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    Final Chapter

    Story written on May 8, 2014 by skydancer.
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    “Do I open the one called “Bette”?” she asked. In the meantime, the man who’d called Bette cut into Bette’s curses, “You’ll notice that there won’t be any cell service in or around Paul’s penthouse.” Brom nodded his head at Bette’s raised eyebrow arched in a question mark directed at him.  His call to Mike

    “Do I open the one called “Bette”?” she asked.

    In the meantime, the man who’d called Bette cut into Bette’s curses, “You’ll notice that there won’t be any cell service in or around Paul’s penthouse.”

    Brom nodded his head at Bette’s raised eyebrow arched in a question mark directed at him.  His call to Mike had died also, just as Jules’ call to Tina.

    “What’s going on?” Bette asked, more calmly now.

    “Tell the driver to slow down.  He’s going to pick up a passenger in a red baseball cap and black windbreaker on the side of the road,” the man said quickly.

    “Jack,” Bette called out, “Pick up the man in the red baseball cap standing up ahead on the right over there.”

    Jack glanced at the rear view mirror at Bette, then looked at Brom who nodded imperceptibly.

    As he hit the brakes to stop right in front of the man, he looked at his side mirrors.  At this hour of a weekend morning, thankfully there was no one immediately behind him.

    The man opened the front passenger door while Brom slid over to the middle.

    “Etienne!” Brom exclaimed, as the man removed his ball cap, and smooth out his hair.

    “Oui, Monsieur Skinner,” the man who joined them said, with a thin smile.

    Spencer was signaling to Bette, mouthing, “Brace yourself!”

    “I’m assuming you have him?” the man on the phone asked, then paused and exclaimed, as Bette heard a muffled explosion on his end of the call.

    “What is this?!” the man shouted into the phone.  “How did you find me?!”

    Confused, Bette asked, “What?”  She raised her eyebrows at Spencer also, mouthing the same question to him.

    Jack flashed his lights to signal to the armored vehicle in front to speed up slightly as he glanced to his right, and saw a semi-truck accelerating, leaving JFK boulevard towards the onramp to merge into the Lincoln Tunnel West roadway they were on, intending to merge.

    Brom had turned to face Etienne, who had begun to yell at him, just as the man on the phone with Bette was.  Brom was yelling back, “It’s not us!! It’s not us!!”

    Jack, normally unflappable even in the middle of gunfire, felt his nervous system rev up.  With his right hand, he surreptitiously unclipped the snap of the combat knife strapped to Brom’s back.  In the cramped space of the front seat of the Hummer, there was little space to maneuver for any of the well-muscled men sitting up front, so no one would be able to pull a gun.  But Jack would be able to get to Brom’s knife in case a fight would break out.  All his instincts were telling him one was about to, possibly in the next few seconds.

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    5. OH NO YOU DIDN”T? You have just dropped this chapter on us and ran. Was the woman carrying the attackers in her heavy roller bags? Etienne is a traitor to Bette? How did Paul get in this mess? Nazi coverup because of papers Raoul left Bette? Tina is ok? Bette is hurt? Is George tied upon this strike? Have Mike and Brom failed to keep their promise? What a mess you have to resolve! Get busy and post again soon.

      • Haha, I think that magicspider covered pretty much everything.

        Very exciting stuff, and enjoyable too. I hope the next book is coming soon.

        Thank you!

    10. And now for the conclusion to our story…….? No good person would leave all of us hanging ……of course someone else described you as evil! I will not be able to sleep tonight worried about what is happening to the girls….

    11. ahhhh…epilogue on the way! That’s good – or else we send Jimmy two toes over to see you! Very exciting – but confusing to say the least! Who….what?! Wow!

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