They had gone to ground here to regroup, establish a plan of action.
But first they needed more intel.
A key scuffled in the door lock. Gray placed a palm on his pistol. He wasn’t taking any chances. But it was only Monsignor Verona returning from a scouting expedition.
Vigor pushed into the room. His expression had gone very grim.
“What?”
“The boy’s dead,” the monsignor said.
The others gathered closer.
Vigor explained, “Jason Pendleton. The boy who survived from the massacre. It’s just been reported on the BBC. He was killed in his hospital room. Cause of death is still unknown, but foul play is highly suspected. Especially coinciding with the firebombing of the cathedral.”
Rachel shook her head sadly.
Earlier, Gray had been relieved to find everyone alive, only bruised and shaken. He had failed to consider the survivor of the first massacre. But it made a certain horrible sense. The cathedral attack had obviously been a whitewash operation, to erase any residual trail. And of course, that would include silencing the only witness.
“Did you learn anything else?” Gray asked.
He had sent the monsignor down to the lounge after they had checked into the hotel, to investigate the state of affairs at the cathedral. The monsignor was best suited. He spoke the language fluently, and his clerical collar would place him above suspicion.
Even now, Klaxons and sirens wailed across the city. Out the window, they had a view of Cathedral Hill. A bevy of fire engines and other emergency vehicles gathered there, flashing their blues and reds. Smoke clouded the night sky. The streets were crowded with spectators and news vans.
“I learned nothing more than we already know,” Vigor said. “The fire is still raging inside the church. It hasn’t spread. I saw an interview with one of the priests from the rectory. No one was harmed. But they’re reporting concern about the whereabouts of myself and my niece.”
“Good,” Gray said, earning a glance from Rachel. “As I said before, they think we were eliminated for the moment. We should maintain that ruse for as long as possible. As long as they don’t know we’re alive, they’ll be less likely to be looking over their shoulders.”
“And less likely to be gunning for us,” Monk said. “I especially like that part.”
Kat was working on a laptop wired to a digital camera. “The photos are uploading now,” she said.
Gray stood and stepped to the desk. Monk and the others had sought not only a hiding place in the van after their escape, but also a vantage to get some photographs of the assailants. Gray was impressed with their resourcefulness.
Black-and-white thumbnail images filled the screen.
“There,” Rachel said, pointing to one. “That’s the guy who grabbed me.”
“The leader of the group,” Gray said.
Kat double-clicked the image and brought up a full-scale photo. He was frozen in mid-stride as he exited the cathedral. He had dark hair, cut long, almost to the shoulder. No facial hair. Aquiline features. Rocky and expressionless. Even in the photo, he gave off an air of superiority.
“Look at that smug bastard,” Monk said. “The cat who ate the canary.”
“Does anyone recognize him?” Gray asked.
Heads shook.
“I can uplink it to Sigma’s facial-recognition software,” Kat said.
“Not yet,” Gray said. He answered her frown. “We need to stay incommunicado.”
He glanced around the room. While normally he preferred to operate on his own, free from Big Brother watching over his shoulder, he could no longer play lone wolf. He had a team now, a responsibility beyond his own skin. His eyes found Vigor and Rachel. And it wasn’t even just his own team any longer. They were all looking to him. He suddenly felt overwhelmed. He desired nothing more than to check in with Sigma, consult with Director Crowe, pawn off his responsibility.
But he couldn’t…at least not yet.
Gray gathered his thoughts and his resolve. He cleared his throat. “Someone knew we were alone in the cathedral. Either they were already spying on the church or they had prior intel.”
“A leak,” Vigor said, rubbing the beard under his lower lip.
“Possibly. But I can’t say for sure where it might have originated.” Gray glanced to Vigor. “From our end or yours.”
Vigor sighed and nodded. “I fear we may be to blame. The Dragon Court has always claimed members inside the Vatican. And with the ambush here following on the heels of the attacks against Rachel and myself, I can’t help but think the problem may lie at the Holy See itself.”
“Not necessarily,” Gray answered. He turned back to the laptop and pointed to another thumbnail picture. “Bring that one up.”
Kat double-clicked. An image of a slender woman climbing into the back of one of the two vans swelled across the monitor. Her face was only in silhouette.
Gray glanced to the others. “Anyone know her?”
More shakes.
Monk leaned closer. “But I wouldn’t mind knowing her.”
“This is the woman who attacked me at Fort Detrick.”
Monk backed away, suddenly finding the woman less appealing. “The Guild operative?”
Vigor and Rachel wore confused expressions. Gray didn’t have time to go into the full history of the Guild, but he gave a brief overview of the organization: its terrorist-cell structure, its ties to Russian mafiya, and its interest in new technologies.
Once he was finished, Kat asked, “So you think the problem might be at our end?”
“After Fort Detrick…?” Gray frowned. “Who can tell where the security leak lies? But the fact that the Guild is here, operating alongside the Dragon Court, I can’t help but think that they’ve been drawn in because of our involvement. But I think they’re as late to the game as we are.”
“Why do you say that?” Rachel asked.
Gray pointed at the screen. “The Dragon Lady let me escape.”
Stunned silence followed.
“Are you sure?” Monk asked.
“Damn sure.” Gray rubbed his bruised upper arm where she had shot him as he fled.
“Why would she do that?” Rachel asked.
“Because she’s playing the Dragon Court. Like I said, I think the only reason the Guild has been called into this venture is because Sigma became involved. The Court wanted the Guild’s assistance to capture or eliminate us.”
Kat nodded. “And if we were dead, then the Guild would no longer be needed. The partnership would end, and the Guild would never find out what the Dragon Court knows.”