That’s right. Greta’s attention shifted to Makenna, and her expression lost its warmth. You must be the loner.
It doesn’t matter. No one should have tampered with it in the first place, least of all Cyrus Ironwood. And even though she already knew what his answer would be, she tried anyway: You could help me…find Nicholas and Sophia and the rest of your family. Apologize for tricking them into grieving for you.Appealing to a sense of honor only works if a person has one, Julian informed her. I’ll go with you as far as the Vatican, but—
She heard the crack of the gunshot and its echo as the bullet slammed into the water, sending up a spray of freezing water at them and rocking the boat. Both Etta and Julian ducked instinctively.The next bullet splashed down on the other side of the boat.Can’t you row any faster? Julian complained.
Can you try helping? she fired back, but Julian had already turned around to shout something at them in Russian.The next shot from the embankment hit the rim of the boat, splintering it so close to his hand that Julian yelped in alarm, and made as if to dive into the freezing river. Through the curtain of snow, Etta could just barely make out the men gathered there, one of whom was climbing down toward the other boat.
Why are they chasing us? he complained.
Thorn! one of them bellowed in an American accent. An Ironwood. Come back at once and you will be shown a measure of mercy!‘And what proof do we have he was going to sell them?’
‘Come on, boss. There were thousands!’‘And if he was intending to sell them, what part of our murder investigation does that come under?’ asked Erika.
‘Boss, Wilmslow is out on licence,’ said Peterson. ‘It’s got to be worth something. We still don’t know if he was responsible for the death of Gregory Munro. This will give us time to look into it more.’‘He’s not responsible for the death of Gregory Munro!’ snapped Erika.