Chapter EightRoy looked out the window at the hangar and grimaced.
He’d specifically set up their landing at a remote hangar at Paris-Orly. It was supposed to have a grand total of two agents and two unremarkable cars.
“Wow!” Sienna was looking at him. “Who just got on your bad side? I’m guessing their life expectancy has plummeted in the last five seconds.”
“Good guess,” he gestured out the window and she looked. A line of five black Citroën DS5 sedans were waiting for them, looking like a school of sleek racing machines ready to eat alive anyone who got in their way. A cloud of motorcycle police were waiting as well.
By the time the plane halted, he wouldn’t have been surprised if a marching band trooped in. At least there weren’t any reporters.
“Stay!” He pointed to Sienna in her s
