‘Angela, come on, get up.’
She opened her eyes groggily and closed them.
‘Wake up, Angela,’ he said.
She opened her eyes again and fought hard to keep them from shutting. Logan was standing over her. Winter was at his side.
‘Come on,’ Logan said, putting his hand under her shoulder and hauling her to her feet. ‘It’s time to go.’
It took a few seconds for her to take her own weight. When she had properly come around, she shrugged Logan off.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, looking down.
‘Yeah, I know,’ Logan said, sounding less than convinced.
There was an awkward silence. Grainger didn’t know what to say. A small part of her was surprised she’d woken up at all. It wasn’t beyond comprehension that Logan might have pulled a gun out and shot her for what she’d just done.
Really, did she deserve anything more?
‘We know where Lindegaard is,’ Winter said to her.
Grainger said nothing but looked down at Winter’s leg. A torn piece of cloth was tied around his thigh.
‘I’ve got Logan to thank for that,’ Winter said. ‘The bullet took a good chunk of flesh out of my leg, but I guess I fared better than that lot.’
He pointed over toward the bodies lying on the ground. Grainger glanced at them. At Evans. He’d been alive, screaming at her to kill Logan, just minutes earlier. Now he had a hole in his forehead that was dribbling blood. She quickly looked away again.
‘Come on, let’s go,’ Logan said.
She hesitated. This wasn’t the reaction she had expected from Logan at all. She’d just been pointing a gun at his head. He was acting almost as though nothing had happened.
Had she really intended to pull the trigger? She didn’t know. She just knew she had to do something to save Tom.
‘I didn’t know what else to do,’ Grainger said to Logan. ‘I was scared. Confused.’
‘I know. No need to explain. I’ll help you save him. Lindegaard is finished. I’m going to make sure of that.’
‘Why are you still helping me?’
‘If you’d really wanted to shoot me, you would have done. I know you, Angela. You’re an ace with those things. Your stance, the grip on the gun, the finger on the trigger. You’re a professional. What I saw when you pointed that gun at me was something else. That wasn’t you. I knew you wouldn’t do it.’
He certainly sounded a lot more confident about that than she’d felt.
‘What now?’ Grainger asked, her tone wary.
‘We think we know where Tom is,’ Winter said.
‘How?’ Grainger said, surprised.
‘While you were out of it, we found a phone on Evans’s body,’ Winter said. ‘There weren’t too many numbers on there. One of them was Lindegaard’s.’
‘You called him? You spoke to him?’
‘No. We debated it. In the end, we decided against it. But we did find a number of recent calls on the phone to a hotel in central Beijing.’
‘Lindegaard may still be there,’ Logan said.
‘We need to get out of here, head back to the city,’ Winter added.
‘Come on, we need you for this,’ Logan said, holding his hand out to her.
Grainger hesitated.
Her head was filled with confusion. She had been desperate. There was no other explanation for her actions. Of course she hadn’t wanted to shoot Logan, but it had seemed like the only option.
Twice she’d held a gun up at Carl Logan. Somehow or other, twice he’d forgiven her. If she was in any doubt about whether he was the right man for her, whether he was the right person for her to partner with on what was undoubtedly a troubled road ahead, that surely gave her the answer she needed.
She took his hand and he pulled her in, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. The three of them headed back through the derelict building to the parked car outside.