Nowhere Safe

CHAPTER 35



Chatton latched the case on her binoculars and put them into her backpack. She wiped a stream of perspiration from her face. Bloody hot days in this country. But she’d be returning to London soon, leaving Miami’s humidity behind.

She called the local number from Wayan’s file and waited through several clicks until a man answered, “Time is of the essence.”

She replied in code, “Tomorrow shows great promise as does the fourth.”

The connection ended.

She’d fulfilled her obligation to Czarion by insuring delivery of the three boxes and informing their man that he could pick them up Sunday at four in the morning.

The General had better come through on his end.

He wouldn’t be in touch until he had confirmation she was on another continent. By then, whatever was inside those three boxes she’d planted in the High Vision container would be successfully delivered and tested.

The test involved killing. She was sure of it.

How many deaths? And why?

The General knew she’d try to find out what was inside those boxes by following the person who picked them up.

Whoever was claiming the three boxes would be a skilled operative–the male voice on the phone–who would neither come through the front gate of the shipyard nor allow anyone to trail him.

That’s why Wayan and The General would expect to see her in Europe on the telly during a time frame that prevented her from being in the US when the three boxes were picked up.

Two hours on either side of 0400 in Miami Sunday morning.

Chatton did love a decent challenge.