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Evelyn didn't want people dying to
save her.
    “ I knew what the dangers
of this job were long before I got into it, Miss Grant.”
    She straightened and found
a fresh bandage from the kit. “Maybe so, but that doesn't mean I
want to see you die.”
    “ Go and get yourself shot,
Rhett?” a voice said from the direction of the glass
doors.
    Evelyn whipped a look over
at the man standing there watching them. Shorter than Rhett by an
inch or two, with a slightly leaner build and ink black hair, he
wore a dark suit and blue patterned tie. His eyes, also blue,
surveyed the situation with sharp attention. He carried two bags; a
black duffel and a grocery-store variety with the top rolled
closed. Like Aristo, he did a double take at the black and blue
bruises on her face.
    She finished putting the
bandage over the injury and gathered the bloodied gauze. Taking it
behind the bar, she threw it into the trash and washed her hands in
the tiny sink.
    “ Just a graze. This is
Miss Grant. Miss Grant, this is my partner, Christian,” Rhett said,
gesturing between them.
    Christian walked over when
she came out from behind the counter and offered his hand. “Nice to
meet you.”
    Evelyn shook it, making eye
contact for a brief moment. “Nice to meet you
Mister—Christian.”
    “ Miss Grant. I believe
this belongs to you.” He took a small, glossy black clutch from the
brown bag and handed it over.
    In all the chaos, she'd
almost forgotten they'd retrieved it from the abduction scene.
Evelyn took the purse and worked the clasp until it popped open.
Inside were all her belongings: I.D, two credit cards, cell phone
and a small bit of cash hooked together by a silver clip. The purse
wasn't big enough to hold a traditional wallet.
    “ Thank you. I didn't think
I'd see this again.”
    “ We're trying to extract
your luggage from the hotel. When we get it, we'll have it sent to
Cairo,” Christian said.
    “ That's great, thank you.
I'm going to see if I can contact my friends.” She glanced between
the agents and stepped away with her phone in hand. Anxious to get
in touch, she pressed the number for Genevieve's phone. Out the
glass windows, she saw they had already pulled away from the docks
and were cruising at a low speed through the harbor, headed for
open water. Another stab of guilt swept through her when she
realized she hadn't even had a chance to arrange a funeral for
Galiana.
    Each phone she dialed went
straight to voicemail. Frustrated, she left messages on each one
with instructions not to return to the hotel under any
circumstances. Instinct prevented her from saying where she was
headed. She knew she didn't have to tell them to check their email
account and as soon as she had access to a computer, she'd leave a
message there as well.
    Evelyn watched the
glittering coastline of Greece recede as the yacht picked up
speed.
     
     
    The cabin on board
the Selena Marie wasn't as small as Evelyn thought it would be. Situated on
the second deck, it had a full bed, a dresser and nightstand, and
its own bathroom through a rather narrow door. All the furnishings
were newer and clean with a modern flare to the design.
    With just a few hours until
sunrise, Rhett had urged her to rest. While it was still dark, and
while he and Christian patrolled the decks of the yacht. Isolated
on the boat crossing the Mediterranean, they were about as safe as
they were likely to get.
    Still, she couldn't bring
herself to take off her shoes when she laid on the bed. Closing her
eyes for longer than a few minutes at a time proved difficult.
Tension that she'd stored in her system unraveled slowly, like
honey through a sieve, pooling in the pit of her belly.
    Running the pad of her
thumb across her fingertips, she discovered that they didn't hurt
quite as bad as they had earlier. The tingling and swelling had
diminished a little. By tomorrow, there would only be minor
puffiness and red skin. If she could get a few hours of
uninterrupted sleep, the