“Lemme call our usual Pharmacia,” Remi muttered when he stopped spluttering. “You might not need one.”
She really hoped that was true. The last thing she wanted to do was go to a strange doctor and explain all her personal stuff. Hell, she didn’t even like going to her regular doctor at the best of times. “If I don’t, that would be awesome.”
Remi nodded and picked up the phone. After a short conversation in Italian he asked, “What brand?”
She gave him the name and listened to the one-sided conversation, only picking up a word or two here and there, one of which she thought was passport.
“They have it.” Remi hung up the phone. “You can go down and pick it up once you have your passport with you.”
“Umm, no, no, I can’t,” she reminded him, “I don’t have my passport, as it’s back at the hotel in Pisa. What’s his name? Marco forgot to bring it when he brought my stuff from there. He didn’t have time to pick it up before they all left for there.” She waved toward the screen. While it would be awesome to be able to wander around town on her own, she wasn’t sure Remi was seriously going to allow her to just drive or walk out of here all by herself.
“I’ll go pick your stuff up when I’m done here,” Remi decided. “We probably need some other shit too.” He glanced at his watch and frowned. “Maybe not. They close at twelve on a Sunday. I have to stay here.”
She was just about to say they could wait until tomorrow when Remi reached over his desk and plucked a set of keys out of a box. “Here, take my truck and go grab them. At the end of the street, go right, then straight through the next roundabout,” he explained. “You’ll see a Eurospar on the left. The Pharmacia is in the same complex.”
She gaped at him for a second. Was this how they did thejobs they did? Keep everyone on their toes so the people they chased didn’t know which way was up? If so, it was a good way to do it, because she didn’t have a clue what was happening most of the time and it felt like she was stumbling around in the dark half the time. “Uh—thanks.” She grabbed the keys, picked up her purse, and turned to the door.
“If you get stopped by the cops,” Remi said, “give them this.” He handed her a badge. “It verifies you have all the correct documentation. I have a copy of your passport.” He hit print on something. “Grab it off the printer and you’re good to go.”
“How do you…” She trailed off. Of course, he’d checked who she was. She was an idiot not to have realized it sooner. She grabbed the photocopy and stuffed it in her purse. “Do you need anything while I’m at the pharmacy?”
“There’s a list on the fridge. If you can grab what’s on it, that would be awesome.”
“List on the fridge, got it.”
Five minutes… it had taken all of five minutes to grab Remi’s shopping list and figure out which truck she was to take. Thank you blinky lights when the alarm is hit. But this adjusting the seat crap was just ridiculous. “Move, dang it.” She pushed the lever and scooted forward to get her feet on the floor of the truck. “Was this made for freaking sasquatch? Jeez. Tall men should provide booster seats when short women need to drive their freaking cars. A step ladder to get in would have been helpful too.” Muttering and bitching, she finally got the seat adjusted to where she could safely reach the pedals and started the truck.
She drove toward the front gate and paused in front of it as it started to open. “Is this some kind of magic juju?” She kept her foot on the brake and half stood to look out the side window. Yup, there it was, a sensor stuck into the grass almost at the nose of the truck. Once she was on the otherside of the gate, she waited for it to close behind her before carefully navigating the narrow streets, wincing a couple of times because not only was she driving a strange vehicle, but she couldn’t see the end of its nose. “This isn’t dangerous at all.”
There were exactly six close calls where the wing mirrors had narrowly missed some crazy driving like a damn loon, and Jorja blew out a breath of relief as she drove the truck into the first drive-in spot she found in the parking lot of the shopping complex, and into the spot in front of it. There wasn’t enough chocolate in the country to make her want to reverse this monster out of a parking spot. “I can walk across the whole lot. It won’t kill me.” If she’d known it was this freaking close to the house, she would have walked and avoided the trauma of wondering if the damn wing mirrors would make it past the church without scraping off the paint from either one. Hopefully the pharmacy and grocery shopping would be less of an ordeal.
CHAPTER THIRTY
The second Remisaid he might have fucked up, Gunnar just knew. His stomach roiled as a swarm of angry wasps took flight inside it. “Explain, now, Remi. How did you fuck up?”
“Jorja…”
I fucking knew it.
“Jorja took my truck to go to the store and didn’t come back,” Remi said. “I only realized when Dory came out of the interrogation room. I’m on my way down there now.”
His first instinct was, she’d run. His second, a mental boot in the ass that they had a deal, and she had the balls to face him as no one else ever would.
She wouldn’t run.
He stalked into the dining room, poured himself a shot of Jack, tossed it back, and took the bottle out to the pool. “How long?”
“Hours,” Remi replied, then swore softly at what Gunnar assumed was traffic. “You were still in the room when she left.”
“Shit.” He placed the glass on the edge of the pool and took a deep swig from the bottle instead and turned towardthe house to find his guys all waiting behind him. “Jorja’s missing,” he told them flatly. “Colt, organize the jet. We fly as soon as the dots are dotted with relevant authorities.”
“Yes, Sir.” Colt turned, then paused and looked over his shoulder. “She didn’t run. Something’s wrong.”
Gunnar swallowed hard and nodded. “I know.”
“Shit,” Remi muttered softly. “The truck is here. It looks like it hasn’t been touched.”
“I’ll be wheels up ASAP,” Gunnar told him. “Find what you can and call the Carabinieri and the embassy in case we need them involved.” There was no way this wasn’t somehow connected to the people who put his name on that list. “Dory, squeeze every scrap of intel out of that fucker down below. I want everything by the time I hit Italy.”
