“And you guys are into drug running?”
Whitfield said nothing.
Sean said, “And what about the Arabs on the plane?”
Whitfield shook his head. “Not going there.”
“And did Alicia kill Len Rivest?”
Silence.
Sean snapped, “The woman almost killed me, and would have except for you. Which is the only reason I’m not making a citizen’s arrest on your ass.”
“And Champ?” Michelle asked. “Does he work for CIA?”
Whitfield said, “Let’s just worry about surviving the next ten minutes.”
“They’re gaining,” Michelle cried out as she glanced behind them.
“Their engines are twice the size of mine,” Whitfield said over his shoulder as he braced himself. “Now hold on.”
“What the hell do you think we’ve been do—?” Sean couldn’t finish because Whitfield somehow managed to cut a ninety-degree turn in the water while going full throttle. Sean would’ve gone over the side if Michelle hadn’t clamped a hand on him as he slid by her. She had her legs scissored around Viggie just in case Horatio couldn’t hold her.
“Mick!” Viggie screamed out.
“I’ve got you, Viggie, you’re not going anywhere.”
Whitfield put on a burst of speed and the RIB shot toward the opposite shore, heading directly toward the inlet into Camp Peary. They zoomed past a gauntlet of lighted beacons five hundred yards from shore that warned of extreme danger for persons trespassing there, and Sean had every reason to believe they meant it. They next roared past two boats stationed at the entrance to the inlet. The men on board leveled weapons at them, including a rocket-propelled grenade launcher, but when they saw who it was, they lowered their ordnance and just stared with bewildered looks. Whitfield actually had the gall to salute them.
Whitfield cut the RIB to the left and then the right, seemingly avoiding invisible obstacles in the water while he kept glancing at a lighted screen on his console.
“They’re still gaining,” Michelle called out. Then she paled even more. “They’re going to fire a rocket,” she screamed. The man in the bow of the chase boat was indeed putting them in the crosshairs of his weapon.
Viggie yelled in terror.
Michelle barked, “Horatio, do not let her go!”
Whitfield eyed one spot in the water and seemed to be timing something. What he was timing was a wave. “Hold the hell on,” he
roared.
Sean and Michelle dropped to the deck and held on to anything they could find, including each other.
CHAPTER
86
THE RIB HIT THE WAVE, rode it straight up and went airborne, its twin props screaming as the water around them disappeared. Then the boat hit the surface of the inlet two feet farther down.
“Look out!” Valerie Messaline screamed from the chase boat. She had obviously realized what Whitfield had just done.
Michelle glanced back in time to see her dive off the boat along with a slew of others. The driver attempted to swerve around the place that Whitfield had managed to jump over, but it was too late. The boat hit the mine and exploded.
Whitfield immediately threw the RIB into a tight turn and shot back out of the inlet, passing Messaline and company as they struggled to get out of their body armor before it dragged them under.
“How the hell did you do that?” Sean asked in a stunned voice.
Whitfield tapped the screen in front of him. “It’s easy, when you know where the mines are laid. I had them change the position of one yesterday. I try to be prepared.”