The Charlemagne Pursuit

SIXTY-EIGHT

STEPHANIE DESCENDED THE STAIRCASE, WHICH TURNED AT RIGHT angles until it found the chateau's basement.

Davis was waiting at the bottom. "Took you long enough." He wrenched the gun from her grasp. "I need that."

"What are you going to do?"

"Like I said, kill the piece of crap."

"Edwin, we don't even know who he is."

"He saw me and he ran."

She needed to take control, as Daniels had instructed her to do. "How did he know you? Nobody saw us last night, and we didn't see him."

"I don't know, Stephanie, but he did."

The man had run, which was suspicious, but she wasn't ready to order a death sentence.

Footsteps came from behind and a uniformed security guard appeared. He saw the gun in Davis' grasp and reacted, but she was ready and produced her Magellan Billet identification. "We're federal agents and we have someone of interest down here. He fled. How many exits from this floor?"

"Another staircase on the far side. Several doors to the outside."

"Can you cover those?"

He hesitated a moment, then apparently decided they were for real and unclipped a radio from his waist, instructing others on what to do.

"We need to get this guy, if he comes out a window. Anywhere. Understand?" she asked. "Put men outside."

The man nodded and gave more instructions then said, "The tour group is out and in the buses. The house is empty, except for you."

"And him," Davis said, moving off.

The guard wasn't armed. Too bad. But she did notice in his shirt pocket one of the brochures she'd seen others in the tour group carrying. She pointed. "Is there a sketch of this floor in there?"

The guard nodded. "One of all four floors." He handed it to her."This is the basement. Recreation, kitchens, servants' quarters, storage. Lots of places to hide."

Which she didn't want to hear. "Call the local police. Get them over here. Then cover this stairway. This guy could be dangerous."

"You don't know for sure?"

"That's the whole problem. We don't know crap."

MALONE SAW A BOOK INSIDE THE BAG AND A PALE BLUE ENVELOPE protruding near its center. He reached in and removed the book.

"Lay the bag on the floor," he said, and he gently rested the book atop, grabbing his light.

Christl slipped the envelope free and opened it, finding two sheets of paper. She unfolded them. Both were filled by a heavy masculine script-German-in black ink.

"It's Grandfather's writing. I've read his notebooks."

STEPHANIE HURRIED AFTER DAVIS AND CAUGHT UP TO HIM WHERE the basement corridors offered a choice, one angling left, the other straight ahead. Glass-fronted doors opened off the path ahead into what looked like food pantries. She quickly checked the map. At the end of the hall she identified the main kitchen.

She heard a noise. From their left.

The schematic in the pamphlet indicated that the path ahead led to servants' bedrooms and did not connect with any other portion of the basement. A dead end.

Davis headed down the long corridor to their left, toward the noise.

They passed through an exercise room with parallel bars, barbells, medicine balls, and a rowing machine. To their right they found the indoor swimming pool, everything, including the vault overhead, white-tiled, with no windows, only harsh electric light. No water filled the deep shiny basin.

A shadow swept across the pool room's other exit.

They rounded the railed walk, Davis leading the way.

She checked the map. "This is the only way out from the rooms beyond. Besides the main staircase, but hopefully the security guards have that covered."

"Then we've got him. He has to come back this way."

"Or he's got us."

Davis stole a quick look at the map, then they passed through a doorway and down a few short steps. He gave her the gun. "I'll wait." He pointed left. "That hall loops all the way around and ends back here."

A sick feeling filled her gut. "Edwin, this is crazy."

"Just flush him this way." A tremor shook his right eye. "I have to do this. Send him my way."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll be ready."

She nodded, searching for the right words, but she understood his intense desire. "Okay."

He retreated up the stairs they'd come from.

She advanced to the left and, at the main staircase leading up, spotted another security guard. He shook his head to indicate that no one had come his way. She nodded and pointed that she was headed left.

Two meandering, windowless corridors led her into a long rectangular room filled with historical exhibits and black-and-white photographs. The walls were painted in a collage of colorful images. The Halloween Room. She'd recalled a mention in the pamphlet about how guests at a 1920s Halloween party painted the walls.

She spotted Chinos, on the far side, weaving through the exhibits, heading for the only other exit.

"Stop," she yelled.

He kept moving.

She aimed and fired.

Her ears stung from the gun's retort. The bullet found one of the display placards. She wasn't trying to hit the man, only scare him. But Chinos lunged through the doorway and kept running.

She followed.

She'd caught only a fleeting glance of the man, so it was impossible to know if he was armed.

She passed through a recreation room and entered a bowling alley, two lanes equipped with wood planking, balls, and pins. Had to be quite a convenience in the late nineteenth century.

She decided to try something.

"What's the point in running?" she called out. "There's nowhere to go. The house is sealed."

Silence.

Small dressing rooms opened to her left, one door after another. She imagined proper ladies and gentleman a hundred years ago changing into recreation clothes. The corridor ahead ended back where Davis waited near the swimming pool. She'd already made the loop.

"Just come on out," she said. "You're not getting to leave here."

She sensed he was near.

Suddenly, twenty feet away, something appeared from one of the dressing rooms.

A bowling pin, propelled at her, swooshing through the air like a boomerang.

She ducked.

The pin thudded into the wall behind her and clattered away.

Chinos made his escape.

She recovered her balance and darted forward. At the corridor's end she peered around. No one in sight. She rushed to the steps and climbed the risers back into the pool room. Chinos was across, at the shallow end, where the door for the exercise room opened, rushing away. She raised her gun and aimed for his legs. But before she could fire, Davis exploded from the doorway and tackled him. They slammed into the wooden railing that surrounded the pool, which instantly gave way, and the two bodies fell three feet into the pool's empty shallow end.

Flesh and bones smacked hard tile.