Secrets by Nancy Popovich Page B

quiet.
    Taking in a
deep breath, Sonya received a heads up sign from Madame Lalonde and
with a nod to Mike, she quietly left the car and slowly made her
way across the street, hesitatingly stopping just outside the
bright circle of light thrown by the street lamp.
    “Well done,
Sonya! Fear not, young lady, you shall be kept safe,” BB’s
reassuring voice was heard. “Do not look quickly, but you are being
approached to your left. We have allowed the contact to come to
you.”
    As he spoke,
Sonya noticed a slight movement to her left and turned to find
Grégoire standing in front of her.
    “The look on
your face is just priceless, Darlin’! What are you doing out by
yourself on such a dark night? Are you solicitin’?” With that, he
laughed and rubbed himself suggestively. “I wonder what I will tell
them that you charge.”
    BB’s reassuring
voice came across the ear piece. “Stay calm, Sonya. He is spouting
rubbish! We want him to tell us what he wants in exchange for Bryan
and Lucien and where they are being held, before we beat the shit
out of him.”
    “Why did you
lie to get me here? Bryan didn’t send that text! Where is Bryan?”
Sonya demanded, at a loss to think of anything else to say.
    “Aw, Honey,
you’re gonna give me a complex! Bryan, Bryan, Bryan! You’re gonna
have to forget about Bryan. My friend in the Middle East has a real
likin’ for pretty little blonde things and he’s willing to pay me
big bucks to tickle his fancy. Welcome to your new home, Sugar!” he
smiled and pulled out a gun.
    “Turn around,
and start walkin’!” The gun jabbed into her back and she
reluctantly began to walk.
    “We are right
here,” BB's calm voice reassured. “As soon as you get to the lamp
post, turn right and run as fast as you can back across the street
to the car. We shall deal with that SOB ourselves at this
juncture.”
    "Four. Three.
Two. One," Sonya mentally counted as they approached the lamp post.
Taking in a deep breath, she suddenly veered right and without a
backward glance, ran for her life.

CHAPTER 19
    Fear lent speed
to her feet, and Sonya moved faster than she had ever believed
possible. As she approached the line up of parked cars, a large man
in black clothing wearing a balaclava, literally lifted her off her
feet from her dead run, and continuing to run, he carried her
behind the cars and into a lane between two buildings.
    She was placed
on her feet and before she could regain her balance, a balaclava
was pulled over her head. The shock wore off, and she turned to
attack. Someone grabbed her arms and stopped her. It was Mike! Or
she thought it was him, his balaclava made it difficult to be
certain. Was this reality, or was this a really, really bad
movie?
    Another
balaclava-clad person with a sling patted her hand and whispered
into her ear. “Your hair is bright like sunlight. We must not be
see.” Ah, that was why! Sonya understood now.
    Then the woman
pointed. Sonya looked back towards the lamp post that she had left
what was merely seconds ago.
    A really,
really big man was standing over Grégoire, who was crumpled on the
ground and appeared to be unconscious. He was arguing with someone
dressed in black and balaclava clad.
    “I can’t let
you do that!” her earpiece almost exploded.
    “You vant
information? I can be do! You be have no alternate. You don’t vant
be go to confession – no be vatch!”
    BB’s quiet
voice interrupted. “Galahad, might I suggest that you step aside
and check on our Bride, if you would? This information is vital,
and since our friend has been so very generous with his assistance,
it would be unappreciative for us to deny him the information that
he requires. However, I must insist that it be understood that we
wish no physical harm to come to the traitor. That is not
negotiable. Even we cannot dispense that justice.”
    “Affirmative!”
    There was a
short exchange between the two men. The big man then picked up
Grégoire as though he was a