I’m calling Steven.” John was a man on a mission. I could tell his adrenaline was still high from the chase, and he was silently concocting a plan to keep us safe. He got Steven on the phone immediately. “We are in New York. They found us outside of Grand Central Station. A cabdriver speaking Russian had orders to kill us, but not to recover the bag. I believe that the bag is worthless and that it’s my charge they’re after. We need a place to hide tonight.” He was silent as he received his instructions. “Okay, we’re headed there now. We’ll head back to L.A. in the morning.” “SoHo Grand?” A girl could dream. “PS 142, Brooklyn.” “What’s that?” “It’s a middle school. It’s Friday night, so it’ll be locked up and empty for the weekend. We don’t know what hotels they’re watching, and we can’t risk a big scene in a packed lobby, anyway. These guys won’t mind blowing up a few hundred innocent people just to kill you. So I can’t take you to an airport until we can rush directly on to a plane.”
