The Equalisers. Debra Webb

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      Avnery gave Spencer the grand tour of the suite of offices that made up the third floor of the building. He pretended to be impressed. But mostly he was worried about the woman hiding in the restroom downstairs.

      He was supposed to protect Willow Harris.

      They’d barely arrived in-country and already he’d made a strategic error.

      Maybe all the booze had stolen his edge.

      The idea that Willow might have to pay the price for his two-year layover in hell twisted like concertina wire in his gut.

      WILLOW WORKED hard to slow her breathing.

      She’d almost lost control there for a minute.

      How did she know that man?

      She’d definitely met him before. The way he moved. That harsh profile, long, wide nose… jutting chin.

      Think!

      Okay, calm down.

      Pushing off the bathroom door, she started to pace in front of the line of stalls.

      Black hair. Maybe five-eight or nine. Medium build.

      She rubbed at her forehead as if that would help. It didn’t. The familiarity was there. She knew him. But how?

      If she knew his name… maybe that would help her remember.

      Willow stopped in mid-step. Surely his name would trigger the right synapse.

      Before reason had kicked in she’d made it to the door.

      Anders had told her to stay in here until he came back for her.

      But what if he was in danger?

      What if this was a setup?

      Khaled might have found out she was here with Anders and sent that man in place of the real estate man they were supposed to meet. No, that couldn’t be right. Anders had contacted this guy. Hadn’t he?

      This was ridiculous!

      She couldn’t hide in this restroom like this.

      Going out there and getting this guy’s name was the right thing to do. Then she would know for sure. She refused to be a coward.

      Willow pulled the door open before she could change her mind. The lobby remained empty. The typical workweek ran from Sunday through Wednesday, there wouldn’t be that much business going on today.

      That was to her benefit.

      Taking care to restrain her stride, she made the nerve-wracking journey to the reception desk. The man behind the counter looked up, but he didn’t ask if he could help her.

      “My husband is viewing the suite of offices on the third floor. I thought I might visit the gallery across the street.”

      The man stared, didn’t even blink.

      Keep going. “Would you mind taking a message for my husband so he knows where I am when he comes down?”

      “One moment.”

      While he rounded up a pen and paper, she covertly read the final two names on the register. Spencer Anders. Yuri Avnery.

      The name didn’t ring a bell.

      “At the gallery across the street?” the clerk confirmed.

      She nodded. “I’ll be waiting there.”

      “I will see that he receives your message.”

      Willow thanked him and turned to face the front entrance. It wasn’t like she could not go now. She’d told the clerk she was going. It had been the only way she could think of to get a look at the register. Maybe if she’d had time to plan an excuse she would have come up with something better.

      It didn’t matter now. She had to go.

      Anders would probably yell at her.

      But keeping their cover intact was too important to screw it up with a misstep this trivial.

      She could do this.

      It wasn’t a big deal.

      All she had to do was walk out the door and across the street. There was little traffic on the street and even fewer pedestrians. The chances of running into anyone she knew from before were about the same as winning the lottery.

      Maybe a little less than that, but the basic concept was the same.

      Concentrating on making her decision happen, she put one foot in front of the other. No looking back. No hesitating. Just do it.

      She exited the building and didn’t stop until she’d reached the street. When the unexpected surge in traffic passed, she crossed the street.

      It wasn’t until she’d gotten inside the door of the gallery that she could breathe again.

      Thank God.

      The shop owner glanced up at the tinkle of the bell and announced, “Aa-salaam-aleikum!” Peace be with you.

      “Aleikum salaam,” popped out of her mouth before she’d considered the repercussions of responding at all. Would the typical American tourist know to say this traditional Muslim greeting? Possibly. It was on the Internet. Everything was on the Internet these days.

      Besides, she’d said it. There was no taking it back now.

      Stop being paranoid, she railed silently. She hadn’t been here in nearly a year. She had never been in this gallery. Kuwait was a bustling city. It wasn’t like she had to worry about running into someone from her past life around every corner. She hadn’t even known that many people.

      She might not even know the man with Anders right now. Anxiety and panic could be playing tricks with her mind.

      So she did what all Americans were famous for doing when traveling, she browsed and made all kinds of comments to herself as well as the shop owner and she even gasped from time to time at the lovely artwork. Willow felt certain the man was rolling his eyes behind her back.

      Paintings, sculpture, pottery. She studied each piece in painstaking detail, anything to keep her mind focused on something other than the man across the street.

      Eventually his name intruded.

      Yuri Avnery.

      She called his image to mind. What precisely was so familiar about him?

      The way he moved for sure.

      His whole СКАЧАТЬ