Warden coldly, “doesn’t have to be voluntary. If necessary, it will be forced.”
“You mean like this?” Nina reached into her jacket and whipped out a gun—Sophia’s Glock. She thrust it at Warden’s face, making him recoil in shock. Gasps of fright came from the others.
“Stikes didn’t search her?” said Meerkrieger in disbelief.
“I said you should have fired him,” Nina told Warden, who was shaking with fury. “Okay, I want you to tell your security goons to withdraw. I’m going to take the statues, and I’m going to take Larry Chase, and we’re going to leave—”
A slow hand clap echoed through the room. Nina spun to see Stikes standing nonchalantly at one of the side doors, giving her mocking applause. She snapped the gun around at the former soldier. “Oh, put it down, Dr. Wilde,” he said, raising his open hands to show they were empty. “We both know you’re not going to shoot an unarmed man.”
“I’m willing to bet you’re not unarmed,” Nina said coldly, the Glock not wavering.
“Actually, I am. But he’s not.” Stikes nodded toward another door across the room.
“Yeah, like I’m going to fall for that—”
“Nina!” The voice was English, shocked—and frightened despite an attempt at bravado.
Larry Chase.
She had no choice but to look. Larry was shoved into the room by a large man holding his collar with one hand—and pressing a gun into his back with the other. “Larry! Are you okay?”
“Yeah, but—what the hell’s going on?” He stared at the people around the table in confusion. “That’s Caspar Van der Zee! What is this?”
“It’s a meeting of the secret rulers of the world,” said Stikes, with a tinge of derision. “Now, Dr. Wilde, put down the gun. I know we can’t shoot you, but”—his lips curled sadistically—“I will have Daddy Chase over there shot, in such a way that it takes him several excruciating hours to die. You’ve got ten seconds.”
“If you shoot him, I’ll kill you!” Nina warned.
“You wouldn’t have come here at all if you were willing to let him die. Three, two—”
With an anguished look at her father-in-law, she tossed the gun onto the table. “Good,” said Stikes, smirking. “Now sit back down. I think it’s time we all finally saw what happens when you put the statues together, don’t you?”
Nina reluctantly returned to her seat as Larry was pushed to the table. She was filled with concern—for both of them—but another thought dominated her mind.
Where is Eddie?
TWENTY-NINE
Her husband was well aware that he was behind schedule. The plan had been for Nina to draw out the meeting with the Group for as long as possible, but they both knew that sooner or later she would have to admit she had no intention of leading them to the meteorite. At that point, things would turn nasty, and he would need to be there to help her.
However, the approach had taken longer than expected, the need for stealth while dealing with the remaining guards outside the building delaying the team. Now, though, they were finally at the hotel itself.
There was a door to Eddie’s right, but his focus was on another entrance to the left, nearer the downhill slope. Steam swirled from extractor vents above a stairwell descending into the ground, which had several large wheeled bins lined up near its top. Access to the kitchens. Even though the only guests at the hotel were the Group and their employees, the establishment was still fully staffed, ready to provide the VIPs with anything they requested. Since Eddie was determined to avoid innocent casualties, the hotel workers needed to be removed from danger.
He signaled for Glas’s men to follow as he went to the stairwell, checking nearby windows for signs of activity. All were empty. He paused by the first bin, making sure that no one was having a crafty smoke at the foot of the steps.
Nobody there. The way in was clear.
The others arrived behind him. “Okay,” said Eddie, “remember there are civvies here. Round ’em up, then find a storeroom or something and lock ’em in until we’re done. Everyone ready?” Nods of confirmation. “Right, here we go.”
He led the way down the stairwell. The door at the bottom was ajar, wisps of steaming air rising from the gap. He opened it wider. A white-tiled room came into view, twenty or so aproned staff busy preparing the resplendent evening meal for their billionaire guests.
Eddie quietly entered, gun at the ready. At first none of the kitchen staff noticed the intruders, being too