“So is kidnapping. So is murder. Who hired you?”
As Pete pressed his lips together, Gabe shrugged. “Have it your way.”
He pulled out a large piece of plastic sheeting and spread it on the floor before tipping Pete’s chair back so that he was now lying on his back. The man’s eyes, filled with panic.
“Who are you working for?”
“If I tell you anything, he’ll kill me.”
“You may not live long enough for that,” Gabe answered.
Olivia was watching the proceedings with a kind of sick fascination. She hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’tthis.
Gabe slapped the towel on the man’s face.
“No wait,” he begged
“Who are you working for?”
“Smith. His name is Smith,” came the muffled answer from under the towel.
“We know that’s not his real name. Who is he really?”
“That’s the handle he used with me.”
“Let’s see if you’re telling the truth.” Gabe poured some of the water from the pitcher onto the towel, where it plastered the covering to the man’s face.
Pete sputtered and gasped. “No, please...”
Gabe stopped pouring the water. “If you don’t know his name, whatcanyou tell me?”
“He lives in a big house. He’s got a lot of property. The place backs onto a river.”
“You took Carson there?”
“Yes,” the kidnapper gasped out.
“What was the name on the mailbox?”
“There wasn’t any. Maybe he gets his mail at a P.O. box.”
“House number?”
“Maybe there was one, but I didn’t pay any attention.”
Gabe cursed under his breath, obviously trying to figure out what useful information he could get out of this guy.
He was lifting the pitcher again when Travis came charging back through the wall.
“What?” Olivia asked in alarm.
Two SUVs just pulled up.
How did they find us?
Don’t know. But you gotta split,now.
Olivia put her hand on Gabe’s shoulder. “Uh, our friend says we have to go. We have company.”
