“If we do, I’ll slide out first, being skinnier,” Letty said. “If you’ve got to, don’t worry about the tent. This net won’t slow down your buckshot.”
They settled in, watched the building in the bare illumination of the pole light, then Kaiser yawned and asked, “You want to watch first? I could sleep awhile.”
“Sleep,” Letty said. “I’m wide awake.”
“Don’t let me go more than three hours,” Kaiser said. “You need downtime, too.”
Letty spent the three hours listening to music with her iPhone AirPods, and reading her phone inside her sweatshirt. At one o’clock, she woke Kaiser: “Nothing.”
“I got it, you sleep,” he said. He yawned again. “I actually feel pretty good.”
Letty took a while to doze off, finally locked into a memory of a fishing trip with her parents to the north woods of Wisconsin, and slept. She had no idea how long she’d been down when Kaiser nudged her hard, and then, in the next instant, breathed, “Shhh.”
She’d been sleeping on her back, head on the motel pillow. She opened her eyes, carefully rolled over in place, feeling the tension in Kaiser’s shoulder as he looked out through the mesh and the weeds. A pickup had turned down into the parking lot. The driver parked at the front door to the building. An older man got out of the cab, thin, gray hair to his shoulders.
“Winks,” Letty whispered. She’d seen photos of him, but not the man.
“Think so.”
Winks stretched, dug in the pocket of his jeans for keys, unlocked the door, went inside. Lights came on and Winks pulled the door shut.
“What time is it?” Letty asked.
“Ten after three,” Kaiser said. “You’ve been sleeping like a log for two hours.”
They watched for twenty minutes, occasionally saw a flash of Winks’s red shirt through the front window. He appeared to be working at a desk, standing up, sitting down, out of sight. Twice, he stood and looked out through the window, toward the road, then disappeared again.
“He’s waiting for someone,” Letty suggested.
“Could be. Odd time to be doing paperwork. Maybe he wants to be here for a delivery?”
Then they saw headlights approaching from the south, slowing, and a tan Jeep turned in under the pole light.
“That’s Sawyer,” Letty said.
Winks stood up and looked out the window as Sawyer got out of the Jeep and walked toward the door. Winks opened it from the inside.
Kaiser: “Did Sawyer pull a gun?”
“I think he did,” Letty said. “Yo, man, you think...”
Sawyer walked through the open door and they heard a voice, uncertain which man, and then...
Crack!
“He fuckin’ shot him,” Kaiser said. He sounded astonished.
Letty already had her pack open. She pulled out the Staccato case, unzipped it, took out the gun, and jacked a round into the chamber.
Kaiser: “Wait!”
“No. I’m going.”
She slid out the back of the tent, and Kaiser pushed his way after her, keeping the shotgun pointed at the building’s front door. Letty moved to her right, until the nearest oil tank was between her and the front door, and then ran lightly toward it, Kaiser a step behindher. Letty looked around the oil tank, then ran on to the next one, watching the door.
As she got to the tank, the lights in the building went out and Sawyer stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind him, moving toward his truck.
Letty shouted, “Stop there! Get on the ground! Get on the ground or I’ll kill you.”
