Claire's mind rushed as she found Gabriel's phone in the car. She knew that Gabriel has taken extra precautions to make sure of its security.
She sat back in the seat and after a moment of contemplation she dialled the number that she memorised.
The only way to bring it all to the end was to truly, once and for all, get rid of Michael Moore. And the only other person who knew of Michael Moore's assets and potential hiding spots was Diane Moore.
Claire was careful in making sure that no one was in the earshot as the phone rung. She felt a pit in her stomach. She definitely didn't feel like her and Diane finished on the best of terms. She was still judging Diane for her decision.
"So sorry for calling." Claire mumbled as the phone was answered.
"Elise! Claire?" Diane corrected herself. "What's the matter?"
"You might be the only person that might know where Michael is." Claire uttered, her hands were shaking from nervousness. "I will never bother you again, but you must know some places?"
"Ehh…" Diane hesitated.
"International Crime Agency is looking for him. They might have a chance at stopping him. But I was wondering if you knew of any assets that were off paper or any places that might be used by him to hide."
Diane hasn't responded for a few moments.
"Moore Pharmaceuticals has tunnels under the building, rooms, entire maze of corridors. They're not on any building plans. It could be one of the potential places that he could hide in." Diane responded slowly. "His assets are hidden. There are a few places that were under my name. He used them just in case he were to ever become a bankrupt." Diane hesitated. "But the Moore Pharmaceuticals is most likely. There used for be a bunker in the basement. Not the normal basement. The basement had two levels."
"Thank you."
"Don't do anything stupid." Diane said sharply. "I'll try not to." Claire lied. "How do you get in there?"
"There is a concealed staircase behind the fireplace in the library near his second office. You open it by pushing onto the left side bricks at the back of the fireplace. There is a ladder that leads to the first level of the basement. It's a maze. The second level is in the North-East room. I have only once seen the hatch open. I do not know what it looks like."
"Thank you." Claire closed her eyes with somewhere between relief and concentration.
"Please take care." Diane mumbled before disconnecting.
Claire jumped as the car door opened suddenly, but she calmed down once she realised that it was Gabriel.
"That was interesting." Gabriel noted as he sat in the driver's seat.
"Indeed." Claire agreed.
"I'm still shook by the news of Christopher Hayden being married."
"Do you know him?"
"Rarely we found each other in the same circles, especially events around entrepreneurship and business. I've met him a few times during an odd conference. He never seemed that approachable."
Claire laughed at that statement.
"I didn't think that would be your problem." Claire said as she slipped Gabriel's phone back in the pocket in between the seats. She thoughts that she was sneaky, but Gabriel saw the subtle movement from the corner of his eye. He didn't question it.
"Agent Summers is scaring me a bit."
"Why?" Claire looked at Gabriel's profile.
"Two reasons. One is that she is scarily experienced and confident in what she does for her age. She's in her early twenties but acts of she had a decade of experience."
"Yeah." Claire agreed. "But that's good, right?"
"I think so. Second is that there seems to be something odd about the way she looks. Like, I get this feeling that something isn't right."
"Huh. I get the same." Claire admitted. "I think that she's getting a perm."
"Maybe that can explain it." Gabriel leaned back in the seat. "Do you know what's going on between her and Agent Davey?"
"No. What do you mean?"
"I'm pretty sure they have a thing for each other. Davey definitely looked at Summers in a way that you could tell that he fancies her."
"Maybe you should go and ask them."
"No, thank you. I don't want to stir a pot unnecessarily."
"Did you find out anything else from them?"
"Their security coverage is impressively extensive. They identified my father's… Michael's last sighting on the day of the verdict. He was last seen near the South of the city."
"Interesting."
"Indeed. The list of people involved in Group X is terrifying but I rather found it reassuring that they're not the killing type. Michael is though."
"Do you think that he is truly hiding or that he is hunting?" Claire asked quietly.
"Pierre suspected that he was going for revenged and that he will be on the hunt."
"Yeah." Claire nodded. "What do you think?"
"I don't think he is the kind to sit back without taking actions for a long time, so even if he is hiding, it is not for long."
"He had a chance to kill me a few times but he didn't."
"Because, I think, he finally realised that there is a danger in killing people who have so openly opposed him. When you died last time, he was the main suspect."
Claire nodded in silence as Gabriel turned the engine on. He drove back to their new apartment, sending the bodyguard to buy them something for lunch.
They spend an afternoon watching the view through the window, talking in a hushed voice, half expecting someone to burst through the door at any given time.
Then they went to sleep, or at least Claire pretended to. She steadied her breathing and waited for Gabriel's quietness. She looked at his peaceful face in the dark, barely seeing the contours of his perfectly chiselled cheeks and jaw.
She was undecided in what she should do next, but she has promised herself a long time ago that she will bring it all to an end.
With utmost care she got up and dressed herself in a pair of black trousers, tank top, trainers, and put a coat on. She made sure that she picked the gun given to her by Rosa and sufficient amount of ammunition. She also packed a taser and a knife. It was all that she had to keep herself alive.
She escaped the apartment and run down the stairs, checking behind her to make sure that Gabriel didn't follow her. Once outside she sneaked by the wall past all the bodyguards that she was well aware of by now. Once out of the range of sight, she loaded the gun and held it tightly in her hand, concealed in her coat's pocket.
She gulped as she walked in the dark, avoiding the street lamps. Living in the city since the accident years ago taught her how to hide. Once she was in the city centre she knew exactly where the cameras were. She avoided being seen. She couldn't be seen. But then, she was dead. No one would ever suspect Claire Thompson of murder since her death was on every screen, news outlet, post, for days and weeks during the trial against Michael Moore.