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inside.”
    Jack did.
    “Four men in front of the hotel,”
Leon said. “Black Bentley parked on the street.”
    Jack slid his head through the
opening and saw the men. They were dressed in dark clothing, long sleeved
t-shirts, and black or dark gray cargo pants. Heavily muscled. Probably armed.
Two of them entered the hotel. One stood on the sidewalk, looking up. The
fourth leaned back against the Bentley.
    “Who are they?” Jack asked.
    “I presume they work for someone
who has an interest in why you entered our country.”
    “In or out?” the voice called from
behind.
    Jack turned and saw the portly man.
    “Whatever you guys decide, you need
to stop blocking my doorway.”
    “Shut up,” Jack said.
    Leon placed a hand on Jack’s
shoulder. “What my American friend meant was, do you have a back exit?” Leon
pulled open his jacket, revealing his holstered weapon.
    The man’s expression was blank. He
jerked his head back, motioning toward the kitchen. He said, “Through there.”
    Leon said, “Many thanks,” and he
handed the guy a folded bill.
    As soon as he left the dining room,
Jack retrieved the Browning. He cocked the hammer, left the safety on. Two
quick taps remained in order to file a round. He hoped it wouldn’t come to
that, not in the middle of London.
    The kitchen was loud, bright, full
of stainless steel countertops and shelves. Voices went mute as stares fell
upon the two armed men hurrying toward the exit. A large red-haired man with a
long braided goatee stepped away from his duties at the fryer and blocked the
narrow path between the kitchen equipment and the door leading outside. He
looked like a modern day Viking.
    “Who the frig are you guys?” Red
said.
    “Do you really want to find out?”
Leon said, casually aiming his pistol in Red’s direction.
    “I want to know what you’re doing
in my kitchen. You’re putting the food at risk.” Red’s head leaned back on his
thick stump of a neck. His eyes were wide. Jack wondered if the guy was high or
just had a death wish.
    “We’re only passing through. Take
it up with the fat guy out front. He told us not to linger in the doorway.”
    “You could’ve gone through the
front.”
    “No, we couldn’t,” Leon said.
    Jack wondered what the hell was
going on. If he’d been in the lead he’d have taken Red out and stepped over his
unconscious body. Yet, here was Leon treating the guy like they were in the
debate club. He nudged Leon forward.
    “Just step aside, mate,” Leon said.
“You don’t want us to be in here when the other guys come through.”
    Red narrowed his eyes and studied
the two men for a moment. Then he took a step back and allowed them passage
through the kitchen.
    They stepped into a narrow
alleyway. The sky was a deep shade of pink. Tall buildings shielded the area
from the sun’s final rays. The air was cool and crisp, especially after being
in the hot kitchen.
    “My car is two blocks from here.”
Leon took off in a jog.
    Jack hesitated, thought about
turning and sprinting off in the other direction. Four hours in town and
already he’d been chased, had a gun pulled on him in a bathroom, seen a Bentley
with four guys obviously looking for him, and been confronted by a pissed off
cook that resembled a Viking god covered in grease and flour.
    Perhaps he’d be better off
returning home.
    Leon’s footsteps slowed to a
shuffle. Jack looked up and saw the man facing him, jogging in place.
    “You coming?”
    Jack looked back. A block or so,
then the open road. He already had a good thirty foot lead. If he sprinted he
might be able to lose the guy.
    “Well? We haven’t got all bloody
night.”
    Jack turned, started walking, sped
up to a jog. “Let’s go,” he said as he neared Leon.
     

CHAPTER 6
     
    Thornton leaned back in his chair,
rested the base of his skull on the ridge of the chair back. He stared down his
nose at the four men who cowered on the other side of the overbearing mahogany
desk. He looked