Relic Hunter: Spear of Destiny

Chapter Four Off to Paris

Chapter 4     Off to Paris

     
    Finn pressed his foot down hard on the accelerator and glanced in his rearview mirror as the remaining of Drakes men ran to their cars.

    “Hold on,” he said.  He jerked is car to the left and went down a narrow alley.  He watched the car follow and he shifted gears.  Horns blared as he dodged oncoming traffic while taking a sharp right.

    “Are you trying to get us killed?” Gemma shouted slamming into the door nearly hitting her head on the window.

    “No, but those men in that car are,” he said pressing hard on the accelerator weaving in and out of traffic.  The three black sedan’s were falling farther behind.  Suddenly Finn took a sharp right then a sharp left skidding sideways into an alley.

    “Where did you learn to drive.  The Indianapolis Five Hundred.?”

    The saw the three black cars zoom pass.

    “Your safe aren’t you.” Finn grinned at her.

    Gemma turned away.  He’s really got to stop doing that. “We have to stop by my apartment.  I need a change of clothes and a few other things.”

    “That might not be a good ideal.” Finn said glancing at her. “If they found my apartment then they must have be looking for yours.  They could have even have found it by now.”

    “I’m not that easy to find.”

    “Jonathan Drake is not someone to mess around with.  If he wants to find you then he will.”  Finn pulled out of the alley.

    “I think it’s a little too late for that.  Besides, he’s not going to find me that easy.  Turn right at the next corner.”

    “What makes you so hard to find?”

    “I’m a ghost.” she quipped.  “Go straight for three blocks then turn left at the stop light.  Pull into that parking garage.”

    “A Ghost.”  Finn laughed as he turned the corner.  “Where is the parking garage?”

    “See that opening,” Gemma pointed to an opening at the side of a run down building.  Finn pulled into the garage with ease.  He flipped on the car’s headlights as he maneuvered the car around the turns.

    “Go to level two and park by the elevator.  Let’s just say Drake won’t find it easy to find anything on me.”

    “Why,” Finn asked, pulling next to the elevator.  Theirs were the only car on this level.  “You have your own parking level?”

    “I have a lot of things,” Gemma said while walking to the elevator. 
    Finn quickly followed.

    Once the doors closed the elevator shot to the top.  When it came o a stop Finn waited for the doors to slide open but instead Gemma took out a key and stuck it into the lock next to the buttons and the back of the elevators opened to what could only be describe as a luxurious palace.  “Wow!”

    Gemma looked over her shoulder, “What can I say.  I like nice things.”

    Finn looked around the apartment then whistled.  “I must be in the wrong business.”

    Gemma smiled. “My dad was very successful.”  She grabbed a satchel and headedl to the bathroom.  “Make yourself at home.  Be back in a sec,”she called over her shoulder.

    Once in the bathroom she took off her cape and slung it on the floor and heard a loud clunk.  Curious, she bent down and searched the lining until she found a black pouch. She stared at it weighing it in her hand.  She had forgotten about the pouch in her haste to get away from Drake.  She pulled opened the drawl string when Finn pounded on the door. “What’s taking you so long.  We need to get moving.”