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.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJdUP4TqBVf
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. 351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRW3HifWgQ9
It was mostly hidden behind a tree trunk. But he could make out a small portion of it.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqgmaraUK7w
Hair. A woman's hair. A sleeping bag.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSBWefR9ExC
Mischa!351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkq1iv5PysH
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.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDtzceqobka
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.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmNrikNAqoV
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.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOJsfRkSoYf
He crouched down. Moved toward her.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE5Cnm6VfFR
But something about the hair----it wasn't.....351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5229gGT6PN
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.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡocdT0XVv7I
"Don't move," came a voice from behind him. "I've got a gun and I'll damn well use it."351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvDUufOME0w
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.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnU6m4daMd4
"Turn your head, and only your head, around toward me."351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡslxMknf1bI
He turned and squinted as the beam of a flashlight blinded him.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxPA5eDI4LA
"Fancy meeting you here, Drake," Mischa said.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNJfMfnwOvD
