The Adversary (A Chris Bruen Novel Book 1) by Hirsch Reece

Author:Hirsch, Reece [Hirsch, Reece]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2013-08-05T16:00:00+00:00

EXIT THE CEMETERY BY THE MAIN GATE. GO TO 33 BOULEVARD DE MÉNILMONTANT, SUITE 225. THE DOOR WILL BE UNLOCKED. YOU HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES—THE CLOCK STARTS NOW.

Once more, Chris scanned the cemetery but he could not spot whoever was observing them. Then he turned to Zoey and asked, “Do you remember the path we took to get here?”

“You’re the one with the map,” Zoey said. “Everything here looks the same to me.”

Zoey was right. The cobbled path lined with funeral statuary looked like every other route they had taken since they entered the sprawling necropolis.

“Let’s start this way,” Chris said, pointing back the way they had come.

He knew that if they made one wrong turn on the way out, they would miss the kidnappers’ deadline. If that happened, Sarah might die.

They retraced their path through Père Lachaise without a word, with Chris leading the way.

After a few minutes, they reached a fork in the path. Chris studied the cheap tourist map but didn’t see any markers or landmarks that he recognized. Zoey stared at him. She knew that he was guessing and she knew the stakes. This was Chris’s decision to make. Chris pointed to the left down one of the identical paths just as a pellet-like rain began to fall.

As they set out again, Zoey said, “I would have chosen that one, too.”

In a matter of minutes, they could hear the sounds of the street and knew that Chris had guessed correctly. They emerged from the hushed spell of the cemetery and were back among the car horns and street noise of Belleville.

Thirty-three Boulevard de Ménilmontant was a narrow, inauspicious office building that was an exemplar of a badly dated seventies-modern style. It looked like the sort of place where failed French accounting firms went to die. They climbed the stairs to the second floor, where Chris noted one video camera in the lobby, another in the stairwell. There would be a record of their visit.

There were three offices off of a short hallway with worn, mottled chocolate-brown carpeting. The last door on the right displayed a small brass plaque that read “225.” Chris checked his watch. They had made it in almost exactly fifteen minutes.

Before he could try the doorknob, Zoey asked, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Not at all,” Chris replied.

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