Close at their heels, the blue car moved too, trying to beat the light-
— when Jonathan’s rental car roared into the intersection from the far lane and flew directly in front of the blue car. The hood of the blue car whammed into the side of the rental with an explosion of wrenching metal and shattering glass.
Andrew’s Rover screeched to a halt on the far side of the intersection. The door flew open, and he jumped out as the rear hatch popped up, apparently on its own. “Get in!” he shouted, and together he and Simon almost tossed Samantha into the Rover. As Simon climbed in after her, Jonathan staggered up to them, wiping a line of blood away from one eye. The steaming wreck of his rental car, welded to the twisted mass of the blue vehicle, completely blocked the intersection behind him. There was no movement from the blue car at all.
“Mind if I tag along?” he said breathlessly.
He rolled into the back as Andrew jumped into the driver’s seat and floored it. They were half a block farther down Lyme and out of Oxford before the door was closed, and another two blocks farther away when the first sirens sounded.
* * *
They hadn’t gotten more than a mile from the accident scene when Samantha said, “Guys, what the hell is going on?”
They looked briefly at each other, and Simon realized for the first time that the rest of them had already had the chance to talk this through, at least a little. Samantha had simply awakened from a troubled sleep and been swept away.
“Is someone finally going to explain everything to me?” she said. “Please?”
“Well, Sam, things are moving a bit faster than we had expected,” Jonathan said.
“Oh, really? Too much information, Jonathan,” replied Samantha sarcastically. “Please slow down.”
“Ah,” Andrew interrupted from behind the wheel. “Exactly where are we going, then? That is, I know its North Oxford, but I don’t think you mentioned the exact address of the secret entrance to the safe house…” He was keeping one eye on the rear-view mirror, waiting to see another blue car-or any vehicle at all-appear at any moment.
“Simon!” Samantha said, angrier than ever. “Please!”
Simon looked over to her, frustrated himself. He said in a calm voice, “Sammy, I’ll explain later. Please just give it a rest.”
She gaped at him, amazed at his response.
Simon turned to Andrew and said, “I don’t know the address, but I can lead you there.”
The Rover roared through another intersection, moving north as quickly as they dared.
OXFORD, ENGLAND
Abandoned Underground Station
Simon remembered his ride with Hayden in vivid detail, so it wasn’t difficult to guide Andrew directly to the abandoned entrance without a single wrong turn.
He explained the next steps he’d worked out for Andrew in a low, calm voice that only Andrew could hear. And when they were finished, as they moved slowly, almost carefully, onto the last block before the underground entrance, Simon pulled the secure phone from his pocket and dialed Hayden. The phone buzzed, and Hayden’s gruff, accented voice came on almost immediately.
“What?” he said, sounding completely uninterested in the answer.
“We’re here,” he said. “Most of us, anyway.”
“Can’t you people tell time?” he said. “I’m not bloody ready yet!”
“Change of plans, Hayden. I’ll explain when I get there.”
“Just stay out! I’ll call when-”
“Hayden, no. We need to talk now, and I need to see how far along we really are.”
“Look, Simon, I don’t have time for this-”
“We’re coming in. Not all of us, not for long, but we’re coming.”
“Jesus Christ, you high-handed, egotistical son of a-”
Simon hung up on him.
They had arrived at the hidden entrance. There was the gate that led to the downward staircase, the car park next to the gate, the chemist and the family-owned tea shop on the corner, just as he remembered.
When the Rover stopped abruptly at the curb, Simon was already frowning at what he could see-and what he couldn’t see. He checked again as the team climbed out of the Rover and moved away from each other, if only to stretch their legs and get a breath. It was the middle of the morning, but he had been up for hours already; he felt as if the day was already half over.
Hayden’s strange car was already parked crookedly halfway down the block, but Ryan’s vehicle was nowhere to be seen. One more time, Simon pulled out his hated secure phone and dialed Ryan.
It took a long moment for the call to go through-too long, as far as Simon was concerned. Finally Ryan’s voice was in his ear, sounding more than a little sheepish. “Sorry, Simon. Really, I’m trying to get out of here, but there are so many issues I’m dealing with-”
“Ryan, the others told you what happened, didn’t they?”
Another pause. “Yes. About your flat, you mean? And your dog? Bloody awful, I’d say.”
“And that incision mark on Samantha’s neck. She was probably drugged.”
“Well, yes, but-”
“And we were just chased halfway cross Oxford just trying to get out of Sammy’s place. You understand this isn’t some sort of joke?”
“I understand completely. I’m on my way in two minutes. Five minutes, tops.”
“And if you aren’t, you understand they may come for you next?”
There was another pause. When he spoke again, Ryan sounded more than a little shocked. “Me?”
“You and Sabrina.”
“My god.”
“Just get here, Ryan. Get on the road, then use the secure phone and call Jonathan for directions.”
He cut off the connection without another word.
“Why are you having him call me?” Jonathan asked, scanning the street for any unfamiliar cars or suspicious pedestrians. Everything looked calm and perfectly normal … for the moment.
“Because you and Sam are staying topside while we go talk with Hayden.”
Jonathan started shaking his head halfway through the sentence. “Not a chance, buddy.”
Simon took a step closer to his old friend and pitched his voice low so no one else would hear. “I can’t take Sammy down there right now. Look at her, Jon. She’s still freaked out from the attack, and that run through her neighborhood didn’t help.” Jonathan’s expression told Simon he didn’t have to look; he had already gauged Samantha’s state of mind, and he wasn’t happy about it. “Besides, Ryan’s…having some kind of issue. I’m betting it’s his fiancee, but I just don’t know. Someone has to be ready to pull him in.”
Jonathan looked away, clearly frustrated by the undeniable logic of it. Finally he nodded tightly. “Okay. I’ll stay. And you’re just going down to bring him out, right?”
“We need to have a talk-all of us, in one place-while the Spector is being finished. I don’t care, as long as it’s somewhere low-key. Somewhere safe. But we have got to get this under control before it’s too late.”
“Agreed.”
“I’ll take Andrew down with me, and we’ll bring Hayden back out with us.”
“Okay.”
He moved quickly to Samantha and explained what was happening. A moment later he called to Andrew, who was already up to speed; he’d talked to him in the Rover while they had been making their way out of town. “Andrew?” he said. “Ready to do this?”
“Yes, I am,” Andrew said, almost looking eager. For a moment Simon was reminded of his dog, and he felt an unexpected pang of regret. He missed his companion.
“All right, then,” he said and looked back at Jonathan and Sam one last time. “We’ll be right back.”
NORTH OXFORD, ENGLAND
Spector Safe House
Hayden knew that what he was about to do could cost him his life. But if I don’t do it, he asked himself, what is there to live for?
As he walked down the deserted subway track he thought about all the people above him, from the university, the government, and beyond, who had called the shots on this project-people he’d never meet. They had taken his life’s work from him…or so they thought. Now he had one chance-just one-to take back what was his, or to live the rest of his life as a failure. A zero. A slave.