Perfect Scoundrels (Heist Society #3)(68)

“Don’t worry, Uncle Roy. They’ll meet up with us in a bit. I had a little errand for them.” Then Kat seemed to notice the look on Garrett’s face. “What?” she asked him. “I thought you knew.… I have a very large family.”

“So?” The man choked out a laugh. “It doesn’t change anything. The prototype is gone, and I still know where all the Hale family skeletons are buried. If you try to follow me, your family will regret it.”

“No”—Hale stepped closer, leaning over the cowering man—“you don’t get it.” When the train began to slow again, Hale glanced out the window. “This is our stop.”

A moment later, several men with badges were walking toward the car. Kat actually waved at the woman leading the group.

“See,” she said, “that’s my friend at Interpol. I told her all about you, and she’s here to have a chat.”

But Garrett didn’t tremble. Instead, he actually huffed. “I’m an attorney, Miss Bishop. I haven’t broken any Swiss laws.”

Kat smiled. Hale chuckled. The two of them shared an Oh, isn’t he adorable glance before Hale said, “Then it’s a good thing we aren’t in Switzerland, isn’t it?”

“What…what do you mean?”

“There was a problem with the tracks, and we got diverted. We crossed the border into France twenty minutes ago.”

Outside, Angus and Hamish waved at their father through the window.

“You know my uncle Roy, but I don’t think you’ve met his sons.” Kat pointed at the pair through the glass. “What they do best is blow things up.”

“Things like train tracks,” Hale said.

“Mr. Garrett?” Amelia Bennett was walking down the aisle toward them. She didn’t even glance at Charlie or Eddie. She just gave a little nod to Kat and Hale, and turned her full attention to the man in the hat.

“I have some questions about the death of Hazel Hale, among other things.”

That Interpol’s senior liaison to the European Union was there that day to handle the matter was something no one really questioned. It was her tip. Her call. And if she chose not to interview the other people on the train, that too was her decision.

So the passengers of the 12:10 to Geneva were free to climb from the car and out onto the platform without a question or a doubt. And no one from Interpol said a word as perhaps the greatest thieves in the world walked out of the station and blew to the far corners of the earth.





Walking toward the private plane with Gabrielle and W. W. Hale the Fifth, Kat should have felt at least a little bit nostalgic. It was a familiar feeling, so she slipped her hand through his arm and tried to enjoy the moment—to tell herself that things were finally back to normal. But then Hale stopped.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m just trying to enjoy this while it lasts.”

“Why?” she said. “Are you planning on an early retirement?”

“No.” He shook his head and laughed. “It’s just that the jet belongs to Hale Industries, and Hale Industries is over.” He sighed. “But on the upside, I guess we’re getting ready to find out if you really only love me for my jet.”

“I might love you for your jet,” Gabrielle said, straight-faced.

He smiled at Kat. “What about you?”

“Yeah,” Kat said, nodding. “I guess that is the question.” She looked up at him, squinting through the bright, clear sun. “So…Hale Industries? You really think it’s over?”

Hale looked ahead, as if the jet wasn’t right in front of them, gleaming like a mirage.

“Without the prototype, yeah. I guess we can sell off all the pieces, but the company won’t go on. Funny. I didn’t think I’d miss it,” he said.

“But…”

“I think I might miss the possibility of it.”

“I’m your Colgan.” Kat didn’t know she’d said the words aloud until Hale spun on her, took her small shoulders in his hand.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m the thing you ran to when you wanted to try another life. I’m your big experiment. But in the end…maybe you were always meant to go back home.”

“Don’t say that. This isn’t some experiment I’m doing. I’m not running away.”

“Yes, Hale. You are. And that’s okay. It is,” she said when he gave her a look. “I just need you to know that if you ever want to go back home, you can. I did all this to make sure you always had a home to go back to.”

“What are you talking about, Kat?”

“I had to do everything, Hale. I had to try everything, so that’s why I…” Kat trailed off, but she looked at Gabrielle, who whistled.

The door of the jet slid down, but Kat couldn’t take her eyes off of Hale. She studied the silent, subtle changes in his expression as the woman from the train walked down the stairs and across the tarmac.

“Hale,” Kat said, “I don’t think you’ve ever met Gabrielle’s mom. Aunt Irina, this is Hale.”

He stared, dumbfounded, at the woman who was opening her arms. Gabrielle ran into them.