Mountains of Dawn

"What do I do now?" Tanya asked in a small voice.

"You come back home. I'll arrange to fly you to Paris and then back here. Give me the address of the hotel where you're staying, and the phone number."

"Can I call Kevin? He'll be worried sick."

"No. Call no one. It isn't safe, not until we find out what really happened and who's involved. Somebody is out to kill you. Leave it up to me to call Mr. Matwin."

Again, Malcolm paused. "Now listen carefully, Tanya. You may not like it…but this is what I'd like to arrange. To say you were injured-then," Malcolm hesitated. "Then announce your death."

"My death! What do you mean?"

"It will give us the time we need to prepare a counter strategy. Of course, they'll find out the truth, but in the meantime, they won't be after you."

"Malcolm, then you must tell Kevin at once. Abso-lu-tely."

Malcolm hesitated. "I promise to talk to him today, Tanya." His voice sounded cold, distrustful. "Yes, no matter what, I intend to speak to Mr. Matwin today."