Gray dropped to a knee, sheltering Rachel and the caretaker. Kat covered Vigor in the same manner. Gray had his pistol out, pointing, but he had no target. No cloaked figures came running.
The surrounding landscape of vineyards and umbrella pines lay steeped in shadows and gloom. Silent.
“Monk,” Gray said.
His partner already had his shotgun out. He peered through the night-vision scope fixed to the top of the barrel.
“I can’t pick anything out,” Monk said.
A phone rang. All eyes flicked to Vigor. He crouched with Gray’s satellite phone. It rang again in his hands.
Gray motioned for him to answer it.
Vigor obeyed, raising the sat-phone to his ear.
“Pronto,” he said. He listened for a moment, then lowered and held out the phone toward Gray. “It’s for you.”
Gray knew they had been purposefully pinned down. No further shots were fired at them. Why? He took the phone.
Before he could speak, a voice greeted him. “Hello, Commander Pierce.”
“Seichan.”
“I see you received my message from Sigma command.”
Seichan had somehow tracked them here, followed them and set up the ambush. And he knew the reason. “The riddle…”
“From the frantic way you and your friends vacated the catacomb, I can only assume you solved the mystery.”
Gray remained silent.
“Raoul didn’t wish to share his knowledge either,” Seichan said calmly. “It seems the Dragon Court wants to keep the Guild at the sidelines, only playing defensive. That won’t do. So if you’d be so kind as to share what you’ve learned, I’ll let you all live.”
Gray covered the phone’s receiver. “Monk?”
“Still nothing, Commander,” he whispered back.
Seichan had taken up a sniping position with a clear view of the courtyard. The vineyards, trees, and shadowed slopes hid her well. She must have snuck down here while they were in the catacombs, and booby-trapped the cottage, forcing them to stay in the open.
They were at her mercy.
“From your urgency,” Seichan said, “time must be a factor. And I can wait all night, picking you off one at a time until you talk.” To emphasize this, a bullet cracked a stone at his toe, stinging him with shards. “So be a good boy.”
Monk whispered at his side. “She must be using an exhaust-suppression device on her rifle. I didn’t even pick up a flicker out there.”
Trapped, he had no choice but to bargain. “What do you want to know?” he asked, stalling.
“The Dragon Court is moving on a target tonight. And I believe you have discovered where that will be. Tell me and you all go free.”
“How do I know you’ll keep your word?”
“Oh, you don’t. You don’t have much choice either. I thought that was obvious, Gray. May I call you Gray?” She continued, not missing a beat. “As long as I find you useful, I’ll keep you around, but I certainly don’t need all of you around. I’ll make an example of your companions if I must.”
Gray had no choice. “Fine. Yes. We solved the goddamn riddle.”
“Where will the Dragon Court strike?”
“At a church,” he bluffed. “Near the Coliseum, there is—”
A whistle sped by his left ear and at the same time a startled cry rose from the caretaker. Gray turned to see the old man clutching his shoulder. Blood oozed between his fingers as he fell to his backside on the stones. Rachel went immediately to his aid.
“Monk, help them,” Gray said, cursing silently.
His teammate had a med pack and the training. Still, Monk hesitated, his shotgun ready, reluctant to give up his search.
Gray waved him over more forcibly. Seichan would not make the mistake of exposing herself. Monk lowered his gun and went to the care-taker’s aid.
“You get one free pass,” Seichan said in his ear. “Another lie and it will cost more than a little blood.”
Gray’s fingers tightened on the phone.
“I have my own intel,” the woman continued. “So I’ll know if your answer makes sense or not.”
Gray sought some way to throw her off track, but the caretaker’s groans made it hard to focus on strategy. And he had no time—and no choice. He had to tell her the truth. She had kept him in the game up until now, and now he had to return the favor. Like it or not, he and the Guild were in bed together. This would have to be settled another time. And for that to happen, they had to live.
“If you’re right about the timetable,” Gray said, “the Dragon Court will assault the Vatican tonight.”
“Where?”
“Below the basilica. At the tomb of Saint Peter.” Gray gave a brief overview of the riddle’s solution as proof of the truth.
“Clever work,” she said. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around. Now if you’d all be so kind as to dispose of all your cellular phones. Toss them into the burning cottage. And no tomfoolery, Commander Gray. Don’t assume I’m ignorant of exactly the number of phones you and your team are carrying.”
Gray obeyed. Kat collected all the phones, then showed each one as she tossed them through the doorway into the growing conflagration.
Except for the phone at Gray’s ear.
“Arrivederci for now, Commander Gray.”
The phone suddenly exploded at his ear, ripped from his fingers, shot from afar. His ear rang. Blood ran down his neck.
Gray tensed, waiting for another parting shot. Instead, he heard an engine ignite with a throaty roar, then settle to a rumble. A motorbike. It headed away, staying below the ridgeline. The Dragon Lady was heading out with the information she needed.
Gray turned.
Monk had the caretaker’s shoulder bandaged. “Only a graze. Lucky.”
But Gray knew luck had nothing to do with it. The woman could’ve put a round through any of their eyes.
“How’s your ear?” Monk asked.
Gray shook his head, angry.
Monk came forward anyway. He reached, not particularly gently, and inspected the damage on his ear. “Just a skin lac. Hold still.” He dabbed the wound, then sprayed it from a tiny bottle.
It stung like a son of a bitch.
“Liquid bandage,” Monk explained. “It dries in seconds. Even faster if I blow on it. But I don’t want to get you too excited.”
Behind them, Rachel and Vigor helped the caretaker to his feet. Kat recovered the old man’s shepherd crook. His eyes remained on his cottage. Flames now licked from the shattered windows.