“Versailles? Did I just hear you say Versailles?” Alex’s voice cut across the call.
“Yes,” Kathleen said with a laugh. “We think it’s in the grounds there.”
“Do you need boots on the ground? I would be happy to meet you there. I have always wanted to…take a good look around Versailles.”
“They said it’s in the gardens, not the palace. Calm down,” Mitch directed.
Kathleen grinned at Enzo. She loved Alex’s enthusiasm. Alex would love any excuse to break into Versailles. “Give us a second,” she said and then hit mute. “What do you think? I think more boots on the ground couldn’t hurt at this point. It also might keep my brother at bay.”
Enzo frowned. “I don’t like it.”
“I know,” Kathleen responded. “But I think you’re going to have to live with it.” She unmuted the call before he could argue. “You know, a few people here for backup might be a good idea. Nothing crazy, but we might need the help.”
“Okay,” Logan cut in. “We’ll discuss it and come up with a plan. We’ll do the deep background on all the players and reach out in a few hours when we have a course of action and hopefully something to report.”
“Thanks, guys,” Kathleen said and ended the call. Turning to Enzo, she said, “What do you think?”
Enzo scratched the back of his neck. “I think I don’t like more people involved… But I guess we really don’t have a choice.” He squinted toward the windshield, and his expression hardened.
Kathleen’s heart rate went up. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I think there’s an accident up ahead. Traffic is stopped.”
“Oh, do you think it’s a problem?” Her stomach knotted.
Enzo glanced in the rearview mirror. Then back out the windshield. “No, it’s fine. We’re not being followed. We should be okay. There are lots of trains to Paris.”
“Good,” she said, but she couldn’t relax. The slight bit of relief she’d been feeling knowing the Callahans were working with them had dissipated quickly. This was another stark reminder of just how much trouble they were actually in.
Enzo put his hand on hers. “Don’t worry, cara, we’re fine.” He offered her a quick smile. “I’m going to make a quick callsince we’re stopped. I need to see how Danny is doing back at the house.”
She nodded, then turned to look out the window so he wouldn’t see the worry on her face. She couldn’t take it if someone got hurt because of her. That would be devastating. And they weren’t fine. They had no idea what they were walking into, and they had no way of knowing who they could trust outside of a group of people thousands of miles away.
Her stomach clenched. She’d been here before, and it had taken years to get to safety. Nausea filled her. She didn’t want to go back to being terrified all the time, but here she was.
The question was… What was she going to do about it?
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Embarquement en cours,” the electronic voice bounced off the domed glass ceiling. Enzo kept moving, dragging Kathleen along behind him. He’d taken her hand as soon as they’d gotten out of the car and hadn’t let her go. He couldn’t say why, other than the obvious, but his senses were on overload. The car accident had delayed them for hours, and now he had no idea which trains were available. He was on edge. The station was busy, considering the time of night. He wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.
Stopping in front of the kiosk, he dropped her hand and started hitting buttons.
“Where are we going?” Kathleen asked. “Is there a direct train to Versailles?” she inquired, looking over his shoulder.
Enzo scanned the screen. “Shit,” he growled. “No, we missed it. We’re going to have to go into Paris and change trains there. We’ll go to Paris Gare du Nord. It’s the biggest, busiest station. It will have trains to Versailles.”
He scrolled down on the screen. There was only one train left that would get them on their way tonight. It was an overnight train. He quickly went through the seating classes. They had oneCouchette First Class left. They sold the four berths individually, so he bought the whole thing.
“Enzo,” Kathleen said quietly.
“Yeah, just give me a second. I’m getting our tickets.” He pulled out a credit card bearing a different name and tapped it on the scanner.
“Enzo,” she said again.
He hit the buy button and put the credit card back in his wallet.
“Enzo!”
