the
autopsy reports from the three women Arrington buried in the basement in
Virginia?”
“Actually, pretty good,” said Scott. “The bodies were
taken back to the lab in Maine. They’re basically being scrubbed for any
biological material left behind, like Arrington’s saliva, hair or blood. We use
the reports to identify wounds that may contain material. I’ll make copies and
try to get them to you in the next few days.”
“Perfect, thank you.”
“I need to go,” said Scott. “Please tell Kristina I’m
sorry. I hope she understands why I’m doing this.”
“Consider it done.”
As soon as Scott appeared in the doorway, the security
detail quickly scanned the area and then returned to the vehicles. The small
convoy turned the corner and headed for the interstate. They sped by two
intoxicated tourists hugging the walls, still clutching their large cups of
dragster fuel. Their numerous Mardi Gras beads glistened as the headlights from
the vehicles lit up the corner and then disappeared down Canal Street.
“Quite a bit of activity tonight at the feds clubhouse,”
said Joshua Bell.
“Scott looked pissed,” said Derek Mathews, guzzling the
rest of his soda.
“Easy on that pop, Derek. You don’t want to rot your
teeth.”
“You’re hilarious.”
“I didn’t see the female agent go into the house,”
mentioned Joshua. “I wonder where she disappeared.”
“Is that important?” asked Derek.
“No, not really. We’ll deal with her and the rest of
them later.”
“I just wish there was another way,” said Derek,
lowering his eyes to the ground.
“There isn’t,” replied Joshua. “I don’t want to
sacrifice him either. But when we give them Richard, the only one that can get
close to us will be Alex. And when we remove him from the equation, we’ll make
them all pay for what they did to us.”
“Richard goes fast,” demanded Derek. “We need to make
sure of that. I don’t want him feeling the agony Peter did.”
“Okay. We’ll make sure,” said Joshua, “But either way,
you and I are going to feel it. There’s no getting around that.”
“I don’t want to get around it,” said Derek, becoming
angry. “I want to remember how it feels. I want to remember when I’m making all
of them feel it, too.”
“It’s about time you started coming around, Derek. I
have to admit I was beginning to worry you might soften up like the others.”
“Don’t worry about me. Those bastards deserve everything
we’re going to give them.”
“Good, brother. That’s what I like to hear. Now, all
this talk of a reckoning is making me hungry. Let’s go grab someone to eat.”
9
What’s Up, Doc?
Michelle heard the heavy footsteps of a man on the front
porch. She put her hand on her weapon as she approached the door. The smoked
glass made it difficult for her to identify the visitor. A light knock and a
whisper lowered her guard.
“It would help if you’d call before strolling over
here,” said Michelle.
“Sorry,” said Ryan. “Is she awake?”
“I don’t think she’ll be sleeping anytime soon. I can’t
blame her for being a little rattled. She told me about you making her run down
an alley as bait so you could TKO the bad guy. A trash can lid?”
“Yeah.”
“Nice touch,” said Michelle, walking him into the living
room where Kristina was sitting.
“How are you holding up?” asked Ryan.
“I wish I knew how Emma was doing. She must be scared to
death.”
“Michelle?”
“I’m on it, Boss,” said Michelle, grabbing her
untraceable phone and walking into the kitchen.
“Scott Wilson was here a few minutes ago. He wanted me
to tell you he was sorry you became involved. He seems to be genuinely worried
about you.”
“He was always worrying about me. Most of the men in my
life do worry. I think they see me as frail and easily breakable. I’m not a
weak person, Ryan.”
“I don’t believe you are, Kristina. But I can see where
others would want
autopsy reports from the three women Arrington buried in the basement in
Virginia?”
“Actually, pretty good,” said Scott. “The bodies were
taken back to the lab in Maine. They’re basically being scrubbed for any
biological material left behind, like Arrington’s saliva, hair or blood. We use
the reports to identify wounds that may contain material. I’ll make copies and
try to get them to you in the next few days.”
“Perfect, thank you.”
“I need to go,” said Scott. “Please tell Kristina I’m
sorry. I hope she understands why I’m doing this.”
“Consider it done.”
As soon as Scott appeared in the doorway, the security
detail quickly scanned the area and then returned to the vehicles. The small
convoy turned the corner and headed for the interstate. They sped by two
intoxicated tourists hugging the walls, still clutching their large cups of
dragster fuel. Their numerous Mardi Gras beads glistened as the headlights from
the vehicles lit up the corner and then disappeared down Canal Street.
“Quite a bit of activity tonight at the feds clubhouse,”
said Joshua Bell.
“Scott looked pissed,” said Derek Mathews, guzzling the
rest of his soda.
“Easy on that pop, Derek. You don’t want to rot your
teeth.”
“You’re hilarious.”
“I didn’t see the female agent go into the house,”
mentioned Joshua. “I wonder where she disappeared.”
“Is that important?” asked Derek.
“No, not really. We’ll deal with her and the rest of
them later.”
“I just wish there was another way,” said Derek,
lowering his eyes to the ground.
“There isn’t,” replied Joshua. “I don’t want to
sacrifice him either. But when we give them Richard, the only one that can get
close to us will be Alex. And when we remove him from the equation, we’ll make
them all pay for what they did to us.”
“Richard goes fast,” demanded Derek. “We need to make
sure of that. I don’t want him feeling the agony Peter did.”
“Okay. We’ll make sure,” said Joshua, “But either way,
you and I are going to feel it. There’s no getting around that.”
“I don’t want to get around it,” said Derek, becoming
angry. “I want to remember how it feels. I want to remember when I’m making all
of them feel it, too.”
“It’s about time you started coming around, Derek. I
have to admit I was beginning to worry you might soften up like the others.”
“Don’t worry about me. Those bastards deserve everything
we’re going to give them.”
“Good, brother. That’s what I like to hear. Now, all
this talk of a reckoning is making me hungry. Let’s go grab someone to eat.”
9
What’s Up, Doc?
Michelle heard the heavy footsteps of a man on the front
porch. She put her hand on her weapon as she approached the door. The smoked
glass made it difficult for her to identify the visitor. A light knock and a
whisper lowered her guard.
“It would help if you’d call before strolling over
here,” said Michelle.
“Sorry,” said Ryan. “Is she awake?”
“I don’t think she’ll be sleeping anytime soon. I can’t
blame her for being a little rattled. She told me about you making her run down
an alley as bait so you could TKO the bad guy. A trash can lid?”
“Yeah.”
“Nice touch,” said Michelle, walking him into the living
room where Kristina was sitting.
“How are you holding up?” asked Ryan.
“I wish I knew how Emma was doing. She must be scared to
death.”
“Michelle?”
“I’m on it, Boss,” said Michelle, grabbing her
untraceable phone and walking into the kitchen.
“Scott Wilson was here a few minutes ago. He wanted me
to tell you he was sorry you became involved. He seems to be genuinely worried
about you.”
“He was always worrying about me. Most of the men in my
life do worry. I think they see me as frail and easily breakable. I’m not a
weak person, Ryan.”
“I don’t believe you are, Kristina. But I can see where
others would want
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