Even in the Darkness

“We’d heard you retired.”

“Depends on who you ask.”

The gun dropped away and a light flicked on.

A Thai man leaned against one wall, his expression more curious than suspicious. Not Hawke. Apirak Koysayodin—one of the few men Hawke trusted.

“Who’s the woman?”

“She’s a friend.”

“Hawke won’t like that you’ve brought her here.” There was no heat in the words or in the dark gaze he swept over Tori.

Her fingers tapped a fast rhythm against her thigh. Her gaze darted from Apirak to the door. Probably wondering how easy it would be to bolt across the room and escape.

Noah grabbed her hand, holding her in place as he turned his attention back to Apirak. “Sometimes we have choices, sometimes we don’t. My friend and I need some information.”

“You want to know about the snakes that are slithering through Mae Hong Son.”

“That’s right.”

“There aren’t many. Ten. Twelve.”

“What are they hunting?”

“A woman. An American with red hair and brown eyes. It seems she took something from Sang Lao. Something he’s desperate to retrieve.”

That confirmed what the DEA’s informant had reported. A local businessman, Lao had been suspected of drug trafficking for years. So far he’d eluded the DEA and the Royal Thai Police. It looked like his luck might be running out. “What about the Wa?”

“We’ve yet to see any of them.”

“That’s something to be thankful for.”

“A small thing. And something much bigger to worry about.”

“What?”

“There’s a price on your friend’s head. Fifty thousand baht.” Again he glanced at Tori, his eyes speculative.

“A lot of money.”

“Yes, but most people here despise Sang Lao and wouldn’t help him for all the riches in the world.”

“It’s the rest of the people I’m worried about. We’ll need an escort out of town.”

“It’s been arranged.”

“Hawke’s ahead of the game.”

“Your people are not the only ones who want to bring Lao down. Hawke has been patient. It seems his time might be at hand.” Apirak spoke as he stepped to the door and pulled it open. “There’s a car waiting for you at the entrance to Market Street. It will take you wherever you want to go.”

“Tell Hawke we’re even.”

“It will take more than this for Hawke to think he’s repaid the debt he owes you.” With that, the light went out and Apirak disappeared.

“What’s going on? What did he say?” Tori’s words were just above a whisper.

“Not here.” Noah tugged on her hand, pulling her outside.

“Well?”

“There’s a price on your head. Fifty thousand baht.”

If the news surprised her, she didn’t show it, just nodded, her dark eyes shadowed. “Now what?”

“We go meet our ride.”

“Ride?”

“We’re going back to Chiang Mai. It’s time for you to go home.”

If he wanted a reaction, he got one. Her body tensed, and he thought she might run. Instead, she nodded. “Good idea.”

The words were hollow, empty of enthusiasm.

“For someone who’s running for her life, you don’t seem very happy about getting an escort home.”

“It’s the escort I’m opposed to. Not the trip home.”

“Sorry. You’re stuck with me.” Until you decide to make your move. He didn’t say the last part, though he was thinking it. If Tori was guilty, she’d make a break for the box eventually. When she did, Noah would be right behind her.

They moved back into the dank walkway, the silence heavy between them. Tori fought the urge to break it, afraid if she started talking she’d say too much, reveal more than she should. With her wrists throbbing, her head pounding and what few ideas she had muddled by fatigue, Tori figured the best she could offer herself and Melody was silence.

Noah glanced her way, his face cold and unyielding. “It would save us both a lot of trouble if you’d tell me where the box is.”

“I already told you—”

“I’ve heard that story before. Why don’t we try a new one?”

“Why don’t you try telling me who you are and why you freed me? Why you want the box and what you’re going to get out of having it? Maybe then we’ll have more to talk about.”

Noah smiled, a feral curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Tori’s spine. “Seems we’re at a stalemate.”

She shrugged, determined not to waste more time talking. Her energy was waning and she still had a long way to go.

“Nothing to say, Red?”

“Tori.”