He’d be pissed that she didn’t tell him where she was going this morning. She knew it wasn’t fair. After all he’d done she should have at least left him a note.
Would the Sophia Project guys be there? Is that where they’d try to apprehend her? Could they really exercise that kind of power? Even in a foreign country?
She shook the thought off, as it only served to unsettle her. She needed to concentrate. She needed to stay focused and not worry about men in business suits, fedora hats and globs of gel in their hair. They’d come when they came and she would deal with it then.
The sun beat down on her as she walked. Another cloudless day in lovely Budapest, Hungary. And another body murdered.
Armond Stuart, I’m coming for you.
But could she do it? Would she do it? Back to that debate. Was it murder when he was just standing there? How about when he was just standing there in the Mormon Temple a few months back? Would it have been murder then? His female victims were being held captive. Armond was waiting for the right price before he’d sell those innocent teenage girls into sex slavery. He shot Sarah that day. Why can’t she just shoot him back? Make it even. She’d be the better shot. Once Armond was dead no more little girls could be kidnapped, shipped overseas and sold to horny old men.
Once Armond was dead the world would be a better place.
Besides, it was her duty. If she wasn’t supposed to do it then why would Vivian send her to the Great Market Hall? Why tell her where Armond would be in the first place? Why not abandon this and start saving people’s lives again? If she wasn’t supposed to kill Armond, then why was she here?
She got close to the front doors, looked in the reflection of a large window, saw nothing of interest and then entered the Hall.
For a Thursday the market was busy. She edged to the side of the hall and began walking the length of the tables. People shouted back and forth in Hungarian. Young and old bustled about carrying their items and searching for more, always looking for a better deal. The smell of food assailed her nose.
What a place to hold a murder. There would be too many witnesses. Sarah knew she would have to follow Armond outside and wait for the right opportunity.
In the meantime she had to stay on the lookout for too many things. First she had to find a gorilla. The note said that Armond would be by “the red Ape” at 2:12pm. She also had to watch for Parkman. If he saw her first, he would be the only one who could easily see through her new look. He’d studied her for years. He would know the curve of her face, her gait as she walked. Although he was the only cop she trusted, he was also the one who would try to stop her if she got the chance to execute the vermin. Keeping him at a distance around 2:12pm today was better for the both of them.
The only other people to watch for would be the American government men and the Hungarian police, although no one could predict where she’d be this afternoon. It was unlikely anyone other than Parkman would show.
Unless he woke up, saw she was gone and called in the police to help find her. Or told them where she’d be at 2:12pm today?
He wouldn’t do that, she assured herself. Not Parkman. Not after all they’d been through? Never.
Sarah had walked to the middle of the Market Hall and seen no Ape of any kind, let alone a red one.
She continued on. Maybe it was at a booth? Or along another section.
Wherever it was, Sarah knew that “the red Ape” was here. Vivian wouldn’t send her on a wild goose chase.
A clock on the wall said it was getting close to 2:00pm. She was running out of time.
Another check behind her. No one seemed to be following or monitoring her in any way. Everything was going perfectly. She just had to find the Ape.
In five minutes she’d reached the end of the hall. There had been no ape. She
Would the Sophia Project guys be there? Is that where they’d try to apprehend her? Could they really exercise that kind of power? Even in a foreign country?
She shook the thought off, as it only served to unsettle her. She needed to concentrate. She needed to stay focused and not worry about men in business suits, fedora hats and globs of gel in their hair. They’d come when they came and she would deal with it then.
The sun beat down on her as she walked. Another cloudless day in lovely Budapest, Hungary. And another body murdered.
Armond Stuart, I’m coming for you.
But could she do it? Would she do it? Back to that debate. Was it murder when he was just standing there? How about when he was just standing there in the Mormon Temple a few months back? Would it have been murder then? His female victims were being held captive. Armond was waiting for the right price before he’d sell those innocent teenage girls into sex slavery. He shot Sarah that day. Why can’t she just shoot him back? Make it even. She’d be the better shot. Once Armond was dead no more little girls could be kidnapped, shipped overseas and sold to horny old men.
Once Armond was dead the world would be a better place.
Besides, it was her duty. If she wasn’t supposed to do it then why would Vivian send her to the Great Market Hall? Why tell her where Armond would be in the first place? Why not abandon this and start saving people’s lives again? If she wasn’t supposed to kill Armond, then why was she here?
She got close to the front doors, looked in the reflection of a large window, saw nothing of interest and then entered the Hall.
For a Thursday the market was busy. She edged to the side of the hall and began walking the length of the tables. People shouted back and forth in Hungarian. Young and old bustled about carrying their items and searching for more, always looking for a better deal. The smell of food assailed her nose.
What a place to hold a murder. There would be too many witnesses. Sarah knew she would have to follow Armond outside and wait for the right opportunity.
In the meantime she had to stay on the lookout for too many things. First she had to find a gorilla. The note said that Armond would be by “the red Ape” at 2:12pm. She also had to watch for Parkman. If he saw her first, he would be the only one who could easily see through her new look. He’d studied her for years. He would know the curve of her face, her gait as she walked. Although he was the only cop she trusted, he was also the one who would try to stop her if she got the chance to execute the vermin. Keeping him at a distance around 2:12pm today was better for the both of them.
The only other people to watch for would be the American government men and the Hungarian police, although no one could predict where she’d be this afternoon. It was unlikely anyone other than Parkman would show.
Unless he woke up, saw she was gone and called in the police to help find her. Or told them where she’d be at 2:12pm today?
He wouldn’t do that, she assured herself. Not Parkman. Not after all they’d been through? Never.
Sarah had walked to the middle of the Market Hall and seen no Ape of any kind, let alone a red one.
She continued on. Maybe it was at a booth? Or along another section.
Wherever it was, Sarah knew that “the red Ape” was here. Vivian wouldn’t send her on a wild goose chase.
A clock on the wall said it was getting close to 2:00pm. She was running out of time.
Another check behind her. No one seemed to be following or monitoring her in any way. Everything was going perfectly. She just had to find the Ape.
In five minutes she’d reached the end of the hall. There had been no ape. She
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