“I think this was supposed to be a simple carjacking followed by a kidnapping. In a minute or so, they’ll realize that it’s gone bad. Won’t take them long to figure out which way we went. From this location, I will be able to spot them before they find us.”
“And then what?”
He took the pistol out from under his jacket and settled onto hisbelly to peer through the narrow crack between two rocks. “Then I use this. With luck, they won’t expect me to be armed. As far as most people are concerned, I’m just a guy who spends way too much time in a lab, studying rocks.”
“Sounds like an excellent career path to me.” Abby tightened her hold on Newton. The dog wriggled a little in her arms, trying to get free.
There was a fierce, all-too-familiar tension about Newton that Sam recognized. They were both experiencing the icy energy that accompanied danger, he thought, a unique kind of rush. He switched his attention back to the view of the road.
Down on the pavement, a man loped around the corner and into plain sight. It was the guy who had been slumped over the steering wheel of the blocking car. A second man got out of the chase car and joined his companion. Together they both looked at the open doors of the SUV, and then they turned to gaze up into the trees. One of them pointed at the pile of granite boulders.
“They just figured out that we’re up here,” Sam said.
“Not like we had much of a choice when it came to hiding places,” Abby whispered.
Down below, both men took out guns and started up the hillside They separated, working their way toward the boulders, trying to use the trees for cover. But it was clear that they were not accustomed to moving through heavily wooded terrain. One of them skidded on a pile of needles and stones and nearly went down. Dead branches crackled under their feet.
City thugs, Sam decided. Guys like this were used to dealing drugs in back alleys, conducting smash-and-grab robberies and carjackings, crimes more suited to an urban environment.
They were out of their element today, and working under a majorstrategic disadvantage, whether they knew it or not. They were advancing uphill on an opponent who had the high ground, a fortified high ground at that. And they didn’t know yet that the opposition was armed.
Sam settled into the zone.I can work with this.
The second man stumbled again and fell to one knee. “Shit.”
In the deep silence of the woods, the curse was clearly audible.
Sam squeezed off a warning shot. A branch exploded above the second man’s head.
“Shit,”the second man yelped again. He lunged for the cover of the tree trunk. “He’s got a gun.”
The first man scrambled for cover. “Yeah, I can see that.” He raised his voice. “You up there, the guy with the gun, listen, man. We’re armed, too. But this doesn’t have to get messy. We don’t care about you. We want the woman. Send her out and everyone walks away from this now.”
Sam let the silence echo. City thugs were no good when it came to the waiting game. They tended to be a jittery, impatient lot. They lacked the discipline for this kind of hunting.
“Hey, we’re not going to hurt the woman if that’s what you’re worrying about,” the second man shouted. “It’s okay, man. We’re just going to take her with us for a little while. We were hired to pick her up, that’s all. There’s this guy who wants her to do a job for him. When it’s over, she goes home, safe and sound. Nobody gets hurt.”
There was another long silence. The first man couldn’t take it. He leaned around the tree and fired blindly. Most of the bullets plowed harmlessly into the ground. A couple zinged off one of the larger boulders.
When the silence became intolerable again, the second man called to his friend.
“Maybe he’s out of ammunition,” he said, sounding hopeful.
“Like hell,” the first man responded. “He’s going to wait up there and pick us off if we try to get to those rocks. Shit, this isn’t going to work.”
“I’ve had it,” the second man said. “We didn’t get paid enough for this. Let’s get out of here.”
“You up there in the rocks,” the first man shouted. “You win. We’re leaving. Don’t shoot.”
Sam let the silence lengthen once more.
Cautiously, both men edged away from the sheltering trees and half crawled, half stumbled back down the hillside toward the road. Sam fired two more shots by way of encouragement.
Newton exploded out of Abby’s clutches. He charged around the tumbled boulders and raced down the hillside.
“Newton,” Abby yelped, stricken. “No. Come back here.”
“I knew that condo dog was going to be a problem,” Sam said.
