I’m great in bed.”

Creed laughs. “I knew that already.”

“No you didn’t.”

“You had Jack’s house, credit card, and a huge stack of cash. You survived a physical assault from Darryl Rhodes and a bombing that leveled half the neighborhood.”

She laughs. “All of which tells you I’m good in bed?”

“The evidence screams it.”

“Well, how can we argue against the evidence?”

“We can’t. So tell me your real name.”

“Ask me something else.”

“The guy that fired the missile from the lake. The terrorist.”

“What about him?”

“He wrote BWC on the bodies of three survivors.”

“So?”

“Any idea what it means?”

“If I tell you, will you promise to rescue Jack?”

“Does it count if he’s dead?”

“No.”

“If he’s alive, I’ll rescue him. If not, I’ll recover him.”

“Because we can.”

“Excuse me?”

“That’s what BWC stands for.”

“Because we can? What does that mean?”

“I’m not sure. But Ryan says it’s going to be a household saying.”

“Ryan?”

“That’s his first name.”

“When’s he planning to strike?”

“Soon.”

“Shit.”

“Save Jack. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Emma?”

“Yeah?”

“I will find Jack. But hang onto your phone.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re at the airport hotel, Memphis, Tennessee, Room 232, and I’ve got an agent stationed outside your door. You’re not going anywhere till I get there. You’re going to help your country find this prick, Ryan, and I’ll make it worth your while by keeping you out of prison.”

She hangs up, runs to the door, opens it, sees a giant man standing there.

He smiles. “Hi Emma.”

She does a double-take.

Then smiles back and says, “I’ll be damned! Frank Sturgis.”

He says, “What are the chances?”

They hug.

She says, “You still driving the cab?”

“I am. And you’re still on the run?”

“Yup. Give me a lift?”

“Let’s talk a minute first.”

“I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“I know. But you may be in over your head this time. Can I tell you why?”

“Okay. But afterward, if I still want a ride?”

“I’ll take you where you want to go.”

“Thanks, Frank.”

As they enter her room his phone rings. He listens a while, then says, “Yes sir.”

When he hangs up, she asks, “Was that Donovan Creed?”

Frank nods.

“Is he really with Homeland Security?”

“Not exactly. But he kills terrorists for them.”

“But you can handle him.”

“No one can handle Creed. He’s the most dangerous person on earth.”

“You’re exaggerating. I just spoke to him twice. He’s all talk.”

“When Creed’s in Pamplona, the bulls run from him.”

She stares at him a minute. “I don’t have any idea what that means.”

“It means, don’t fuck with him.”

She laughs.

“I’m serious, Emma.”

“Call me Jill.”

“Why?”

“It’s my real name.”

He nods. “Thanks for sharing that. From what I gather, you’ve had quite a week.”

“Can I be frank?”

“No. I’m Frank.”

“Funny. But yeah, you might say I’ve had a rough week. I’ve been drugged, bound, robbed, kidnapped, and attacked by four drunken gay deer hunters.