Delta: A Spy Novel

Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten

♣         Josh          ♣

            I thought I’d been through a lot that day already. But the sight of Astrid and Pierre making out in an alleyway so close to Decrioux’s men was enough to get a perfect stranger’s blood boiling. He had her pushed up against the wall, her hands around his neck and their lips locked together.

I tried not to turn to the nearest pothole and puke. Not that I particularly cared, of course, I wasn’t jealous of Pierre, but still… I mean, come on, guys, a little more discipline on in a life or death situation would be appreciated. This meant not kissing in an alleyway with men with murder on their minds behind us.

And I thought I had it bad? – I looked at Charlie, whose face had suddenly gone rigid as we ducked into that fated alley. He stopped dead, his grey eyes darkening, and I wished I could be anywhere else on earth, anywhere.

            “Um, Charlie,” I began cautiously, but he ignored me. He stalked up to the two of them and said forcibly,

            “Hate to be little mister rain cloud here, but you think maybe we should get out of here?”

            They pulled apart. Pierre had the grace to look slightly embarrassed; he avoided Charlie’s glower. Astrid, still completely oblivious to Charlie’s jealousy, looked dazed. “Oh. Right,” she said, letting go of Pierre. “Right. Well, what are we going to do?”

            I approached the group. Astrid was dressed like a Catholic school girl, and I supposed she had used her usual initiative to find a suitable disguise. Choking down laughter – she really did look so sweet – I raised an eyebrow at her and said, “Astrid, I’m loving that outfit. You look so cute… so innocent… so…”

“All right, I get it,” she snapped, blushing slightly. “Answer the question.”

“Well, I agree with Charlie. We need to get out of here. We’ll have to risk using the car–”

            “But they can track it,” Pierre pointed out.

            “– it’s the only way,” I finished grimly. “We don’t have any other method of transportation.” Once again, I cursed myself. We should have thought ahead, we should have been more prepared! It really wasn’t like us to be this disorganized. “The parking lot’s at the back of the hotel,” I informed them tersely, beginning to walk out of the alley with the others following. “So one of us has to get it, and bring it to the back of this alley.”