“As much as I’d like to continue this right now, baby, we have a plane to catch.” Armand pushed Sean away gently and kissed him on the top of his head. “Let’s get to the airport. We’re leaving out the back door.”
* * * *
Rene Dubois was at the wheel with a Martin sitting shotgun in the Lincoln Navigator. “Rene take us straight to Newark.” Armand ordered as he followed Sean into the back seat of the car.
“I thought we were going to the heliport at the Garou building in a limousine,” Sean said, puzzled.
“I hate to even say this aloud but we have a traitor in our midst. No one knew when we were to go out to the jewelers but pack. Someone in the loup-garou must have alerted Dimitri. The attack was too well coordinated to be executed by one man. I decided to change our plans telling no one but Pierre, Rene, and Martin.”
“A pack member responsible for an attack on our Alpha, that’s beyond comprehension,” Rene said.