“What can I do?”
Phillip held up the gun in his hand before pointing at the younger woman kneeling by him. “You know who’s guilty.”
“Yes, the Harvesters.”
“No. Who’sreallyguilty?” He shifted his finger on the trigger, ready to fire.
“Law enforcement who covered up the real criminals.”
Phillip shifted his aim, so the muzzle pointed to the floor. “Correct. But I’m willing to make a trade.”
Rapp had a bad feeling he knew where this was going.
“I’d rather have talked to Jane, but since she’s not here, you’ll do.”
How did he know she wasn’t there? “Tell me what you want.”
“You for them.”
“All of them?”
“Yes. But you have to drop the vest, the weapons, and walk toward me. Just you. The FBI for innocent civilians.”
“You can’t, sir,” one of the men closest to him said.
“Deal.” Rapp would hear about this later. But he had the best chance of getting those people free from this nightmare. He could only hope he wouldn’t regret not returning his mother’s phone call yesterday.
He didn’t want her last memory of him to be forgetting to wish his oldest brother a happy birthday.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Jane walkedinto the living room and paused, hands up, while Junior removed her gun, magazines, and knife. Sullivan took a seat on the couch while Junior gave Jane a pat-down. It was a little more intimate than professional but not too gropey.
A part of her wondered hysterically in Raine’s voice,Too gropey? You’re a moron.
“On the couch, Agent Cannon.” Junior smirked at her while his goons held their guns close, ready to shoot.
She joined Sullivan on the couch and waited for the fun to begin.
To her surprise, Junior stepped aside, giving Williams the floor.
“Thanks, guys. You’re sure he’s tied up in the back?”
One of the goons nodded. “Still out cold, too.”
“Good.” Williams shot Sullivan a cold smile. “Loverboy wouldn’t have lasted even if he wasn’t soon going to burn up in an unfortunate fire.”
“Fire? What…?” Sullivan gaped. “Rob, you can’t!” She started to get up, but Rob slapped her hard. Her head snapped back, and she sank onto the couch.
“Shut up. You ruinedeverything.” He glared with hatred.
Behind him, the Mazzucas laughed.
Junior slapped him on the back. “You’re all right, man. We’re going to doublecheck that all the rooms are doused in gasoline. I think Bucky’s still doing the greenhouse.”
The taller goon nodded. “Yeah. I ran out. I’ll go get more and flood it.”
“Then, whoosh,” the other goon added with a grin. “Flame on.”
