Deliver Us From Evil (A. Shaw 2)
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He held out a glossy piece of square-shaped paper.
Katie took it, looked at the photo. Her and Shaw in Zurich. She eyed her hand on top of his arm. As intimate as they’d gotten.
Shaw. That’s why I’m here.
She glanced up and handed it back. “I still don’t understand.”
“Your mouth says that, your eyes do not. It is too late for such tactics. You know him, he knows you. And I would like to get to know him too.”
I bet.
“Why?”
“He is an interesting man.”
“I don’t know where he is.”
Kuchin let out a sigh. The next moment Katie was lying on the floor of the plane cabin, blood running down her face from where he’d struck her. Her brain was still trying to process this event when she was wrenched up by her hair and thrown back in her seat. She slumped there holding her face and trying to stop the blood running from her nose.
She felt something brush against her face.
Kuchin was handing her a towel.
“Forgive me for that. I am impulsive. You see, I desperately need to meet with your friend. He owes me something.”
“What,” Katie said slowly through her busted mouth.
“Again, not relevant to you.”
“I don’t know where he is. I’m telling you the truth.”
“But you can get in touch with him.”
“No, I can’t. I—” She froze again when he held up her cell phone.
“It is interesting that we found two cell phones. One you were holding and another in your purse. The one in your purse was much like any other phone, the usual contacts, emails, calendar. But this one, this phone, had none of that. In fact, according to the phone list you have only received two calls on this phone. Now, this man I am seeking, your friend? Why do I think he is a man who would give you such a phone?”
“He didn’t,” said Katie as she wiped off her face.
“Then you have no trouble with my calling back this number? Just to see who answers?”
Katie looked down for a moment, trying to get her breath and her nerves under control.
What the hell has Shaw done to get a guy like this ticked off at him?
“I will take your silence as an affirmation.”
“He won’t come.”
“I think he will.”
“Why?” Katie said miserably.
Kuchin looked at the photo of Shaw and Katie. “I think you know why.”
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