Stone Barrington.
Though the Russian hadn’t heard that name in years, it was one he would never forget.
Back when Bronsky had been Russian intelligence’s London station chief, Barrington had helped thwart the plan to assassinate Felicity and other high-ranking British officials—the very same failed mission that precipitated Bronsky’s fall from grace.
Bronsky had made it a point to find out all he could about Barrington. Unfortunately, back then, revenge hadn’t been possible as the Russian was doing everything he could to keep from being thrown in prison.
It had been a long time since he’d read Barrington’s file, but he recalled that, at the time, the lawyer had owned multiple houses. If he was remembering correctly, one was located in the Florida Keys.
It would be easy enough to verify if that was still the case.And if so, it would be the perfect place for Felicity to lay low. At least, until now.
All Bronsky needed to do was send in a team to confirm her presence and finish the job the car bomb had failed to do.
After that was done, maybe he’d deliver a similar message to Barrington. Just to close that loop.
Bronsky smiled. Maybe it was a good thing she was still around.
“If you ask me, hehightailed it out of here a moment after we came inside,” Dino said.
“Either that or he’s locked himself in a room upstairs and isn’t planning on coming out until after everyone’s gone,” Stone said.
He and Dino had found some privacy in Felicity’s library, after spending the last thirty minutes mingling with the other mourners and looking for Pryce. But the man had been nowhere to be found.
“Who’s locked themselves upstairs?” Lance asked from the doorway.
“You need to stop doing that,” Stone said.
“Doing what?”
“Popping in, out of the blue.”
“Then you should have closed the door,” Lance said.
He stepped inside and did so himself.
“Maybe he should wear a bell around his neck,” Dino suggested.
“Now there’s a thought,” Stone agreed.
“Are you going to answer my question?” Lance asked.
“You asked a question?” Stone said. “Oh, right. We were just speculating on Gordon Pryce’s whereabouts.”
“He left.”
“You know this for a fact?”
“He was in one of the carts heading to the church when I was being shuttled here.”
“How did he look?”
“In a hurry.”
Stone smirked and said to Dino, “See, hedidbuy my act.”
“Still doesn’t mean you’re winning an Oscar,” Dino countered.
“Felicity, are you still there?” Stone asked.
