Hotel Ercilla
Bilbao, Spain
“L
ooks like you’re in the wrong country.”
Kane glanced at the others then stared at the comm unit, Leroux having called in to update them. “What do you mean?”
“We just got a report that they were sighted in La Rochelle, France,” said Leroux.
Niner pulled his phone out, Googling the location. “How the hell did they get there?”
“They must have taken that boat that was stolen,” rumbled Atlas.
Dawson cleaned his nails with the tip of his knife. “What were they doing there?”
Leroux chuckled. “Apparently stealing bicycles.”
Kane stared at the radio. “You’re kidding me.”
“Nope, bicycles.”
“I guess we should relocate. No point in being here.”
“I wouldn’t bother yet until we have an actual destination.”
Kane glanced at the other four large men in the room, not so sure that was a good idea. “We’re getting pretty antsy in this hotel room. Are we making any progress on who’s actually behind this?”
“Yes. We’ve identified all seven terrorists. We’re running down their backgrounds now. The ringleader is a guy named Hugo Peeters.”
Dawson put his knife away. “There was reference made to a rich guy. Anything on him?”
“We just gained access to Peeters’ Hotmail account. We’re going through it now, trying to find any reference to people who funded the organization. One of them is probably the buyer for the Bible. If we figure out who that is, we’ll know where the professors are going.”
Kane agreed. “Well, they always say follow the money. Keep us posted. And hurry. One of us is going to kill someone if we’re stuck in here much longer.”
“I’m voting for Niner,” boomed Atlas.
Leroux chuckled. “We’ll do our best.”
