‘Who?’ She followed his gaze — and was startled to see a man approaching across the frozen lake. He was carrying a long rifle. The sniper. ‘Who is he?’ she demanded.
‘He’s someone I met eight years ago. In Vietnam,’ Eddie told her, moving to meet the new arrival. Nina followed. As the figure drew closer and was lit by the glow of the fires, she was shocked to see a familiar face.
It was the leader of the Russians who had tried to kidnap Tova.
Her shock grew when the two men came face to face… and shook hands. ‘Oh my God,’ she gasped, confused — and suddenly frightened. ‘That’s why you let him go in Stockholm. And the bomb — he gave it to you, didn’t he? You’re working together!’
Eddie’s uncharacteristic silence was more unnerving than any reply.
16
‘Fuckin’ finally,’ Chase muttered as the narrow path he and Natalia had followed since crossing the river joined up with a broader, more well-trodden track.
‘How far are we from your friends?’ she asked.
The Englishman slung the rifle and shifted the Bouncing Betty and its detonator to the crook of his arm, then examined the map. ‘Less than half a mile. Should only take us about ten minutes to get there.’
‘Good.’ Natalia cautiously checked that the track was clear. ‘Will they still be there?’
‘I bloody hope so.’ Chase was confident that Castille would have waited for him, and doubted Sullivan would have let him stay in the jungle alone. He regarded the muddy ground. The track, which headed roughly north — south, had been used by at least one vehicle, the chunky tread pattern of off-road tyres standing out in the mud. Since the camp from which he had rescued Natalia was to the south, there was a good chance the 4x4 belonged to their pursuers.
The prints didn’t have the sharp edges he would have expected if they were recent, though. They were several hours old. He raised his head, listening intently. No engine noises were audible over the jungle chorus.
‘Are we safe?’ Natalia asked.
‘Think so. But if you hear anything coming, duck into the bushes.’ He turned to head north. ‘Okay, not far now.’
They made their way along the track. The sound of the river gradually returned; the rendezvous point was an abandoned building on one of its meanders. Before long, Chase slowed. ‘What is it?’ asked Natalia, nervous.
He ushered her into the cover of the surrounding vegetation. ‘I heard voices. We’re nearly there, so it might be my mates… or it might not.’
Senses fully alert, he moved carefully through the undergrowth, Natalia a few paces behind him. The rotted skeleton of a wooden structure came into view ahead. He whispered for her to stay where she was and remain silent, then put down the landmine and detonator before hefting the AKS and creeping silently to the edge of his cover.
The remains of the building stood on the shore beside an equally mouldering wooden platform extending out into the river. Parked on the track nearby was a mud-spattered but otherwise new Toyota Land Cruiser. Four figures stood beside it, talking.
Chase’s heart leapt with relief: one of the men was Castille. His friend had waited for him, just as he’d hoped. The Belgian had changed into civilian clothes, drab camouflage gear replaced by a gaudy shirt emblazoned with cheerful patterns of brightly coloured birds. Beside him was Sullivan, the New Zealander wiping sweat from the top of his bald head. To the Englishman’s surprise, the third member of the group was Ivor Lock, looking out of place and uncomfortable in the humid heat. The expensive 4x4 was probably his, then; he must have been concerned enough on learning that his daughter had not been among the rescued hostages to come and wait for news in person.
The fourth man was Hoyt.
Cold anger rose in Chase at the sight of the cigarette-smoking American. Whatever his reasons for ransacking the Russian laboratory and trying to take Natalia, he undoubtedly now meant to cover his tracks. Of the group, he was the only one with a weapon at the ready, his AK-47 hanging at his hip. Sullivan’s gun was shouldered, and Castille’s propped against a tree.
Hoyt’s plan was clear. If Natalia showed up, he would kill everyone else and take the young German.
Chase wasn’t going to let that happen.
A brief glance back to make sure that she was still hidden, then he stepped out of the bushes — with his gun pointed at Hoyt. ‘Don’t move!’
The four men looked round in surprise. Lock flinched at the sight of the gun, Castille and Sullivan reacting with confusion — but Hoyt immediately grasped his own weapon. ‘I said don’t fucking move,’ Chase snarled. ‘Drop it!’
The American froze, but the rifle remained in his hands. ‘You’re missing your mag there, Chase,’ he said, eyeing the AKS-74U.
‘It’s still chambered.’
Hoyt’s gaze flicked down to his older Kalashnikov, and its fully loaded magazine. ‘One bullet against thirty?’
The AKS did not waver. ‘I only need one.’
‘Reckon you do, at that.’ Hoyt spat his cigarette from his lips and reluctantly lowered the AK to the ground by its strap.
Chase glanced at his friend. ‘Hugo, grab his gun.’
Castille did so, though with a bewildered expression. ‘Edward, what is going on?’
‘That’s a very good question,’ said Sullivan. ‘What the hell’s this about, Chase?’
Lock had questions of his own. ‘Where’s my daughter? Did you find her?’
‘Natalia’s fine.’ Chase considered calling her out of cover, but decided to wait until the situation was resolved. ‘Hugo, have you got anything you can tie that arsehole up with? I don’t want him causing any more trouble.’
‘What trouble?’ Sullivan demanded.
‘This bastard’s the reason we got into a firefight at the camp,’ the Englishman explained as Castille, keeping a wary eye on Hoyt, went to the Land Cruiser. ‘He wasn’t just there to rescue the hostages. He was there specifically to get Natalia — and steal all the research on whatever the fuck the Russians were doing to her. He knew what they were up to all along.’
‘What?’ gasped Lock. He rounded on Hoyt. ‘What were they doing to my daughter?’ The mercenary remained silent.
‘When we went into that cabin to get her, first thing he did was start taking all their notes,’ Chase went on. ‘One of the Russians was already in there. I told Hoyt to watch him while I helped Natalia, but instead he shot him in cold blood. Then he pointed his gun at me and told me to carry her out of there.’
Sullivan looked at Hoyt as if expecting a denial, but the American still said nothing. ‘Why did you do it?’ he asked. Hoyt’s only response was a disdainful sneer.
‘Edward,’ called Castille from the rear of the Land Cruiser. ‘There is nothing to tie him with — but look.’ He held up what Chase recognised as Hoyt’s pack, opening it. ‘You are right. It is full of papers, disks, a computer…’
Sullivan unshouldered his own gun and pointed it at Hoyt. ‘All right, you. I want some answers.’
‘I got nothin’ to say,’ Hoyt replied.
Chase lowered the AKS and joined Castille. ‘Did you get the other hostages out all right?’
The Belgian nodded. ‘We came here from the camp last night and put them on the boat. Lomax and Rios went with them — they are all safe in Da Nang now. I waited for you, and Hal stayed with me. Hoyt arrived a few hours later.’
‘And decided to stick around until I got here with Natalia,’ Chase added, glaring at the prisoner. ‘Hal, how long have you known this twat? What’s his background?’
Sullivan was concerned by the revelations. ‘I haven’t known him long, but he was recommended to me by someone I thought I could trust. All his references were excellent.’