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“I’m going to be sick,” Dimitri muttered.

“Then my work here is done,” Rachel said. “I have some phone calls to make. Callum, I’m using your office.” She slung her bag over the crook of her elbow. “Let me know what he tells you.”

“I don’t think I can go in there,” Joe said. “I might vomit.”

“I’ll do it.” Megan narrowed her eyes at the door.

“No,” all the men shouted together.

“I’ll go,” David said. As he passed Rachel, he inclined his head in a show of respect. “You ever want to change careers, let me know. There are governments who would kill to have you.”

“I know.” Rachel sailed past the team and headed for the stairs out of the basement. “Harvard?”

“Yeah, Princess?” he said, a smile on his face.

“Don’t get blood on that suit,” she told him. “I’d hate to have to throw it out.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

Callum’s office was on the ground floor, and Rachel nodded at his wife, Isobel, as she passed. Isobel, as usual, was royally screwing up her job as receptionist. This time by tormenting a courier with her complete lack of organization.

With a sigh, Rachel let herself into Callum’s office and brought out her phone. If David didn’t get the information they needed, she fully intended to inject Prentice’s tiny little balls all by herself. Harvard would hold him down for her. He understood her need to make predators suffer.

She was on her third call when the door opened and Harvard strode in.

“We know where he is,” he said. “You need to pack a bag, and the team need to borrow the plane.”

Rachel switched off her phone. “If they blow this one up, I will make them pay.” In more ways than one.

“I already told them.” He held the door open for her.

As she passed her husband, she stood on tiptoe to press a kiss to his lush mouth. “And that’s why you’re the only person on this planet that I can tolerate for more than five minutes at a time,” she said before sailing through the door.

“You’re such a liar,” he drawled.

“You wish.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Where exactly are we going?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“Which city are we under?” Ryan asked again when there was just confused silence from the other side of the tunnel.

“We are under Paris, of course,” the voice replied. “Are you ill? Injured? Have too much wine?”

There was laughter from the strangers, making Sarah wonder exactly how old they were.

“We’re in Paris,” she said to Ryan, as her brain worked a mile a minute trying to make sense of it all. “How did we even get here without passports?”

“Yeah, let’s worry about that part later,” Ryan said to her, before calling through the hole again. “We’re coming through.”

“We will be here,” was the reply.

“Come on, Stats, we’re getting out of here. I’ll lift you up, then climb in behind you. We’re crawling out.”

Oh, she didn’t like the sound of that at all. But as with everything else that’d happened since they’d entered the vast network of caves and tunnels under Paris, it seemed she didn’t have a choice.

“I’ll take the bag,” she said. “The straps are long enough to hook over my shoulder. And it would be best if you kept your hands free in case there’s trouble on the other side.”

“That’s my girl.” He stroked her cheek and looked like he wanted to kiss her all over again.