“Don’t judge us,” I hissed. “You’re the worst of the worst. Pretending to be a good-guy agent, pretending you care about the greater good—but look at you! Anyone’s for a quick buck! It’s all about the money.”
Drake shrugged. “I like nice things, Haze. There’s no shame in that. I am good at what I do. I deserve to get paid well for it.”
I looked around the shop. “Bibi told you the keyring was here?”
“She had no idea what I was talking about, but said, ‘Mama gives all my precious things to charity shop.’ ”
“That’s not true!” Jesus, why was I defending my parenting to this maniac?
“I checked the surveillance logs and saw this place was on the list of where you’d visited. But it’s proving a little tricky to find.”
The logs. He was admitting he’d had people watching us.
“Bibi didn’t know where it was because she doesn’t think of it as a keyring.” I turned to her. “Bibi, where’s Pinga’s pendant?”
She spoke without tearing her eyes away from the screen. “He didn’t like it anymore, so I gave it to Dodo Dolly.”
I looked at Drake. I knew exactly where Dodo Dolly was.
The Chameleon had come after us for the keyring. He’d taken Bibi for the keyring. If I gave it to him, then what? The Corporation wanted us dead. And here was their pet assassin, holding us at gunpoint.
Every step of the way, this man had outmaneuvered us. Everything he’d done had brought us to this moment. He’d made it very clear that he was the professional, we were the amateurs.
How was I going to get us out of this alive?
Chapter Sixty-Four
Fox
Hearing Drake’s voice through thephone threw me. Any hope of getting Bibi back and getting out of this unscathed was diminishing fast. We’d done well to escape Interpol’s attention for this long, and now this was it.
I listened as they entered the charity shop.
I had to remind myself to breathe. And then I heard it. Bibi’s voice! She was okay. My baby girl was okay.
Everything else, we could face.
And then it turned.
“He’s already here.”
The line went dead.
My heart was going crazy. I accelerated. I needed to get there. I was fourteen minutes away. Fourteen minutes too many.
Drake was The Chameleon.
My wife.
My daughter.
Being held by a madman.
Chapter Sixty-Five
Haze
I stared at Drake. Ihad no way of getting the better of him. I was outmatched. I had no weapon, and my precious daughter was in his potential firing line.
