Perhaps, she decided to work here. “Local man?”
“No. I think American.”
Lev inhaled. No werewolf scent lingered so that was good. “Was he alone?”
“No. Two men accompanied him.” He raised a brow. “They looked more like hired security than doctors to me.”
Not what he’d describe as medical staff recruiters. More like operatives. “How long ago?”
“This morning. A few hours before you checked in.”
“I’m checking out and I need to hire a helicopter.”
“Depends on the clouds. Storm is due.”
“I’ll pay for the fuel as well as the usual fare.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you know if the other men hired a helicopter?”
“Not sure. They left in a hurry.”
If the men trailing her took a bus, he’d have a slight advantage, but if not he’d have no choice but to warn Rachel.
Following the concierge’s directions, he arrived at the tarmac and boarded a medical helicopter heading to pick up two Brits suffering from elevation illness. The crew had been more than happy since Lev paid the entire cost of the fuel. All other helicopters remained grounded until the clouds cleared. As the helicopter took off, he texted Rachel.
“Rachel, it’s me, Lev. Sorry, I never came back. Long story. Will explain soon. Three men are looking for you. An older bearded man, English and two goons. Hide! Do not go with them.”
He waited. No response. Damn. Her phone must not have much reception in the high mountain remote area. He almost pocketed his mobile, when it vibrated. A text. From Rachel!
“Lev, is that really you?”
Of course, she was shocked. “Yes.”
“YOU’RE ALIVE AND NEVER TOLD ME!”
Lev smiled. Is she really shouting at me? “Will explain.”
“What do you mean three men are looking for me?”
“Back in your hotel, three men came in asking for you.”
“Really?”
“Are you in the lodge?”
“On a group hike.”
Good mobile reception. For that he was grateful. Should she be hiking right away in this altitude? “How is your breathing?”
“Acclimation flat hike.”
“Stay away from your lodge until I get there.”
“How do you know
where I am?”