DAWN. BELROUX WAS just another tranquil Loire Valley village. The car drove slowly on the road that tracked the Loire River. It missed the turnoff for Le Domaine the first time, then doubled back and slowly drove into the entrance, over the gravel, which made more noise than was desirable.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9RT3tqQ0Wl
The sun was just emerging over the horizon. The trip had taken longer than expected. Darkness would have been better, but there was nothing that could be done about that right now.
He surveyed the surroundings. Highly doubtful that Mischa was in one of the cottages. That would require a passport and probably a credit card. Presumably, she had neither of those. But that conclusion was quantified by the cold fact that underestimating Mischa Barton had been a hazardous practice indeed.
Still, logic dictated that the cottages were a last option. Especially because there was a pretty obvious alternative----the large tract of forest covering one end of the grounds. There would be any number of places to stow away in there.
He sighed. The forest was sizeable. This could take a while. And with each passing moment the damn sun peeked higher over the horizon and lit up more of the countryside. For obvious reasons, he preferred to find Mischa asleep.
He reflexively patted his belt, reassuring himself that his gun was still there. Then he began walking. He found a stone path that wound around a pond and disappeared from the trees. A nature walk, or something like that. He took the steps lightly, on the balls of his feet, holding a Maglite flashlight but not turning it on. He didn't want to signal his arrival any more than necessary.
He stopped, turned on the flashlight, and swept it quickly over a patch of trees. Nothing. He turned it back off. Kept walking.
The path started to curve, tapering away from a large swath of forest. He stopped and tried to get his bearings. The path covered a lot of ground, but not all of it. Part of the natural forest was preserved.
There were two acres of forest to his left, where no hotel resident was invited or expected to tread.
If it were me, he thought to himself, that's where I'd hide.
He drew his gun, crouched down, and listened. Then he left the path and walked into the thick trees. He moved slowly, reluctant to bring his body weight down on the crunchy leaves. He used the flashlight sparingly, just enough to wave light over an area before clicking it back off. He repeated the procedure many times---gentle steps forward, wave the flashlight, click off.
His hand jumped as the circle of yellow light hit something. He took a breath. Paused. Flashed the light again over the same area. 367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP33rRZNzb4
It was mostly hidden behind a tree trunk. But he could make out a small portion of it.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGjQpCuFI66
Hair. A woman's hair. A sleeping bag.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3fyDjcf14H
Mischa!367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgPVUlPdKiF
He shuffled forward, keeping the flashlight trained on the sleeping bag, not her head. The light on her head might awaken her, and he didn't know how she might react. But the sleeping bag didn't have eyes. It allowed him to monitor her movements without alerting her. Or so he hoped.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZcusYl2qF9
He got within ten yards. Mischa hadn't stirred. Eight yards. Five yards. Close enough now so that it didn't really matter if she reacted----he'd be on top of her.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz3uOlBJAiP
He moved right, to get a better angle, to see the rest of what the tree obscured. He shined the light again. The whole sleeping bag. She was asleep.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ56xAPTpoIF
He crouched down. Moved toward her.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSlF9PsHOAU
But something about the hair----it wasn't.....367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLvTtex0Ab6
A wig! It was a wig, lying atop a gym bag, stuffed inside the sleeping bag. A nice diversion, he thought, as his instincts kicked in and told him to move, but it was too late.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnyolI7TJd4
"Don't move," came a voice from behind him. "I've got a gun and I'll damn well use it."367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7xU5MuImLx
He froze in place, like an action-figure doll, his legs spread apart, his arms out and poised for movement. Well played, Mischa, he thought.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBNd4apoXwW
"Turn your head, and only your head, around toward me."367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4m6abUDUvE
He turned and squinted as the beam of a flashlight blinded him.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIBb7578mC9
"Fancy meeting you here, Drake," Mischa said.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNj4JOtfUbv
