Cash watched the targets while his protectees made their way up the stairs. Rigs appeared off to his left. A thumbs-up signaled that the back of the house was clear and he was moving in on the targets. He moved silently and almost effortlessly through the undergrowth. The man was a machine in his element.
Rigs signaled that he was in position. Cash moved out of the house and towards the targets. The three moved, raising their weapons but Cash moved too quickly, already finding cover behind the Chief’s car.
The targets’ movements had opened them up as planned to Rigs. He raised his P90 and was about to start shooting, when he paused, noticing their clothing for the first time.
“Jesus, don’t shoot!” screamed one of the targets. They all dropped their weapons, suddenly realizing they had been outplayed.
Cash stepped out as Rigs whistled the all clear to him.
Three police officers stepped out of the woods, their hands held high above their heads.
“What the hell were you guys doing?” asked Cash.
“We were on our way back from the Observatory when we spotted you in the Chief’s car. We tried to sneak up on you but obviously you spotted us.”
“I’m afraid the Chief’s dead.”
Fear turned to anger on all three of the officers’ faces and their hands instinctively dropped towards their holsters.
“It wasn’t us, they killed my father, Professor Harris, as well,” Cash quickly explained, realizing their misunderstanding.
“Cash?” asked one of the officers.
Cash nodded.
“Jesus, I didn’t recognize you! It’s been so long. Paul Banks,” he stepped forward offering his hand.
Cash couldn’t place him.
“Banksie!”
“Banksie, as in pot-head Banksie?” asked Cash.
Banksie’s face dropped slightly. “All in the past,” he said awkwardly.
“Of course. Have you got back up on the way?” asked Cash, scanning the area.
Banksie shook his head. “We’ve been trying to radio for back up, but nothing. We’ve tried our cells, none of them are working!”
Cash looked at Rigs, knowingly; it wasn’t over.
“Are Sophie and Mrs. K alright?” asked Banksie.
“Obviously upset but yeah, they’re fine.”
“And that handsome young lad of yours?”
Cash looked at him.
“Seriously,” chipped in Rigs quietly to Cash. “You didn’t see it?”
Cash shook his head. “No, I didn’t.” He walked back into the house and straight upstairs.
“Sophie? It’s fine, they’re police officers,” he called out.
Sophie, Kyle and Mrs. Kramer appeared from one of the bedrooms.
“Can I speak to you in private, please?” he said, looking at Sophie, who nodded.
“Kyle?” he began, as they walked into Sophie’s old bedroom.
Sophie nodded and began to cry. Cash looked on with contempt.
“Me or my father?” he asked angrily.
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Captive-in-Chief
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Epilogue
AUTHOR'S NOTE
OTHER TITLES
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