“I am,” said Taylor, and fired a round between Mercer’s legs, which kicked up some mud as she shouted, “Drop it! Drop it or I put one in your fucking head!”
Mercer was partially blocking Brodie’s view, but he saw Taylor step out of the trees in a two-hand firing stance. “Drop it!”
Mercer was doing the math—spin, aim, fire.
Brodie thought he was going to go for it, or at least fail to comply, butMercer knew that the CID lady meant business, as they say, and Mercer threatening to kill Brodie would not lead to a standoff—it would lead to a bullet in his head.
Brodie stood and encouraged him, “Drop it, Kyle. It’s over.”
Mercer let the gun fall from his hand.
Taylor went into cop mode. “Down! Down! Face down!”
Mercer dropped to his knees and lay face down in the mud.
Brodie quickly snatched Mercer’s gun, backed off, and pointed the big Desert Eagle at him, saying to Taylor, “He’s covered.”
She stuck the Glock in the back of her waistband, then unwrapped the line that she’d taken from the boat and crouched beside Mercer, tying his hands behind his back. She remembered to say, “You’re under arrest.”
Brodie said, “Leave his legs free to travel.”
Taylor stood and shouted to Mercer, “Roll and stand!”
Mercer rolled on his back and sat up. Taylor and Brodie arm-locked him and got him to his feet.
Brodie pulled on his wet T-shirt while Taylor frisked the prisoner, finding only the knife and a wet handkerchief.
Brodie asked Taylor, “You get the sat phone?”
Taylor patted her pocket. “It was lying on the deck.”
“Okay. We’re in business. Except we have to relocate. His men could be coming to see what the shooting is all about.”
She nodded and glanced at the tree line, then down the shore at the fishing platform. She took the walkie off her T-shirt and scanned the channels.
Mercer spoke for the first time. “When they get here, I advise you both to put a bullet in your heads. That’s what I should have done to save myself from two years of torture, starvation, and rape.”
Brodie glanced at Taylor, who looked more angry than frightened. She said to Mercer, “Shut up unless I ask you a question.”
She was in total cop mode, noted Brodie, but this wasn’t a drug bust back in the States. This was a snatch job on Mercer’s home turf. Time to move.
Taylor told Mercer to get back on his face, then motioned to Brodie, and they walked out of earshot of Mercer. She said, “Escape and evasion is your department.”
“Okay, what do you hear on the walkie?”
“Hard to follow… a few guys are asking where is Señor Kyle. I guess they’re waiting for him in the mess hall.”
“What’s for lunch?”
“Us. If they find we’re missing.” She added, “I heard someone ask about Emilio again. And about another guy, David, who may be the guy you shot.”
“Right. David is floating past Kavak by now.” Brodie also thought about the Pemón woman and hoped she didn’t have lunch duty today.
“Scott?”
“Well… this bastard is not going to come along willingly. He’s waiting for his posse to arrive, and he’s an anvil around our necks.”
Taylor glanced at Mercer, still lying face down. “What are you saying, Scott?”
