height advantage. We can lay down suppressive fire and flank him.â
âNo cover.â The space between them and the other man was wide-open. Even with both of them firing, the guy simply had to get off one clean shot. And the worst-case scenario was they killed their lone suspect before they got to ask questions that might lead to the answers needed to end this once and for all.
âYou have a better idea?â There was an edge to her voice. She didnât like it when he dismissed her plans quickly, but there wasnât time to argue. She edged around the front of the truck, trying to get a clearer vantage point. âHow about we call in a helicopter and an F-16 and nuke him out of the field?â
âSarcasm? Really, McGuire?â Heâd forgotten the way stress pulled out her twisted humor. âWeâre all three hemmed in for now, and weâre short on time. Sooner or later, a bystanderâs going to come along and Iâm not sure our boy wonât shoot an innocent.â Tate tapped his finger on the barrel of his pistol. âThe truckâs a four-wheel drive?â
Meghan grinned. âYeah. But itâs no armor-plated tank. Want to rush him?â
âYouâll probably have a lot more bullet holes to explain.â
âOh, well.â She slid toward the driverâs door and eased it open. âAfter the first one, will more really make a difference?â She slipped into the truck, keeping low.
Tate followed, knowing he couldnât keep out of target range for long before he had to put himself into position to drive. Well, heâd have to trust God had gotten him this far and wouldnât drop the protection now. âReady?â
âAs Iâll ever be.â
The truck roared to life as Tate twisted the key and shifted into four-wheel drive, making a hard right and barreling across the shallow ditch toward their target. He braced himself for gunshots.
But they didnât come.
The man stood and walked toward them, arm raised and weapon loose in his hand as Tate ground the truck to a stop.
Tate focused on his face, trying to memorize the features. They locked eyes, and Tate knew with certainty. This was the same man whoâd executed Isaacâs crew and let him walk away alive.
A phenomenon he probably wouldnât allow twice.
âWhatâs he doing?â Meghan had her pistol raised, sighting on the man through the windshield.
âIâm going to find out. Keep him and me both alive.â Tate shoved the door open and leveled his gun on their pursuer as he rounded the front of the truck, leaving himself without a barrier. Behind him, the passenger door popped opened. Meghan would cover him. Later, sheâd kill him for being stupid.
Fine. He wanted answers and he was going to get them. âGun down.â He fired the command, keeping his own pistol level, his elbows tucked close.
The man laughed, his ice-blue eyes remaining cold as the gun dangled from one finger. âYouâll have to shoot me, and I donât think you want to risk losing what I know.â
âDonât tempt me.â
âMy death wonât get you any answers.â
Frustration dug into Tateâs shoulders, and he worked to keep his muscles loose. Control. Situational control was shifting from power to knowledge. He had to regain it somehow.
Tate dropped his aim and crept slowly closer. âA blown knee wonât do you any favors.â He shifted his aim again. âAnd Iâm sure you know a gut shot wonât kill you straight off. Just make you wish it had.â He leveled the pistol. âGun down. Now. You have no other out.â
The end was close. Tate could taste it. The level of assassin this guy probably was, they could threaten him with anything to get him to talk about what he knew. Surely there was a string of unsolveds with this guyâs fingerprints all over them. Leverage. He had a new avenue to aim
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