The Sixth Man (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 5)
He didn’t flinch. He just stood there, staring at her with contempt. She finally looked away.
“These men have something they need to tell you.”
He stepped aside as they came forward, read off her rights, and cuffed her.
As they led her away, Harkes called out, “One more thing.”
She turned to look at him.
He held up the gun. “You should’ve checked to make sure someone hadn’t taken out the firing pin, Madame Secretary.”
CHAPTER
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SEAN LOOKED DOWN at the number on his phone. “It’s Colonel Mayhew, from the Maine State Police. I phoned him earlier but he didn’t pick up. I left a message for him to call me back.”
Sean answered and explained things to the colonel.
Mayhew was understandably happy with the results. “You tell those people down in D.C. to make sure those bastards never see the light of day.”
“I will, sir,” said Sean with a grin.
“Damndest thing,” said Mayhew. “Can’t figure it.”
“What’s that?”
“Finished the autopsy on poor Eric.”
Sean’s stomach slightly tensed. “Gunshot wound, right?”
“Absolutely. No doubt of it. Right to the chest.”
Sean relaxed. “So what’s the problem?”
“Well, it was a .32 slug. Same type that killed Dukes and your friend Ted Bergin. But the really strange thing is it was a contact wound. I just can’t figure how Eric could have let them get so close to him without getting off one shot. I mean—”
But Sean was no longer listening. He was running.
He was running not for his life. But for the life of the person he cared for above all others.
“Feel better?” asked Michelle, as Megan came into the room dressed in fresh clothes.
“The shower felt great. I think I’m halfway human again. And thanks for having my clothes sent here.”
“No problem. After we failed you up in Maine it was the least we could do.”
Michelle glanced out the window. In an SUV parked out front sat three FBI agents. There were two more in the rear yard of the safe house. For the first time in a long time she felt reasonably safe.
“Where’s Edgar?” asked Megan.
“In the kitchen cooking.”
“Can he cook?” asked Megan.
“That would be a definite yes. I’m sure you’re hungry. I guess they didn’t feed you much.”
“Proverbial bread and water. I still can’t believe I got out of there alive.”