“I have a hotel room,” he said, letting Rune go. Pulling the fedora off his head, he chucked it in the nearby refuse bin. “We can go there until I figure out a plan.” “I already have a plan.” Rune pulled out of his grip and turned toward the bin. Two suitcases were hidden behind it. “Give me my gun back,” she said. “You’ll need both hands to carry these.” Gideon frowned as she dragged them out. Had she packed these and planted them here? But that would mean … “Now, Gideon. They’ll be on us in seconds.” “Is that the prince’s luggage?” “I’ll explain everything on the way.”
