The Fifth Avenue Series Boxed Set (57 page)

He gave the man the files and closed the door in his face, locking it quickly.

It was over.

He pressed his back against the door as elation swept through him.

He was now worth ninety million dollars.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Diana moved quickly down the hallway, perhaps too quickly given the crisis she was leaving, because all eyes were on her as she hurried toward the bank of elevators.
 

Why was Eric on her computer?
 
What was he hoping to find?
 
Was he just bored and using it to see how things were working out with the deals he left behind when George fired him?
 
Or were there other reasons?

She was about to reach the elevators when someone behind her called out her name.
 
She turned and saw Jack Douglas.
 
He was standing just outside his office.
 
On his face was a look of concern and curiosity.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

She needed to get out of there.

“I’m fine.”
 
She pressed a button on the elevator.

“No, you’re not,” he said, coming toward her.
 
“Something’s wrong.
 
What is it?”

“It’s really nothing—

“What is it?”

She looked at him.
 
Tall and muscular, his body as rugged as steel.
 
Regardless of what Eric was up to, she decided having someone like Jack accompany her to her apartment might be a good idea.
 
She motioned him over.

“Will this remain between us?” she asked.

He nodded.

“I’m depending on that,” she said, and so she took the risk.
 
“Eric Parker is staying with me.
 
I just learned he’s on my computer, which is connected to Redman International’s main database and which obviously has created a major security breach since Eric no longer works here.”

The doors to the elevator whisked open.

“I don’t know what he’s doing,” she said.
 
“But he received no permission from me to use that computer.
 
I’m concerned.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

She nodded and they stepped inside.
 
“This is going to sound stupid,” she said.
 
“But do you have access to a gun?”

The question surprised him.
 
“No,” he said.
 
“But why would I need a gun?”

Diana pressed a button and looked at him as the elevator dropped.
 
“Because if he’s doing what I think he’s doing, we might need it and the police.”

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For Eric Parker, there was only escape.

He left the door and went to gather his things.
 
On a table, he placed the check next to his watch and wallet and then he went to the staircase—that fucking winding staircase—and started to climb the stairs that led to the guest bedroom Diana offered him.
 

It was a struggle to reach the top, but he made it and went to the bedroom, where he grabbed a duffel bag and started tossing clothes into it.
 

He didn’t need everything, just enough to get him on a plane and out of the country.
 
In the bathroom, he took only what was necessary.
 
In his briefcase, he checked to make sure his passport was there.
 
He went back to the bedroom and picked up the phone.
 
He called his travel agent and ordered a first class ticket to Switzerland.
 
A flight was leaving in two hours.
 
The e-ticket would be waiting for him at the ticket counter.
 

Perfect.

He dialed the front desk.
 
“It’s Eric Parker.
 
Would you hail a cab for me?
 
I’ll be down in 10 minutes.”

As he replaced the receiver, he heard a door open and click shut.
 
It came from downstairs.
 
A rush of panic shot through him, but he stilled it.
 

She was home.
 

Eric thought about how he would handle this and decided there was only one way.
 
Get out of this bedroom, get down the stairs and face her.
 

He was leaving.
 
She didn’t have to know where he was going.
 
By the time he got to the airport, she’d likely learn that he’d gotten into her computer.
 
But at that point, it wouldn’t matter—he’d be well on his way to a country that would protect him.
 

He snatched his duffel bag, tossed it over his shoulder and grabbed his crutches.
 
This wouldn’t go well, but he’d keep it brief.
 
He was out of there.

He went to the bedroom door, opened it and took a step back.

Standing just beyond the door wasn’t Diana.
 
It was Mario De Cicco and with him were two men, each holding guns now pointed at Eric’s face.

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De Cicco moved into the room with such force, Eric staggered back.
 
His cast caught on the floor, he nearly fell, but he reached for a chair and righted himself so he wouldn’t go down.
 

De Cicco glanced at the duffle bag.
 
“Going somewhere?”

Eric said nothing.
 
He noticed that De Cicco and his men were wearing gloves.
 
On their feet were paper booties that covered their shoes.
 
He felt a rush of fear and knew why they were here.
 
They were going to kill him.

“Answer the question, Eric.
 
Are you going somewhere?”

“I’m going back to my apartment.
 
What the fuck is it with you?”

“When you put out a contract on Leana Redman, it means everything to me.”
 
He moved toward Eric, knowing this needed to be brief.

“How did you get up here?” Eric said.

“They let us in.
 
Apparently, you were expecting friends.
 
We just breezed through, so thanks for that.”
 
He moved closer to him.
 
“Beating Leana Redman was your first mistake, Eric.
 
Taking out that contract was your final mistake.”
 
He stepped aside.
 
“Walk through the door.”

“Fuck you.”

One of De Cicco’s men lifted his gun and pointed it at Eric’s head.

“This can go one of two ways, Eric,” Mario said.
 
“You can go through that door by yourself or you can have me drag your ass through it by your broken leg.
 
Your choice.
 
One will be less painful.
 
Now choose.”

There was no choice.
 
He let go of the chair, grabbed his crutches and started moving past De Cicco to the door.
 
What De Cicco didn’t know is that just beyond that door was a desk.
 
On top of it was an iron statue of a woman.
 
It was about eighteen inches tall and just heavy enough to do serious damage to a skull.
  

If he timed this right, if he grabbed the statue, swung it at De Cicco’s head and shut the door before the others could follow, he might have a chance to get to Diana’s room, lock the door, go to her bathroom, lock that door and call security for help.

He knew it was a long shot, but it was all he had.

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At Redman International, Jack and Diana left the building, flagged a cab, got one on their fifth try and told the driver to take them to Redman Place.

“There’s a hundred dollars in it for you if you hurry,” Diana said.
 
She opened her handbag, removed the money and dropped it on the driver’s front seat.
 
“It’s an emergency.”

The driver stepped on it, but traffic on Fifth was thick.
 
He tried to maneuver through the clogged thoroughfare, but it was difficult and there wasn’t much he could do.
 
“I’ll do my best,” he said.
 
“But this is bullshit.
 
Look at these assholes.
 
They don’t know how to drive.”

“Just try,” Diana said.
 
She looked at Jack.
 
“We might be too late.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know Eric.”

The driver found an opening and raced through it.
 
Redman Place was a five-minute drive.
 
If this man was aggressive enough, they could be there in three.

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“Let’s go, Eric.
  
If you don’t step it up, I’ll help.”

Eric looked at De Cicco as he passed him.
 
He focused all of his concentration on what was beyond that door and where the statue was on the desk.
 
It would be to the far right.
 
He would need to drop a crutch, grab the statue and then turn to swing it.

He moved through the door, shot a sideways glance and saw it sitting there.
 

And everything slowed.
 

He dropped the crutch under his right armpit, leaned in to reach for the statue and grabbed it.
 
He turn to swing it so he could bash in the side of De Cicco’s head but instead he was being propelled forward.
 
Somebody had shoved him.
 
He sailed through the air and crashed onto the floor.
 
His head struck wood and for a moment, he blacked out.

He was being shaken.

He opened his eyes and saw De Cicco leaning over him.
 
“Get up.”

His eyes fluttered and he saw movement across the room.
 
One of the men was carefully putting the statue back in place with his gloved hands.

“Get up.”

He made an effort to move, but a searing pain shot through his shoulder, which was dislocated.
 
De Cicco saw the problem, grabbed Eric by the shirt and easily picked him up so he was standing.