Raymond Khoury - The Sanctuary

“Not a good idea,” Corben cautioned.

“There might be more of them out there,” Kirkwood bluffed. “You could use another shooter.”

Corben shook his head dismissively. “They’re all accounted for.” He waved the gun towards the back of the house, motioning for Kirkwood to head out. “Let’s go,” he ordered.

Mia’s fingers clutched the codex tightly as she huddled behind the parapet on the roof of the bazaar.

She kept darting nervous glances back at the house she’d escaped from, but no one seemed to be coming through the trapdoor after her. Not that it made her feel any calmer. Her heart was still pounding feverishly as she tried to make sense of what had happened and, even more pressingly, of what Kirkwood — or whatever his real name was — had told her.

Because I’m pretty sure I’m your father, he’d said.

Which didn’t make sense.

He couldn’t have been with Evelyn at Al-Hillah. That was thirty years ago, and he didn’t look as if he was even over forty.

The only possible explanation was one she wasn’t yet ready to entertain.

Besides, he’d also said that his ancestor was looking for the complete formula for the elixir. That it was incomplete. And if it was incomplete, then it didn’t work, and he couldn’t be using it.

She shook the whole notion out of her mind. It simply wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. He was lying to her, he had to be. Which was the safe and comforting conclusion to cling to, except that she couldn’t do that. She’d looked into his eyes as he’d said those words, as he’d explained about his ancestor Sebastian, about the codex, about who he was. Everything about him screamed of sincerity. She’d had that same feeling when they’d spoken on the plane, and earlier, at the rooftop bar of the hotel. He wasn’t lying. For some reason she couldn’t quite fathom, she was sure of it.

Which meant that everything she considered impossible had to be revisited, questioned, and — if her instincts were right — reclassified without the im prefix. And that included the impossibility of his being her father.

She heard movement below and peered over the lip of the parapet. She froze as she spotted Kirkwood, heading down the narrow alley at the side of the house. Another man was following him. She craned over the edge to get a better look, and her heart turned over when she realized it was Corben.

What’s he doing here?

She wasn’t sure it mattered, and her spirits rose at the sight. He’d managed to save Kirkwood from the hakeem’s men, and they were both safe.

She was about to spring up and make her presence known when she noticed something as they moved into the street, past the dead bodies of Abu Barzan’s man and Kirkwood’s other bodyguard. Corben was walking behind Kirkwood. He had a submachine gun slung over his shoulder and was carrying the attaché case. He also held something in his other hand. A handgun.

The whole body language was wrong. There was tension between them, in the way Kirkwood was walking warily in front of Corben.

It was almost as if he were a prisoner.

Corben walked behind Kirkwood as he directed him to the Land Cruiser, gripping the attaché case in one hand, the silenced handgun in the other.

As they walked up to the SUV, his eyes calmly scanned the surrounding houses. He caught a glimpse of a young boy, peeking out at them from an open window before being pulled back by his fearful mother. He sensed movement in other windows. They had to be quick. The Turkish police were probably already on their way — they were always on alert throughout the region, due to the constant threat from Kurdish PPK separatist militants, whose home turf this was — and Corben had no interest in explaining himself to them, or to anyone for that matter, just yet.

They reached the Land Cruiser. Its windows were down, and Corben could see that its doors weren’t locked. “Get in the car,” he ordered Kirkwood in a low rasp, “and don’t do anything stupid.”

Kirkwood climbed into the passenger seat as Corben chucked the attaché case and the submachine gun into the back of the SUV. He looked up and scrutinized the roofs above them. He couldn’t see her anywhere, but he knew she had to be watching.

“Mia,” he bellowed upwards. “Come on out. It’s safe. We’ve got to get out of here now.”

Mia stayed low as Corben’s voice echoed up from the street.

The last thing she wanted was to be abandoned here, alone, in this godforsaken corner of the world, surrounded by dead bodies. The Midnight Express analogy was coming to life alarmingly in her mind’s eye. She wanted to believe that Corben was on their side, that he was here to save them, that he was trying to get her mom back. He’d obviously killed the hakeem’s men. Which had to be a good thing. So what if he knew about the hakeem’s experiments? So he’d lied to her about what this was all about. Big deal. She didn’t “need to know.” And it didn’t mean he wasn’t also trying to get Evelyn back.

“Mia,” Corben yelled again. “We’ve got to go. Come on.”

She shut her eyes and imagined Corben and Kirkwood driving off without her, and the thought suddenly horrified her. She couldn’t face being left behind.

She subdued her warring emotions and, with the fear of making a huge mistake throttling her stomach, rose to her feet.

Sitting in the Land Cruiser, Kirkwood felt a surge of anxiety wash over him as he listened to Corben’s calls.

He had to do something. He was sure Corben wouldn’t want Mia around once he got his hands on the book. She knew too much.

He had to warn her.

He reached out and flung the door open and bolted from the car.

“Mia, don’t come out,” he yelled, scanning the roofs around him. “Stay away.”

Corben dashed after him and tackled him a few yards from the Land Cruiser. He grabbed him by the collar and stuffed the gun in his face.

Kirkwood scowled at him defiantly. “What are you gonna do, shoot me?”

Corben held him there for a breath, seething with anger and frustration. “Get up,” he ordered, pulling him to his feet and shoving him towards the Land Cruiser. He stopped at the car, cast one last glance up at the roofs, then pushed Kirkwood into the car and climbed in behind him.

Mia’s breath caught as she spotted Kirkwood dart out of the car and run down the street. Her whole body stiffened as Corben caught up with him, floored him, and manhandled him back to the car.

She sank back to her cover and watched as Corben climbed into the car, and her heart sank as she heard its engine churn to life before it screeched off and disappeared around a corner.

She pushed herself to her feet, the blood draining from her face, feeling dizzy. She looked down at the quiet street. The Land Cruiser was well and truly gone, leaving a plume of dust and the two dead bodies in its wake. Stunned and curious people were cautiously emerging from the adjacent houses and from the bazaar.

She glanced at the old book in her hands and noticed that her nails had clawed deep into its leather cover. She felt like ripping the damn thing to pieces and screaming her lungs out in rage, but instead, she looked around, saw what looked like the overhang of a stairwell, and made her way towards it.

Mia ducked out of a side entrance to the bazaar and into the cobbled alleyway from which Corben and Kirkwood had emerged. She could see increased activity in the main street outside the house as people realized the threat was gone, and she snuck the other way, heading back into the alley.