Gray covered it with his pistol.
Her grandmother scooted away from the trio of dogs fighting over their injured brethren, ripping and tearing at each other to the point it was impossible to tell which beast Gray had shot. Her movement was tracked by another two beasts, coming at her from opposite sides.
They would be too late.
Another two shots and one beast collapsed, sliding on its face. The other bullet only grazed the second dog. The injury seemed to pique its bloodl.u.s.t. It lunged at the fallen woman.
Rachel ran forward.
Gray"s gunshots had drawn more dogs. But committed now, there was no choice. He shot as he ran, dropping another two dogs, the last from only a yard away.
Before Rachel could reach her grandmother, the lunging dog struck. It s.n.a.t.c.hed her grandmother"s arm, raised in defense. It bit clean through thin bone and withered flesh and tugged the old woman to the ground.
There was no cry.
The dog slammed on top of her, striking for the throat.
Gray fired near Rachel"s ear, half deafening her. The impact knocked the beast aside, off the old woman"s chest. The dog"s body writhed and convulsed, a clean head shot...also their last.
The slide on Gray"s pistol jacked open.
Rachel dropped to her knees, reaching her grandmother. Blood pumped from the old woman"s severed arm. Rachel cradled the body.
Gray crouched with her. Seichan dropped too, lowering their silhouette.
Dogs fought all around them, and they were out of bullets.
Her grandmother stared up at her and spoke weakly in Italian, eyes glazed. "Mama...I"m sorry...hold me..."
A crack of a rifle and her grandmother jerked in her arms, shot through the chest. Rachel felt the bullet exit, grazing a line of fire under her own arm.
She stared up.
Thirty yards away, two gunmen stood beyond the iron portcullis gate.
The new blast drew off a few of the dogs.
Gray sought to use the distraction to retreat to the castle wall. Rachel followed, not letting go of her grandmother, dragging her along.
"Leave her," Gray urged.
Rachel ignored him, tears flowing, angry. Another rifle blast and a slug sparked off the stone a few feet away. Seichan reached down and helped carry her grandmother. Working together, they retreated faster.
At the gate, a pair of dogs struck the bars, gnashing at the gunmen, blocking their aim. But it wouldn"t last for long.
Reaching the relative shelter of the castle"s wall, Rachel collapsed over her grandmother"s body. They were still in direct view of the gate...but the entire courtyard was exposed. One of the dogs was blasted away from the portcullis. Another bullet pinged off the metal shutter of a window overhead.
Rachel, bent over her grandmother, finally freed the purse still hooked over her nonna nonna"s shoulder, a permanent fixture to the old woman. Rachel snapped the clasp, reached inside, and felt the b.u.t.t of cold steel.
She pulled out her grandmother"s heirloom.
The n.a.z.i P-08 Luger.
"Grazie, Nonna."
Rachel aimed toward the gate. She fixed her stand and let cold anger steady her grip. She squeezed the trigger...followed the recoil and fired again.
Both men fell.
Her focus widened-too late to stop the slavering beast leaping out of the smoke, muzzle snarled, teeth bared, going for her throat.
4:00 A A.M.
GRAY STIFF-ARMED Rachel to the side, knocking her down. He faced the monster and lifted his other arm. In his hand, he clutched a tiny silver canister. Rachel to the side, knocking her down. He faced the monster and lifted his other arm. In his hand, he clutched a tiny silver canister.
"Bad dog..."
He sprayed the beast point-blank in the nose and eyes.
The dog"s weight struck him, flattening him on his back.
The beast howled-not in bloodl.u.s.t, but searing agony. It rolled off Gray and writhed across the stone, grinding its face into the cobbles, pawing at its eyes.
But its sockets were already empty. Eaten away by the acid.
It rolled another two times, mewling.
Gray felt a twinge of discomfort. The dogs had been tortured into this savage state. It wasn"t their fault. Then again, perhaps any death was better than being under the thumb of Raoul.
The dog finally quieted and collapsed to the pavement.
But its tumult drew the eyes of a dozen others.
Gray glanced to Rachel.
"Six more shots," she answered.
Gray shook his canister. Not much left.
Seichan had her eyes on the skies. Then Gray heard it, too.
The thump-thump thump-thump of a helicopter. of a helicopter.
It winged up over the ridge and castle walls. Lights blazed down. Rotorwash stirred a whirlwind.
Dogs scattered in fear.
Seichan spoke above the roar. "Our ride"s here!"
A nylon ladder tumbled out an open door and struck the stones only a few yards off.
Gray didn"t care who it was as long as they were free of this b.l.o.o.d.y courtyard. He raced forward and waved Rachel up the ladder. One hand held the flailing ladder steady, the other took Rachel"s Luger.
"Up!" he ordered, leaning close to her. "I"ll hold "em off."
Rachel"s fingers trembled as he freed her gun. His eyes met hers. He recognized a well of horror and sorrow that went beyond the bloodshed here.
"You"ll be okay," he said, making it sound like a promise.
One he meant to keep.
She nodded, seeming to draw strength, and mounted the ladder.
Seichan went next, scrambling up behind her like a trapeze artist, even with her injured shoulder.
Gray followed last. He hadn"t needed to use the gun again. He shoved the Luger into the back of his belt and fled up the rope ladder. In moments, he was clambering into the cabin of the helicopter.
As the door was slammed behind him, Gray straightened to thank the person who had given him an arm and helped him inside.
The man wore a s.h.i.t-eating grin. "Hi, boss."
"Monk!"
Gray grabbed him in a bear hug.
"Watch the arm," his partner said.
Gray let him loose. Monk"s left arm was strapped to his body, and a leather guard sheathed the bandaged stump of his wrist. He looked well enough, but paler. Dark circles shadowed his eyes.
"I"m fine," Monk said, motioning him to sit and strap in as the helicopter sped away. "Just try keeping me out of the action."
"How...?"
"We locked on to your emergency GPS signal," he explained.
Gray pulled his seat harness over his shoulder and snapped it in place.
He stared at the other occupant of the cabin.
"Cardinal Spera?" Gray said, confusion in his voice.
Seichan sat next to him and answered, "Who do you think hired me?"
16.
THE DAEDALUS MAZE.
JULY 27, 4:38 A A.M.
AVIGNON, FRANCE.
AS THUNDER boomed beyond the palace, Kat waited for Vigor. The monsignor had gone down the firepit"s dark stairs fifteen minutes ago. boomed beyond the palace, Kat waited for Vigor. The monsignor had gone down the firepit"s dark stairs fifteen minutes ago.
To take a peek, he had said.
She shone her light down the stairs.
Where was he?
She considered following him, but caution kept her at her post. If he was in trouble, he would"ve yelled. She remembered the ramp sealing and trapping them under Saint Peter"s tomb. What if that happened here? Who would know where to look for them?
She maintained her post, but she dropped to a knee and called below, trying to keep her voice soft at the same time. "Vigor!"
Footsteps answered her, hurried, coming up from below. A glow suffused, then focused down into a flashlight. Vigor climbed to within a half-dozen stairs. He waved to her.
"You must see this!"
Kat took a deep breath. "We should wait for Gray and the others to call."
Vigor climbed another stair with a frown. "I"m as concerned as you, but there are surely other mysteries to solve down here. That is our purpose in being sent as an advance team. That is how we we help the others. The Dragon Court, Gray, and the others are all in Switzerland. It will be hours before they can get here. We should put the time to good use and not squander it." help the others. The Dragon Court, Gray, and the others are all in Switzerland. It will be hours before they can get here. We should put the time to good use and not squander it."
Kat considered his argument. She checked her watch again. She also remembered Gray"s admonishment about being too too cautious. But she was also d.a.m.n curious. cautious. But she was also d.a.m.n curious.
She nodded. "But we check back up here every quarter hour for any contact from Gray."
"Of course."
Kat shouldered her pack and waved him down. She left one of her cell phones by the firepit, to pick up any call coming in-and to leave at least one breadcrumb to follow if they became sealed and trapped below.
While she"d bend about being too cautious, she wasn"t foolhardy.
She left that to Gray.
Kat ducked below, following Vigor. The stairs led straight down for a fair shot, then turned upon themselves and headed even deeper. Oddly, the air smelled dry, rather than dank.
The steps ended at a short tunnel.
Vigor"s pace hurried.
From the hollow echo of the monsignor"s footsteps, Kat sensed that a larger cavern lay beyond. It was confirmed a moment later.
She stepped out onto a three-meter stone ledge. Their two lights cast wide swaths across the domed and vaulted s.p.a.ce, stretching above and below. It must have once been a natural cavity in the granite, but a great undertaking had transformed it.