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Central International Airport This choice: Stay in Paris and attempt to track down Reimmere. • Go Back...Chapter #10Paris underbelly by: Stumpy   Jessica took a quick mental stock-take.
Best guess, she had been out no more than a few hours. She would have been even more stiff and sore if it had been longer, and she'd be a lot hungrier. Not that she wasn't hungry. These guys couldn't have been dead all that long either, or their own people would have found them and she wouldn't have woken up alone.
Alright then, chances were Reimmère was still in Paris.
Besides, even if that note was a genuine signpost to a genuine delivery, there was no indication of timing and no guarantee that the white-haired psychopath would go to oversee it personally.
She had lost her purse and her carry-on, and along them her credit cards, cash, passport and phone. At least they'd left her her clothes and her shoes. She winced as another stab of pain jabbed through her head. First things first, water and aspirin.
She tore down the pin-holed map and rolled it up, taking care to keep the post-it in its place. She tucked it and the ledger under her arm and made for the door marked EXIT.
Cautiously shoving it open, she found it opened onto a concrete-paved yard, surrounded by a chain-link fence. Beyond the fence was the dingy underbelly of Paris. Every major city has one. The gates were closed and locked, of course, but a line of links near the gate had been recently cut, presumably by the assassin or assassins who had killed her guards. Right now Jessica wasn't complaining - it saved her from having to climb the damn fence.
She shouldered her way through the fence, turned to note the warehouse number, then looked up and down the street to get her bearings. To her left the street ran slightly downhill toward what looked like might be a river. To the right the street rose gently toward a road that was moderately populated with heavy traffic - trucks and vans of various sizes and the occasional car or motorcycle courier. There were no pedestrians to be seen in either direction, nor any shops, restaurants, or homes. Nowhere likely to offer water and painkillers. She'd just have to guess which way to go and try her luck.
She set off in what she hoped was the direction toward a more salubrious and accommodating part of town.
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