“Understood.”
Noah hung up.
Omar said, “You know we can’t just sit here on our butts for fifteen minutes.”
He knew, but he didn’t like strategically planning with only a hotshot ATF agent as his backup.
“And we don’t have time to talk about it,” Omar continued. “Callahan knows we’re here. It’s pretty damn obvious, don’t you think?”
Noah put aside his dislike of Omar Lewis and made swift decisions. “We exit the vehicle. You go left along the perimeter, I’ll go right and engage. You said he was the only person who knew you were undercover, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Stick to the shadows and focus your sharpshooter skills on the bad guys. I’m trusting you on this, Agent Lewis.”
“You can.”
Omar squelched the indoor lights before they opened the doors. He disappeared quickly, blending into the dark of night. Noah took the direct approach.
“Jon Callahan,” he shouted, “this is Special Agent Noah Armstrong with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I just want to talk.”
He put his hands up to show he came in friendship.
“Jon, I’m here to help you.”
He surveyed the surroundings. He didn’t see anyone, but could feel eyes upon him.
He walked toward the building at the base of the hillside, near the mine entrance. The moon gave only a little light, but the fires to the northeast made the sky glow a deep orange.
The door was open; the place had been emptied. Whatever C-4 and equipment was inside was now either set to detonate or hidden elsewhere by Callahan.
Noah cautiously skirted the outside of the building. In his left periphery, he saw movement. It could have been Omar, but it didn’t feel right. The ATF agent was too skilled to be spotted.
“Jon, I’m a friend of Sean Rogan. You know Bobbie has him, right? We don’t know where she is or what she’s planning to do to Sean. She sent someone to kill both me and my partner, Lucy Kincaid. You met her already. Sean’s girlfriend.”
Noah passed the building and glanced into the truck. The C-4 wasn’t inside.
“Jon, you don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“Hold it.” The voice was to his right, just on the other side of the truck. “Keep your hands up,” said Jon. “I don’t want to shoot you, Agent Armstrong, but if I have to I will. Bobbie is on her way, and this ends tonight.”
“Correction,” a female voice came from the hillside above them, “Bobbie is here, and you’re going to give me my money and my C-4 or die.”
Patrick had studied the area earlier in the day and decided they’d approach the mine from the back, which would take longer but give them better cover. Lucy deferred to her brother, but was nervous that they were taking too long to get there. They couldn’t drive the entire way, and jogged a half mile to the mine, almost all uphill.
They regrouped behind an entangled overgrowth of blackberry bushes.
“Voices,” Patrick whispered, nodding his head toward the mine entrance.
The clearing in front of the mine was a semicircular hard-packed area roughly the size of a football field. The mine was cut into the hillside, and based on the elevation of the ventilation shaft Sean had fallen in earlier, the tunnels inside must be graded downward. The building where the C-4 had been stored was on the opposite side of the entrance from where Lucy and Patrick were hidden, built up against the hillside. Above it, the hill sloped up gradually about five feet, then leveled off where the trees began.
The glowing sky behind the mine illuminated the area, but details were hard to identify. Everything was framed by shifting shadows. Distant helicopters and the trill of emergency vehicles broke the silence, but here, at the mine, they had no backup.
“We need to get closer,” Lucy said. She looked around for a way. “We’ll go around the boulder near the entrance.”
“If they see us we’re sitting ducks.”
“We’ll only be exposed for a minute or two. As soon as we step into the mine, we’ll be covered and much closer.”
Lucy didn’t wait for Patrick to concur. She started out, her heart pounding. She skirted the rock face, neither fast nor slow, until she made it to the entrance.
Someone was already there.
Gun drawn, she aimed it at the figure standing flat against the inside of the rough cave.
“Identify yourself,” she demanded, in a coarse whisper.
“Don’t shoot me. I’m Ricky Swain.”
Lucy let out a quiet sigh of relief. “Lucy Kincaid.”
“You’re Sean’s girlfriend.”
“Have you seen him?”
“No. But my aunt Bobbie is outside somewhere and I’m worried. Jon thought-” Ricky shook his head. “I don’t know what he was thinking. No one knows Bobbie better than me, and I told him this wasn’t going to work. But I want to help him. I know how he feels.”
From Ricky’s vantage point, Lucy could see the small building and Jon Callahan’s truck about thirty yards away. Bobbie Swain was on the roof of the building, a gun on Noah and Jon who had their hands up. As she watched, a white-haired man emerged from the shadows. It was Reverend Carl Browne, she thought, though she couldn’t see his face. Browne disarmed Noah and Jon. She glanced around quickly. Where was Omar Lewis? Was he in a position to shoot? He was a sniper, he could take Bobbie and the reverend down immediately. Or had he abandoned them?
Patrick stepped in behind her. “Dammit,” he said when he saw what was happening outside.
“Ricky, this is my brother, Patrick. What is Jon planning?”
“He’s going to kill Bobbie.”
“He already lost his advantage,” Lucy said.
Ricky didn’t say anything for a moment.
“My mom told me if I had an emergency, call Jon. And he would fix it. He’s fixing it.”
“This isn’t protecting you, not now. Jon is no longer the man your mother trusted. Look at his grief-Bobbie killed the woman he loved.”
Lucy glanced into the dark mine. Two tunnels blacker than a moonless night, branched off. One of those led to where she found Victoria’s body.
“Lucy,” Patrick said and pointed to the ceiling.
C-4 had been pressed into the crevices around the mine entrance. Blasting caps were inserted into the C-4 at regular intervals, the wires all coming out to merge into one small box with a blinking red light.
“Does Jon have the detonator switch?” she asked.
Ricky didn’t answer right away. “Aunt Bobbie will come in here. Then it’ll all come down.”
“You don’t want to kill someone in cold blood,” Lucy said. “Not even Bobbie.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child!” Ricky said. He pressed the palms of his hands against his forehead. “She stole everything from me. My whole family is gone. Joe.” His voice cracked.
“She kidnapped Sean. She’s not getting away. Help me stop her without anyone else dying.”
Patrick’s attention was diverted from the C-4 to movement outside the mine. Lucy followed his gaze. Bobbie was forcing Noah and Jon toward the mine at gunpoint. Lucy didn’t see Sean anywhere. Where had Bobbie left him?
She’d killed him.
Lucy refused to believe that. But she couldn’t get the thought out of her mind.
“What’s in here that she wants so badly?” she asked.
“A half-million dollars.”
Patrick said urgently, “Lucy, we have to get out of here now.”
Lucy said to Ricky. “He’s right. Let’s go.”
He was still uncertain, and Lucy grabbed his arm to encourage him. Patrick led the way, then Lucy heard a female voice shout, “Ricky, stop.”
Ricky did, forcing Lucy to stop as well. Lucy didn’t know how she hadn’t spotted Patrick. Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw a glimpse of his face. He’d stepped into a small, natural alcove in the mountain. If he stood still, Bobbie might not see him. But if she did, he was an easy targ
et.
Bobbie walked to Ricky and Lucy. “You’re the girlfriend.” Her face twisted as she looked back at Noah. “You-you’re both supposed to be dead!”
“I think-” Lucy began stepping to the left to keep Bobbie’s attention on her.
“Not a word from you. Carl, watch them. Jon, come with me. You, this bitch, and I are getting my money.”
From the second Sean knew Bobbie and the reverend were out of earshot, he started working on the handcuffs. They were too tight to slip off, a trick he’d done a few times in his life. But deep in the pockets of his jeans was a bobby pin. He remembered when he was little his sister had once told him she always had bobby pins in her hair and a rubber band around her wrist because they could solve any number of fashion emergencies.
Sean took the advice, but applied it to personal security. He always had a bobby pin in his pocket, pushed into a seam, so that on a quick search, it couldn’t be felt. He couldn’t risk it while being watched because he had to go through contortions to remove the pin and then to pick the handcuffs.
He had to remain calm and steady, because if he dropped the pin it would delay his escape, putting Lucy and everyone else at greater risk. He closed his eyes and felt for the small hole in the cuffs. He bent the bobby pin and inserted the thinner end into the lock. He moved it slowly around, using his skills and sense of touch and a hint of a sixth sense that had helped him more times than he could count. Clearing his mind, he pictured the inside of the lock, focused on seeing the pin hit the right spot to spring the latch. Click.
Sean removed the cuffs and pulled the duct tape from his mouth, then let out a long breath as he tore through the duct tape around his ankles, which took him longer than picking the lock.
Free, he searched the car for a gun or knife, anything he could use as a weapon. The only thing he could find was an old tire iron, which he grabbed, then ran through the woods toward the mine.
He reached the edge of a cliff and stopped, his momentum almost taking him over the edge. But it wasn’t a long fall-below him was the roof of a small building. To one side was Callahan’s truck, to the other was the white truck. Now that he was closer, he saw that it wasn’t his rental and he breathed a bit easier. There was still trouble, but Lucy wasn’t here.
There was a lot of movement at the mine entrance, and he saw Noah and Ricky emerge, followed by Reverend Browne, who had a gun on them.
Timing was everything. Browne glanced back at the mine, distracted. Someone else was in there. Sean slipped down to the roof, then dropped off the side, out of sight from the entrance. That’s when he saw Patrick, flush against the rock wall of the mine, tightly wedged in a crevice only yards from Browne’s position. If Browne looked to the right, he’d see Patrick and have a direct line of fire. There was no way Sean could get to the group without being seen.
Trusting both Patrick and Noah to take advantage of the opportunity, Sean exposed himself to distract Browne. He ran from the building, directly toward the group, his eyes on Browne’s gun.
Browne turned and aimed his gun toward Sean. Sean dove for the ground, rolled to the right, and jumped up again. Browne was thrown off guard just enough for Noah to push Ricky down and put himself between the kid and Browne. Simultaneously, Patrick charged from his hiding spot and tackled the older man, pinning his gun hand to the ground. Noah disarmed him, then retrieved two more guns from the back of Browne’s pants.
“Good work,” Sean said as he ran over. He pulled the handcuffs he’d escaped out of from his pocket and said, “Let me.”
Sean cuffed Carl, smug and satisfied. “One down. Where’s that insane woman? And Jon?”
Noah said, “In the mine.”
“Great-they’re trapped. We’ll wait for backup and then-”
A dark expression crossed both Patrick and Noah’s faces. “Where’s Lucy?”
“She’s with them.”
“Why are we standing around here?” Sean ran into the mine.
Patrick followed. “Wait, Sean!”
“Don’t tell me to wait for backup, not when that lunatic has Lucy.”
Patrick pointed to the ceiling. Sean looked up. At first he didn’t know what he was supposed to see, then Noah shined a flashlight and exposed multiple charges sticking out of what could only have been the C-4 Bobbie had been ranting about.
“We need to pull every blasting cap out of the C-4,” Noah said, reaching up to the charge closest to him.
Omar Lewis came in. “There’s no one around the perimeter. Good work, Armstrong.” Then he looked up. “Oh shit.”
“Who has the detonator?” Sean demanded as both he and Patrick followed Noah’s lead.
Ricky replied. “Jon.”
FORTY-ONE
Jon and Lucy had flashlights; Bobbie had a gun. Jon took the lead, which meant Bobbie had the gun at Lucy’s back. Every few feet she poked Lucy with the barrel, and Lucy tried not to stumble. She didn’t want to fall down an exploration shaft a hundred feet to her death.
Jon whispered, “Keep your hand on the wall. Test each spot of ground before you step. About seventy feet in there’s an exploration shaft.”
“Give her the money,” Lucy told him. She didn’t want to walk that far into the mine. They had already started a gradual descent.
“Where is it?” Bobbie demanded.
“Victoria’s coffin,” Jon sneered. He stopped walking and turned to face Bobbie. In the yellow glow of the flashlight, he looked gaunt and determined.
He opened up his right hand. Inside was a small box with a switch. His thumb rested on the switch. “You’re not getting the money,” Jon told her. “This ends now.”
“This is about a woman? She was an FBI agent! She only seduced you to get close to me.”
“No. I knew she was an agent. She was going to save this town.”
Bobbie stared at Jon in shock and disgust. “You knew?” She held her gun in his face. “You fucking knew she was a Fed?”
“She wanted to bring in a team, but we both worried you’d smell the operation. So we worked together. And you never knew there was another undercover operative. You’re not as smart as you think, Roberta.”
“Jon, stop,” Lucy said, not wanting to antagonize Bobbie further.
“I’m sorry, Lucy.”
Bobbie fumed. “You disgust me, you fucking traitor. I don’t need you anymore, I know these tunnels better than anyone.”
Lucy shouted, “No! Bobbie, Jon rigged the mine to explode. We’ll all die!”
But Bobbie pressed the gun’s trigger and Jon’s chest exploded. His thumb hit the switch. Lucy screamed.
Sean had the last blasting cap in his hand when it exploded, burning the tips of his fingers. He dropped it and shook out the pain.
The mine stood. An echo of a feminine scream haunted him. Lucy.
“Fuck, that was too close!” Omar exclaimed.
There had been twelve blasting caps embedded in the C-4. C-4 was very stable and needed a spark to detonate; not even a bullet could set it off on its own. As soon as Bobbie disappeared down the tunnel, Omar ran up and tried to disarm the detonation device, but simultaneously the others pulled the blasting caps.
That quick plan had saved their lives.
“I’m going in.” Sean had retrieved his gun from Carl Browne, and now shoved it in his belt. “I heard a gunshot.” They all had, seconds before the blasting caps popped.
“You need me to guide you,” Ricky said.
“Hold it,” Noah said. “No way in hell I’m letting you walk in there unprotected.”
“You can’t stop me,” Sean said, his voice low and calm, but his eyes burned with pain and anger.
“I have equipment,” Omar said. “Wait one minute.” He bolted toward his truck.
Sean didn’t want to wait. The longer they waited, the more danger Lucy was in-if she wasn’t already dead.
Patrick said, “Sean, think. You need a flashlight, rope, a radio. And Ricky, you’re not going in.”
“I know this mine. So does Jon. Bobbie thinks she does, but she hasn’t been down here for years. Jon told her the money was where Victoria’s body had been, but he didn’t really put it there. He stashed it in Joe’s house.”
“Which means when Bobbie gets there and sees the money is missing, she’ll lash out at Lucy,” Sean said. “We have to beat her there, go in through the ventilation shaft.”
“It’ll take you twenty minutes minimum to drive over there-there’s no straight path,” Ricky said. “We have to follow. And quickly.”
“I’m not letting you risk yourself, Ricky.”
“This is my fault. I helped Jon. I knew I shouldn’t have, but Bobbie killed everyone who ever mattered to me.”
“She’s a sick psycho,” Sean agreed, “and I’m not letting her get Lucy. Or you.”
Omar drove up, his headlights illuminating the entire entrance. He jumped out. “I have a plan.”
Sean’s frustration hit overload. He didn’t know if Lucy was dead or alive, and he didn’t want to wait another minute.
Noah grabbed him and stared him down. “If that bullet was for Lucy, she’s dead. If it wasn’t, then she needs you to think smart. Or so help me, I’ll cuff you and get her myself.”
Sean’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Tell me the plan, Agent Lewis-fast.”
Lucy fell to her knees when Jon hit the switch, her arms covering her head.
Nothing happened.
She heard voices from the entrance. Judging from their steps, they were about thirty feet in.
Jon was on the ground next to her. She took his hand. “Jon-”
“I–I’m sorry. I didn’t w-w-want to hurt you.” His voice was labored and raspy. It sounded like Bobbie’s bullet had punctured a lung. He struggled for another breath.
“It was an accident. You didn’t mean to press the button.” She wanted to believe it, but wasn’t certain she could. “I’ll get help.”
“S-Stay left.”
Bobbie grabbed Jon’s flashlight and kicked him in his stomach.
“Don’t!” Lucy shouted.
Bobbie kicked him again. “You blew up my warehouses!” Kick. “Stole my money!” Double kick. “Ruined everything!” Jon fell to his side. Blood dripped from his mouth.
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