“Winged Bronsky, but Parker got away clean.”
“Parker?” Dino said.
“Andre Parker. Bronsky must have hired him.”
“Are you responsible for the one on the floor?” Ed asked.
“Guilty,” Felicity said. “Is he…?”
Ed checked for a pulse. “Dead and lying in a puddle of blood.”
“Oh, Stone, sorry about that. MI6 will be happy to cover the cleaning charges.”
“It’s not the first pool of blood this house has seen. Are you all okay?”
“No injuries here. I would appreciate it if you could stop Mr. Bronsky before he gets away, though.”
“Why hasn’t Carly shot him from the attic?”
“She’s looking out the wrong side. I’ll have her move back.”
“We’ll do what we can do down here,” Ed said. “Tell her not to shoot us.”
“Will do.”
Stone, Dino, and Ed ran to the front door.
Just outside they found the CIA agent Ed had saved earlier, climbing to his feet.
“What happened?” Ed asked.
“One of them rammed into me. Sorry, I heard the gunshots and thought you might need help.”
“Did you see where they went?”
“Toward the garage, I think.”
Parker stepped through the garagedoor and was presented with two choices: stairs to the second floor or an unmarked door.
Up was a dead end, so he chose the door, hoping he might find a car to escape in.
His assumption that the entrance led to the actual garage was correct. There were two vehicles in front of him. The problem was that they both looked to be from at least the middle of the last century.
One was a Woodie station wagon, and the other a classic MG two-seater sports car. They seemed to be in good condition, though, so hopefully they worked.
The garage doors were barn-style and swung open to either side as opposed to up. Of the two vehicles, he thought the Woodie had the best shot at busting them open.
He rushed to it, figuring he’d have to hot-wire it, but was pleasantly surprised to find the key on the driver’s seat.
Finally, a bit of luck.
As he was about to climb in, the door he’d used to enter the garage opened again. He spun around, ready to shoot whoever it was. He was a second away from pulling the trigger when herealized it was his client. The man was grimacing and clutching his shoulder.
Parker fought the urge to jump into the car and leave him behind. Through gritted teeth, he said, “If you want out of here, get in.”
The client stumbled around to the passenger side and climbed in, while Parker got behind the wheel and turned the key.
In another sign his lucky was turning, the Woodie started right up.
