Mercedes slid into view and stopped. The driver watched from the darkness of the cab.
Maddy looked behind her and quickly shuffled into the car seat before Grant had responded. “Please, I’m being followed.”
The cab light in the Mercedes lit up. Sitting in the driver’s seat, Rudy nodded across at Grant.
“It’s not you that’s in danger,” Grant told her.
“You don't know me, but I believe I know the kind of man you are. I'm gambling that you would never dismiss a woman in distress. Please.”
Leaving the engine idling, Rudy climbed out of the car.
A non-descript black sedan crept forward between him and Grant's Toyota.
The man behind the wheel gave Rudy a long hard stare as he slowed his car to a stop.
Rudy coolly returned the stare. He reached down into the pocket of his jacket.
The sedan pulled abruptly away.
Rudy’s fingers loosened from around the hidden switchblade in his pocket as he watched the sedan sail down the ramp leading to the exit of the garage. When he finally looked over to Grant's parking space, he found the Toyota gone.
“Shit!”
13
A thin misty rain had begun to fall as the Toyota pulled to a stop at the airport’s small police substation.
Maddy peered out her window. “What’s this?”
“Airport police. You'll be safe here,” Grant replied, glancing into his rear-view mirror.
“No-no-no,” Maddy said, stiffening anxiously. “Look, I know you think this will help, but you just don't know what these people are capable of.”
“They aren't after you. Trust me when I say...”
The black sedan screeched to a stop just in front of them, effective cutting Grant off. Grant watched with trepidation as two men in black raincoats emerged from the car.
“Maybe you should just go ahead and get out now,” Grant urged his passenger.
Maddy closed her eyes and lowered her head.
“Are you okay?” Grant asked her.
“First, get the door. Wait. Wait.”
Grant studied her with steadily growing concern. “Ma’am, what’s wrong?” he asked.
The taller of two men appeared at Grant's window, motioning for him to lower it.
Grant tried to get a good look at the man’s face, but the rain on his window partnered with the fog on the window from the heat inside the cabin, made it difficult for him to focus.
“These people are not interested in you. Just open the door and go to the police right outside,” Grant attempted to reassure Maddy. “Can you hear me?”
Maddy blindly reached out and put her hand on the handle of her door. She shook her head twice, then suddenly nodded resolutely. “Got it!” she snapped, opening her eyes and turning to Grant. “How do you feel about guns, Grant?”
“G-Guns?” Grant stared at her with confusion. “Did you just call me by my name?”
Just outside Maddy’s window, a uniformed police officer in a green rain coat stepped out of the substation.
The tall man in the black raincoat knocked loudly on Grant’s window. “Sir, will you step out of the car, please?” he asked in a low muffled voice.
Grant wiped his hand across the window to try and see more clearly, but it didn’t seem to help. The rain gave the man outside a foggy appearance.
Grant cranked his window down a crack. “She doesn’t have anything to do with any of this,” he called out. “I'll go along quietly to see your boss if you just let this woman go. Okay?”
The man seemed to look past Grant.
Through her own window, Maddy watched as the other Blank Man showed a uniformed police officer what looked like a badge. Unlike Grant, she could see the man outside very clearly.
“Step out of the car, sir,” the man on Grant’s side commanded.
“Grant, no!” Maddy snapped.
Grant pushed open the door, giving Maddy a discreet nod as he slid out.
The man stepped back slightly to allow Grant to climb out, then rushed forward, twisting his arm behind his back and effortlessly pressing him chest-first against the roof