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Chapter 2

"Keen, where are you? We've got to roll on this Reddington tip now."

Liz pulled her car into the private hangar that held Red's jet. She waved at Dembe who stood just under the wing.

"Ressler listen. I've spoken to Reddington. I'm going to retrieve him... No, no he doesn't trust Cooper or anyone else right now. I'm only telling you because you owe him... Aram showed me the tapes, I know he saved your life. I'm calling in Red's favor, Don. Please don't tell Cooper where I am?"

In the parking lot of the Post Office, Ressler struggled with his loyalties. His job could be in jeopardy if he kept what he knew to himself. Liz could be in jeopardy if he let her go after Reddington alone. But she was right, he owed the bastard his life. And Reddington would probably shoot anything not Elizabeth Keen.

"You stay in contact with me, Keen. Whoever hired Garrick could still be after Reddington. Be careful."

Liz nodded at Dembe. "I swear I'll keep you informed. Thank you, Ressler."

Ressler ran his hands over his hair. "Thank me by not getting killed... Now you and Reddington both owe me. And Keen?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell Reddington I tried the caviar. It sucks."

Ending the call Ressler let out a breath. Without a second thought, he headed for his car. He'd run down that obviously bogus tip anyway. That should buy them both some time until he figured out what the hell he was going to tell Cooper.

Liz ground her cellphone under foot. Ressler was a horrible liar.

If he didn't come up with a diverson, Liz had about 30 minutes to drop off the grid. She followed Dembe out of the hangar into the waiting Mercedes.

"I have chartered us a plane at a smaller airstrip," Dembe informed as they pulled away. "The folio on the seat next to you contains your documentation."

Grabbing up the thin case, Liz dumped its contents into her lap. A new cell phone, a map of Dublin, an envelope full of cash, passport and a New York driver's license.

She read the name beside a slightly dated photo of her. Emily Parker.

"Dembe, I called you less than an hour ago. How did you_"

"Mr. Reddington prepares for every eventuality, Agent Keen."

Liz leaned back into the soft leather seat, her hand immediately worrying her scar. Mr. Reddington wouldn't be prepared for this.