We’re a good twenty feet up,” he said, turning to Sophie. “If we land properly, there shouldn’t be any problem.”

“And how do we do that?”

“Keep your feet and knees together to avoid twisting an ankle. Bend your legs but keep them firmly stiff. As soon as your feet touch the ground, collapse into a roll on one side. That will absorb most of the impact force and stop you from shattering your ankles.”

Sophie nodded, clearly not convinced.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder and leaving a rusty smudge of blood on her jacket. “Sorry.” He pulled his hand away.

“So, are we heading for the car?”

“That’s not an option,” said Mary. “The police have the roads blocked off. Thankfully, there’s quite a crowd forming outside, so if we can get through to the other side of the alleyway, there’s a chance we can slip through unnoticed while they’re preoccupied. If we don’t get stopped, we can make our way on foot from there until we can flag down a taxi. How far is the apartment?”

“About three miles north of here,” said Leopold. “Assuming I don’t pass out on the way, we should be able to make it.”

“Is he always like this?” asked Sophie.

Mary sighed and nodded. “Comes with the territory, I’m afraid.” She turned to Leopold. “Time to get moving. After you.” She gestured toward the open window.

“I guess I had that coming.” He clutched his injured shoulder. Stepping forward, Leopold looked out of the window to the dark alley floor. Taking a deep breath, he clambered out into the night, one leg either side of the frame, and got ready for the jump. Despite the fears and uncertainties that played on his mind, he had no doubts about one thing – this was going to hurt like hell.

Chapter 23
 
 

THE ENVIRONMENTAL CONTROLS onboard The
Thanatos
were designed to simulate the passing of night and day. With most of the crew below deck and without access to natural light, the systems helped keep everyone’s circadian rhythm synchronized.

James Cullen’s quarters were housed near the center of the ship, where the movements of the waves were less disruptive. The senior operative lay on his bed, reading a book on his tablet computer. Inside the room, the temperature and lighting controls were set to night-time and the ship’s clock reminded him it was too late to still be awake. As he leaned over to turn out the lights, a gentle knock at the door made him look up.

“Come in.”

The door slid open and Rose stepped through, dressed in tight jeans and a fitted tee. She was carrying a laptop under one arm.

 “It’s a little late for social calls,” said James, sitting up.

“Sorry, boss. I had something I needed to show you.”

He patted the mattress and she took a seat next to him. Even in the low light, she looked stunning – the snug fabric of her clothes accentuating all the right places.

“What is it?” he asked, catching the scent of her perfume.

“You got anything to drink?”

He nodded toward the chest of drawers against the far wall. “There’s a bottle of Mount Gay in there and some glasses.”

Rose set the laptop on the bed and fetched the rum. She poured two measures of the amber liquor and handed one to James. They both took a sip.

“Cheers,” she said, and they clinked glasses.

“So what did you have to show me that requires a toast?”

“I wouldn’t say we needed to toast anything, I was just desperate for a drink.” She smiled. “Although I do have some more dirt on this Blake guy. Wanna see?”

James raised his glass in the affirmative.

“Here, take a look at this.” She opened the laptop and the system sprang into life. “According to the records I pulled from the European Business Register, Blake’s company has been buying up dying corporations throughout the EU, especially in the west. They strip the businesses down to the bone, selling off everything until the company is essentially just a name on a piece of paper.”

James leaned forward. “This guy just gets more and more interesting, doesn’t he?”

“After that, the trail went cold. So I asked one of the guys in the programming lab to follow the money trail and look where it led.” She pointed to something on the screen.

“What the hell is that?”

“Something Blake Industries wanted to keep off the books. Some kind of research facility, apparently set up under the guise of a non-profit.”

“They went to a lot of trouble to hide this.”

“Understatement of the year. With over a dozen parent companies and umbrella corporations, you’d need to know exactly where to look to even find a mention of these guys.”

“And Blake kept his name out of it?”

“Yeah, look at this.” She scrolled through the document. “A few years ago he resigned as director and appointed a trustee to run everything for him. He even gave up all the voting rights his shares carried. For all intents and purposes, he has absolutely zero legal liability for this place.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning if anyone starts sniffing around, he has plausible deniability.”

“I’m starting to see what the Director sees in this guy.” He finished his drink, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. “What did you tell your friend?”

“Huh?”

“The programming guy.”

“I just said I was following a lead for something.”

“You trust him?”

Rose drained her own glass. “Yeah, of course. Don’t worry,” she put down her drink and moved toward him. “I’ve got us covered.”

James felt his heart thump against his chest as Rose came closer. The scent of her perfume intensified. “You’d better,” he said, smiling.

“You giving me my orders now, boss?” She rested one hand on his thigh.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Just as well, you’d have your work cut out.”

“You sure about that?”

She repositioned herself on the bed, resting on her hands and knees. James felt her hand move up his leg.

“How about we find out?” she said.

“You’ve had too much to drink.”

“Stop trying to be chivalrous and come here.” She grabbed hold of his t-shirt and pulled him forward.

Obliging, James leaned into her, one hand against the small of her back. As his lips met hers, he felt her spine arch and the hairs on his arms stood on end. She tasted like rum: dark and sweet, intoxicating. Her breathing was heavy, forcing her chest up and down in rhythm with her heartbeat. He pulled off his t-shirt and forced her in closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his skin.

Rose broke away for a brief moment and turned off the light. “I’ve been wanting to do that for six months.”

“Me too, I think –”