Chapter 17 - Paris Pursuit|
Ethan dropped several high-denomination Euro notes on the table without waiting for the bill. They stood up smoothly and walked toward the private elevator.
Naomi caught the man’s reflection in the glass doors. As soon as they moved, he stood up, slipping his hand further into his coat.
The elevator doors slid shut just in time.
"Who is he?" Ethan panted as the elevator descended quickly toward the lobby. "Is he associated with Sterling?"
"No," Naomi said, checking her compact mirror to monitor the floor indicators. "Sterling’s network was local. This man moves like Eastern European private intelligence."
The elevator chimed at the lobby floor. They stepped out into the bustling hotel reception.
"Go to the black sedan parked out front," Naomi instructed, handing Ethan the keys. "Tell Henri to drive to the embassy."
"I'm not leaving you behind!" Ethan said firmly.
"You aren't," Naomi promised, pulling a small tactical knife from her evening bag. "I’m right behind you. Now go!"
Ethan ran for the front doors while Naomi turned toward the side corridor leading to the hotel’s kitchen service exit.
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Footsteps rushed down the marble stairs behind her. The man in the grey suit burst into the corridor, pulling a silenced automatic weapon from his shoulder holster.
Naomi melted into the shadows behind a linen cart.
