Stone, Dino, and Ed werealmost to the garage when Stone heard the familiar roar of the Woodie’s engine.
“They’re stealing the station wagon!” he yelled.
“What?” Dino asked.
“The station wagon! They’re stealing it!”
Instead of continuing to the side door, he swerved toward the front of the garage. Dino and Ed followed.
Just as he rounded the corner there was a loud crash followed by the large doors bursting open.
Stone had to reverse course to avoid being smacked by the door heading his way.
He circled around it and saw the station wagon racing away. Ed and Dino were at his side a second later. As all three of them raised their guns, Carly’s rifle cracked twice.
One of the taillights went out, but there was no visible sign of the second shot hitting the vehicle.
Stone and his friends opened fire next, but the station wagon continued on its way through the gate and out onto the road, unaffected by the attempts to stop it.
“They’re stuck on the island,” Ed shouted over the rain, theneyed the MG still in the garage. “Neither of them will be as familiar with the area as you and I. I say we track them down.”
“I’m in,” Stone said.
“We need a better weapon though. Maybe one of the rifles we took or, better yet, your Winchester. Does it still have a scope?”
“It does, but Carly has it in the attic. It’ll take a few minutes to get it.”
“Like I said, it’s an island,” Ed said. “A few minutes won’t hurt.”
“I’ll get it,” Dino said. “You get the car ready.”
He ran back to the house, and Stone and Ed to the MG.
After they’d climbed into their seats, Stone said, “It’s going to be wet.”
The MG didn’t have a roof.
“What’s a little more water?”
Dino soon returned with the Winchester and gave it to Ed. “Happy hunting.”
“That’s the plan,” Ed said.
Stone fired up the engine, then turned to Dino. “If you’re looking for something to do, you might want to round up the people Ed knocked out before they wake up.”
“You want me to pick up after you?”
“Technically, after Ed.”
Stone smiled, let up on the clutch, and the MG sprinted out of the garage.
Chapter 44
Bronsky seethed in the passengerseat of the station wagon.
Parker had all but promised that he had everything handled and that terminating Dame Felicity would be a simple task. But the whole thing had gone to shit in a matter of seconds. And since Parker had been in charge, he was the one Bronsky would hold responsible.
Bronsky was clearheaded enough to know that payment for Parker’s sin would have to wait until they were somewhere safe and his wound had been tended to.
