"Then why were you going to tell her everything?" Silvera said. "If she's not an agent, what good would it have done? Sorry, Doc, I'm afraid you're not very good at this game. It's too bad, really. You've been very helpful-"
For a moment, his eyes were not on Andre. That moment was all she needed. She reached behind her quickly, to the back of her neck, where hung a slim dagger in a sheath suspended from a thong. In one fast motion, she drew the dagger and hurled it. It buried itself in the terrorist's larynx. He fell, gurgling horribly, the laser beam cutting a crooked swath across the ceiling. She leaped to her feet and ran over to the fallen terrorist, kicking the deadly tube out of his hand. Then she kneeled by him, grasped the knife, and gave a vicious, sideways slash. Hunter was avenged.
Bennett stared at her, his jaw hanging slack. Andre went over to him and shook him, getting some blood on his shirt. "We cannot stay here," she said. "I understand none of this, but I understand the danger all too well. Collect your wits, Jack Bennett. We must flee."
Bennett came out of it. "Yes, you're quite right, we must. I have friends who will hide us. But we can't simply cut and run. We can't leave two bodies to be found in your apartment. We'll have troubles enough without being sought for murder."
"What do you propose?"
"That we leave quietly, normally. That we pay your bill and move out, with all your things." He thought a moment. "Hunter has arranged other quarters for you. You'll be staying with friends, something of the sort. We'll have to clean up the mess as best we can."
"And what of the corpses?" Andre said.
Bennett bent down and picked up Silvera's laser. "It is both a weapon and a surgeon's tool," he said, "although I dread the use to which we must put it now." He pulled one of the clothing chests into the center of the room. "Use the sheets to line this chest," he said. "And we'll sprinkle lots of perfume on… the contents. It should help to hide the smell. I hope. Perhaps it would be best if you left the room. The sight will not be pleasant."
"You'll need help to pack the pieces," Andre said.
"Will you be able to stand it?"
"I've seen blood before," she said. "I will try not to think whose body we're dismembering. If it must be done, then let's set to it. The sooner we quit this place, the better."
"I was right," said Bennett. "You are an extraordinary woman."
Finn and Lucas moved to one side to let the porters carrying the heavy chests pass. Lucas wrinkled his nose as one chest went by. It reeked of perfume and the smell was powerful enough to make his head swim.
"God, what a stink!" he said.
"It covers up the body odor," Finn said, chuckling. "And there's one lady that must smell like something died inside her."
"Christ, Finn, that smell was bad enough."
"Shhh, I think here comes the perfumed doll herself," said Finn.
They moved to the left side of the stairs, allowing the old man and the young woman to pass by on their right. His clothes were shabby compared to her ornate and obviously very expensive dress.
"There goes one father whose little girl will send him to the poorhouse," Finn said, turning to Lucas.
Lucas was standing on the stairs, looking after the old man and the young woman.
Finn chuckled. "Yes, she's very pretty, but can you stand her fragrance?"
"That's not it," said Lucas, thoughtfully. "That woman… I've seen her somewhere, I'm certain of it."
"Probably reminds you of some old flame," said Finn.
"No, I've seen that face before," said Lucas. "But I just can't…" He shook his head.
"Are you sure?" said Finn.
"I'm almost positive. But it just won't click. There's something.
…" He frowned.
"Must be a coincidence," said Finn. "Hell, who do we know in 17th-century Paris?"
"Not in 17th-century Paris," Lucas said, "but somewhere else. I just don't remember where."
"You're not kidding, are you?"