“Bu-bunk…”
“In the bunker? In Lambert’s bunker?”
“G-God, I’m h-hurting s-so bad.”
“Answer my question and I’ll end your pain right here and now.”
The man didn’t answer and Robie shook him again.
The man in the front seat edged his pistol over the vinyl and fired.
The round hit the other man in the forehead.
Without missing a beat Robie pointed his gun to the side and peeled off a shot, hitting the shooter in the hand. He screamed and dropped his gun.
Robie let go of the dead man and pointed his gun at his colleague, who was whimpering in the front seat while holding his wounded hand. Robie placed the muzzle of his pistol against the man’s left temple.
“You got three seconds to tell me where Dolph is.”
“Fuck you!”
“Two seconds.”
“I don’t know.”
“One second.”
The man screamed, “The silo! He’s in the damn silo.”
“Lambert’s?”
The man’s hand flew to his fallen gun.
Robie fired before he could even pick it up.
He looked around the car’s interior. Three fewer hate-filled assholes in the world. Nothing wrong with that.
But Dolph in the bunker? What was that about? Did that mean that Roark Lambert was somehow working with Dolph? That didn’t make sense, at least with what Robie knew about Lambert. But the fact was, he didn’t know that much
about the man.
He walked back to his truck and pulled out his phone.
She answered on the third ring.
It was Malloy.
“I thought you were still here,” she said groggily.
In clipped sentences he said what he needed to say.
He could envision her sitting up naked in bed and struggling to come to grips with what he had just said: shots, a chase, three men dead.
He had not told her what the man had said about the silo. Right now he didn’t trust anybody in this damn place.
“Are…are you serious?” she stammered.
“Serious as shit. You want to get out here, or you want to call in Bender?”
“I’m getting dressed. And I’m calling him. You stay right there.”
“No, I’ve got places to go.”
He clicked off before she had a chance to respond.
He set out flares so no one coming along here would slam into the car, which was still partially on the road.
He climbed back into his truck and drove off in the direction of the silo.
Chapter
54
REEL HAD HOT-WIRED the old limo’s engine and was now twenty minutes outside of town. Tommy Page would surely be pissed when he got outside only to find his ride gone, but she figured he was probably too drunk to drive anyway.
His portable GPS was on a carrier suction-cupped to the dashboard. She had punched “previous destinations” and the address for the cabin on Bluff Point Road had popped up. She’d clicked on it, and the device was telling her she had about another twenty minutes of driving to get to it.
The rain had picked up again as she drove along. The sky was so overcast that not a single star was visible. The land was flat for as far as her headlights would show. If there had been sand outside instead of dirt, Reel could have believed she was in the Middle East.
Right now she didn’t know which was more dangerous, Iraq or eastern Colorado.
Next, her thoughts, despite her best efforts, turned to Robie.
She was sure that he had gone off to see Malloy tonight. And Reel also was certain that she had driven him to do that. In fact, her words had practically demanded that he do so.
And why had she said to him what she had?
Part of her didn’t know.
Part of her thought she did, but the confidence level was ebbing.
She blinked, and with a swipe of the windshield wipers her mind also skipped to another train of thought. She was entering Robie’s apartment while he was gone and placing the note on his bed. She had gotten a week’s leave from the Middle East deployment. And she had flown directly back to the United States mainly to do what she had, after confirming that Robie was out of the country on assignment.
Essentially, fearless Jessica Reel didn’t have the courage to face the man over it.
But it had been six months since Mississippi, and she had returned none of his calls, none of his texts or e-mails. She had purposely avoided him at every turn, until he had simply given up.
She had volunteered for the most dangerous duty she could think of, and it had very nearly ended up killing her.
And for what reason?
What was the end game here?
You were always supposed to have one. You never started a mission without a concrete goal firmly in mind.
But Will Robie and I are not like a mission. We’re not even close to it. We’re something “else” that maybe neither one of us is prepared for.
Which was why she had written the note that she had.
It’s complicated.
No shit.
So she had taken sniping in Iraq over trying to find common ground with the only man she had ever felt anything for.
Sniping was easy. Sniping was something she knew how to do, excelled at. She feared nothing when she was behind the scope and trigger.
But this other stuff?
I’m clueless. And it scares the hell out of me.
With another whisk of the wipers, her mind returned to where she was going tonight. The minutes ticked by and she finally saw the bent signpost for Bluff Point Road.
She turned down the road, after cutting her lights.
According to Page, the Randalls had flown out to their Hampton digs. But that didn’t mean that the other guys with him on these “other” trips weren’t still in residence.
She passed four dark and what appeared to be empty structures.
The cabin was up ahead. She came to a rolling stop and looked over the place. It was dark, but that meant nothing. It was late and those inside might be asleep.
She got out, made sure she had a round chambered, and checked her ankle holster for her backup.
A Ka-Bar knife rode in a sheath on her right hip.
Serious dudes was how Page had described Randall’s companions. She wondered what serious dudes were doing around here with the rich, spoiled brat. She didn’t think fishing was foremost on their to-do list. So what then?
They had found no connection between Randall and the prisoners in a van. But she didn’t know they weren’t connected, either. And she had to believe that if they found out the truth behind the prisoners, they would find out what had happened to Blue Man.
She moved forward, keeping low and staying in one place only long enough to check for any signs of activity from within the cabin.
Ignoring the front door, she went around to the back. There were no vehicles parked at the place, but that could also mean nothing.
She reached the back door, and after listening for a bit she took out