Chapter Forty-Eight
Sophia held an instant ice pack over her ankle. It wasn’t broken but it was in pretty bad shape. Denton was leaning against the motel room door, watching her.
‘How did you find us?’ she said.
‘All I had to do was sit and wait. I knew you would come.’
‘How long have you known I was in the country?’
‘Since the Fifth Column shot down those cargo planes in New York,’ Denton said. He nodded at DC. ‘This is a reunion I couldn’t afford to miss.’
‘We could’ve,’ DC said.
‘I never had the chance to congratulate you,’ Denton said to DC. ‘Smuggling those scientists out on a submarine, very clever. Without you, the Akhana never would’ve been possible.’
DC said nothing.
Nasira was holding her pistol in one hand, her gaze locked on Denton. Chickenhead was sitting on the end o
