The doors to the Ritz Paris finally opened and discharged a trio of figures. In the center strode Claude, dressed again in tweeds, but he’d donned a rakish hat to shadow his features, clearly as cautious as Seichan about this very public meeting. It would not be good for him to be found associated with a Guild assassin-turned-traitor. He was flanked by two massive men in black suits and long overcoats, surely hiding an arsenal of weapons within those folds.
Claude offered her the barest nod of greeting.
She stepped around to the rear of the sedan to meet him. She kept her hands in the open, offering no threat. Claude motioned for the two men to stay on the curb as he joined her at the back of the car. He carried a black leather Louis Vuitton briefcase.
The historian squinted up into the bright sky, shading his eyes with his free hand. "It is noon, and Paris still stands. I assume that means Luc Vennard’s plan failed, his great purge quashed." Seichan shrugged. By now, Renny’s cataflics, the elite police of that subterranean world, were likely scouring the catacombs, accompanied by the city’s demineurs, their bomb squads.
"And what of Monsieur Vennard?" Claude asked.
"Dead." A small smile of satisfaction graced his features.
He glanced to the darkened windows of the sedan.
"And according to your brief phone call, you rescued my son." Seichan stepped to the rear of the Peugeot sedan and pressed the zero in the silver 508 emblem beside the taillight. The hidden button popped open the trunk.
Within its roomy interior lay Gabriel Beaupre, his limbs bound with duct tape and a ball gag secured in place with her own cashmere scarf. Gabriel winced at the sudden brightness, then struggled when he spotted his father.
Interrupting the family reunion, Seichan slammed the trunk closed. She didn’t want anyone passing by to note what was happening. Neither did Claude, who raised no objections to her abrupt gesture. He dared not attempt to free his bound son from the trunk in such a public space.
"As you can see, Gabriel is fine," she said, and held up the sedan’s electronic fob. "And here is the key to his freedom." Claude reached for it-but she pulled her hand away.
Not so fast.
She tugged down her jacket’s collar and exposed the steel one beneath it.
"What about this?" She also nodded over to Renny, who still had his scarf in place. "An exchange of keys.
Your son’s freedom for ours." "Oui. That was the deal. I am a man of my word." He reached into a pocket and removed a hotel key card. He placed it on the top of the trunk. "Inside your hotel room, you will find what you need to free yourselves." He must have read the suspicion on her face and smiled sadly.