Part 33 (1/2)

”No. He would have been a mistake, too.”

”What do you mean?”

”Residue of an old job neither of you were on, that's all.”

”Then why the h.e.l.l-”

”Doesn't matter. Go find the way out.”

Nate wanted to know more, but Peter was right. Now wasn't time for a leisurely chat. ”I won't be gone long.”

”Good luck.”

Keeping one hand in front of him, and the other on the wall, Nate made his way down the corridor as quickly as he dared. For the first thirty feet, he came across other doors he guessed led into rooms similar to the one he'd been in, but all their locks were open, so he knew they were empty.

A few yards past the last door, the pa.s.sageway turned to the left. In the distance, he could see a thin glowing line low to the floor.

A door, he thought. Another way out. But did the light mean there was someone on the other side?

Stepping lightly, he approached the light. It was a door all right. There was enough illumination for him to make out that much. But unlike the other doors, this one was made of wooden planks held together with iron strips at the top and bottom. It looked old, perhaps not as old as the building itself, but a century or two wasn't out of the question.

Instead of a k.n.o.b, it had a ring, also iron. Unless it was locked on the other side, all he had to do was pull it.

He dropped silently down onto all fours, and moved his ear up to the gap along the bottom.

There was only the stillness of an empty s.p.a.ce on the other side.

As he started to rise, a voice yelled out in the distance. He put his ear back to the gap, but instantly knew the noise was not coming from the other side of the door. It was coming from back down the corridor in the direction of the cells.

He rushed back toward where the hall made its turn, but just before he got there, the corridor lights came on. He jammed to a stop, feeling suddenly exposed. He looked back at the wooden door. It was still closed. Whoever turned on the lights had done so at the other end.

”Hey! Hey!” the voice yelled. ”Can't I get some water? I need some water.”

Now that he was closer, Nate could tell the yeller was Peter. What the h.e.l.l was he doing? The guards were on their way in now. How was Nate supposed to get everyone out?

That b.a.s.t.a.r.d, he realized. Peter was purposely drawing the guards' attention so that Nate couldn't come back for him and the others.

”Might be better if you get out and go for help.”

What choice did Nate have now? Even if he waited where he was, and tried to release the others when the coast was clear, he had a very strong suspicion that Peter would call out again the moment he knew Nate was close.

d.a.m.n you, Peter.

He returned to the door and grabbed the metal ring. When he heard Peter yell out again, he pulled the door open enough so he could peek through to the other side. Another corridor, empty. He opened it more, pa.s.sed through, and shut it behind him.

Get away and get help. That was his mission now.

The sound of Peter's yells dropped to near nothing as he moved away from the door. The new corridor led him to a set of stairs that ended at a doorway two floors up. He listened for any sounds of life before opening it. He found himself in a small stone room, not much larger than the cell he'd been in. The difference was that this room had windows to either side, and another entrance straight in front of him. He could also feel a breeze, because there was no door covering the other opening, and no gla.s.s in the windows.

Looking out the window to the left, he could see the courtyard below, and realized the room he was in was on top of the wall that surrounded it. To confirm this, he eased over to the other entrance. Beyond it was a four-foot-wide walkway that ran down the center of the wall, lined on each side by a two-foot-high, one-foot-thick lip. To the left was the courtyard, and to the right a narrow sandy beach lining the ocean. He had to be in some kind of old sea fort that had been restored but hadn't held up so well.

The defensive wall curved around the courtyard and disappeared behind the bulk of the central building. Though the night was moonless, he could make out the dark shapes of trees and bushes in that direction. It had to be the land side. That was the way he needed to go if he had any hope of finding a phone or a radio.

He moved through the doorway, but stayed close to the building to cut down any silhouette he might make against the night sky. He checked the beach to his right. It was a good twenty-five feet down. Not a distance he wanted to jump, but he might be able to scale the stone wall if he were careful. Centuries of storms and sea air had eaten away at it, creating cracks and nooks he could use for his hands and feet. From there he'd have to walk around, fully exposed, until he reached the far side.

The quicker route, and the one that would get him to the cover of the jungle sooner, would be to stay on top of the wall, then scale down it on the land side. He'd be able to get a better view of his surroundings from there, too. The drawback was that moving along the wall could expose him more than the longer walk along the beach.

He examined the courtyard, looking for any movements or indications that someone was there. It took him less than a minute to spot the guard standing next to one of the doors of the central structure. As he watched the man, he noted that the guard seemed to be paying more attention to the other courtyard entrances than to the wall.

If Nate stayed low behind the walkway's lip, he should be okay.

He crouched down so that he was on his hands and feet, and moved onto the walkway. It was an awkward way to travel, but no alarm was raised.

When he reached the point he was aiming for, he peeked over the lip, back into the courtyard, and relaxed. The angle was such that the guard was now out of sight.

Nate stretched his muscles, and stood up so he could take a quick look around before he started down. He'd been right-he had a much better view.

But what he saw was not even close to what he'd hoped for.

As he'd noted earlier, the fort was surrounded on three sides by water. He could now also see that the coastlines ran parallel to each other past the fort and along both sides of the jungle area before they disappeared into the night. The problem was, they didn't stay that way for long. Though he couldn't see where it happened, he knew they met back together just a few miles away, because in the distance, he could see starlight playing on the ocean.

He'd suspected he was on an island. He just hadn't realized how small it was.

Doesn't matter, he told himself. You've still got to try.

He looked at the jungle for another few seconds, then lowered himself over the edge of the wall and started climbing down.

CHAPTER 43.

PUERTO RICO.

IT WAS AFTER midnight by the time they landed in Puerto Rico. Earlier, while waiting for their connecting flight in Mexico City, Quinn had made a call to an a.s.sociate living on the US territory. As arranged, Veronique Lucas was waiting for them when they exited the terminal.

”This way,” she said, leading them across a suspension bridge to a Suburban waiting in the nearby parking structure.

Orlando, in the backseat with Daeng, broke out her laptop as they drove away from the airport, and set to work on some items she and Quinn had discussed on the flight. Since most of their trip had been over water, her ability to log on midair had been greatly reduced.

Quinn was sitting up front next to Veronique. ”Any problems pulling things together?” he asked.

”Had to sub a few items, but think you'll be happy. Otherwise I took care of everything you wanted.”

”Thanks, Vee.”

”Is this something you need an extra hand on? If so, I've got some time.”

”I think we're good. But if that changes, I'll let you know.”