HERE WAS nothing. No ships visible certainly, but not even a light on the water that would indicate one was close by. And to impede matters more, a fog was rolling in from off the strait. Shaw stood and looked over at the others and then at the rocks below. “We can climb down there, hide until something comes along.”

The other three looked wearily up at him. “Postpone the inevitable?” said Whit.

“I like to think of it as securing a defensive position. At least then he has to come down and try and take us.”

“Or stand up here on the high ground and pick us off one by one,” pointed out Reggie. “We never even saw from where he shot Rice. But it was a hell of a long way away.”

“You have a better idea?” asked Katie.

Reggie toed the rock with her sneaker. “Not really, no.”

Shaw looked back at where they had come from. “What are you thinking?” asked Reggie.

“He outmaneuvered us once. I’d like to return the favor this time.”

“How? He has every tactical and strategic advantage.”

Whit added, “And he has guns and dogs that would make the Hound of the Baskervilles seem like a bleeding Pekinese.”

Shaw squatted down, thought about this. He looked at the lightening sky. “The fog could help us hide.”

Reggie nodded. “It could, but chances are pretty good the sun will burn it off and then we’re exposed again. And while we can probably make our way down those rocks, I don’t see us making our way back up. And there’s not a lot of cover down there. We could be halfway down and he could stand up here and pick us off.”

“Only good thing about that,” said Whit, “is that the dogs won’t be able to get down there to have a nice dinner.”

Katie stood. “Jesus, people, Shaw is trying to think of a way to get us out of here and all you can do is—”

Shaw put a hand over her mouth and looked around. They all heard it. Something was moving to the right and above them. Shaw motioned to the others to follow him. They set off to the left, away from the noise.

“Look, Shaw!” said Reggie, pointing back.

They all stood still, watching as it snaked down the cliff. A rope with a bag attached. It reached the bottom and the rope went slack, the plastic bag fell over on its side.

“Take it,” said a voice.

They all looked up.

Pascal was standing at the top of the cliff.

Shaw and Whit automatically held up their knives.

Pascal grinned and shook his head. The fog was rolling in faster now, almost obscuring him. “Take it. It will help you.”

Watching him closely, Shaw moved cautiously toward the bag. When he reached it and saw what was inside it, his jaw slackened in amazement. He pulled out the gun and the cell phone.

Pascal said, “The phone is fully juiced. You have full bars. There is a cell tower that Mr. Waller had put in a mile from here. Call whoever you need to. And its GPS chip is activated.”

“Why are you doing this?” Shaw asked.

“He wants me to drive you that way,” said Pascal, pointing back the way they had come. “About a mile from here where the two trails converge. There is high ground to the west. If I had to guess, he will be there waiting.”

“You haven’t answered my question.” Shaw automatically checked the gun to make sure the mag was loaded and all critical elements were in working order.

Surprisingly, Pascal looked over at Reggie and Whit. “I hoped you would’ve killed him in Gordes. The information I passed on to your colleagues I thought was sufficient. But Rice got in the way. He followed you,” Pascal said, pointing at Reggie. “To the church.”

“You were our inside contact?” asked Reggie in amazement.

“Damn,” added Whit, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I didn’t know what Rice had discovered until it was too late. I went with him to the church thinking I might be able to help you somehow.” He looked at Shaw. “Then he showed up and you no longer needed help from me.”

“You wanted Waller dead?” asked Reggie.

“He was Fedir Kuchin when my mother knew him. I’m Greek and he visited us there on holiday from Ukraine when I was little.”

“You knew him when you were a boy?” asked Katie.

“You could say that. He was my father, though he was never much of a father. And he left my mother to die with nothing. We Greeks do not forgive or forget that. He believes I do not know who he really is. He does not think I am smart enough to figure it all out. He thinks I believe he simply came to Greece and rescued a poor orphaned boy. It’s true he gave me food and shelter and trained me. But he still is the reason my mother died, and so nothing he did could ever make up for that.”

Shaw looked down at the gun. “What is this for?”

“So you will have a chance.”

Whit called out, “Why don’t you just kill him yourself?”

“I have my reasons. And he is my father. I will take care of the others. And the dogs too. You take care of him. Good luck,” he added curtly.

The next moment Pascal was gone.

They all eyed each other.

“What do you think?” said Katie. “Do you believe this is legit?”

Shaw fingered the gun. “Legit enough for him to give us a real weapon and a communication line. And let’s just take care of that right now.” He punched in a number. Frank’s sleepy voice answered.

“I’ve got one minute to explain, Frank, and then I need you to move like you’ve never moved in your whole damn life.”

Shaw told Frank what he needed to hear and then clicked off. He fingered the gun and glanced at Katie. “You and Reggie stay here with Whit. I’ll take the gun and kill the guy. Then I’ll come back for you.”

“It’s not just him, Shaw, he has other people,” said Reggie. “You may need help.”

“You heard Pascal, he’ll take care of the others.”

Whit shook his head. “Yeah, but he’s only one guy. They might kill him. And then there’s the bleeding dogs. I can go with you. The ladies can stay here and wait for us to come back.”

Reggie said, “We’ve been together this whole time. I don’t see any reason to break us up now.”

“I agree,” said Katie. “All or none.”

“Tactically, that makes no sense,” retorted Shaw. “If we’re all together it just makes his job that much easier.”

“Or harder,” said Reggie. “Depending on your perspective.”

“Okay, why can’t we all stay here and wait for Frank to come?” asked Whit.

“Because if we do Kuchin will just come to us. Even by plane or chopper it’ll take Frank awhile to get here.”

“We can ambush him here.”

“The ground here is not good. We’re sitting ducks. Look how easily that guy snuck up on us. If I go back there where he’s expecting us, but hit it from a different angle, I may be able to get the jump on him. And he’s not expecting me to have a gun.”

“We’re not staying behind, Shaw,” said Katie. “I finally found you, so I’m not letting you go that easily.”

Reggie looked at Shaw and added, “I’m coming too.”

Shaw eyed Whit for support, but the Irishman merely shrugged helplessly. “I’ve never won an argument with a woman in my life. And I don’t think I’m going to start a winning streak with these two.”

Shaw sighed deeply and, holding the gun ready, he set off. The others followed right behind.