Clint Faraday Mysteries Collection B :This Job is Murder Collector's Edition by CD Moulton Page A
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house, out of sight. They may come or send someone
to find something here. Judi will know I’ll expect that and will be
able to make them think something is here. That will separate one
of them, if there are more than one. It could make it a bit hairy
for Judi and Ann if there’s only one ... no. They’ll either be
forced to come along or locked in a house or something.
“ If someone comes, stay out of sight
and note where they go. Follow them if you can stay where they
won’t know. They’ll lead us to the women if we haven’t found them
before. If we find them one of us will come back here before we do
anything if we have the time.
“ Cori will go with Mike and Luis. They
can see that nothing happens to her ... and that she can’t be held
in danger to keep us away. (She started to protest. That made her
understand that Clint wanted no way for her to be held hostage.)
We’ll all be packing. We might end up having to shoot our way out
of something. If it comes to that, you shoot. This isn’t a game or
a TV show.
“ Questions?”
They all agreed. Mike, Cori and Luis headed
down the mountain, Mark, Obilio and Matt went with Clint to a
nearby place where the path couldn’t be seen from anywhere else and
waited until they were a distance away before Mark went back to the
house from behind.
Clint was a hell of a lot more worried about
Judi and Ann than he was about to let on.
Kidnapped!
Clint and Matt let Obilio do most of the
tracking. The chicken blood trail ended after less than a kilometer
when they found the jar under some bushes by the trail. There were
spots about every 200 meters along the way. There was still a lot
of the blood in the jar. That worried Clint. Was she caught or did
she ditch the jar to keep from being caught?
They were going in the general direction of
where they followed before. Obilio stopped them after awhile and
said he was pretty sure he knew where they were hiding. They could
get to the place by either path. It was about three kilometers
along. Those two paths were the only way in or out. They would come
close to the other path, but across the river, about half a
kilometer ahead. The river was shallow and easy to cross there, but
the crosser would be very visible. He felt one of them should go to
the other path in case one of them saw them coming on this one.
They would probably try to take the other path out in that case.
Clint thought for a minute, then told Obilio and Matt to follow
this path and he would cross the river a little farther back and
would get to the other path. Give him fifteen minutes, then go
ahead as they were going.
He went back to a spot where there were rocks
all along in the river just behind a bend that would hide him from
the lower ford. He was able to cross without a lot of trouble, then
went on through the brambles and shrubs to find the path. He moved
along it for about two and a half kilometers and was starting to go
through a little patch of tall grass when he heard a voice asking
what the hell they thought they were doing. They would never get
away with this crap!
It was Judi, acting scared and indignant. If
there was one thing Clint knew about her, it was that she was NOT
scared.
A voice hissed for her to shut up or he would
shut her up.
Clint checked his Glock and started to move
ahead slowly when a second male voice said something in French with
a strong accent. He stepped back and waited. A short time later two
men came in view with Ann and Judi between them. They were very
carefully scanning ahead and were moving slowly when they came out
of the grass and to the easier and more visible path. They speeded
up. One had a gun. He would be Quentin or whatever. The other was a
big black with dredlocks. He had a machete in his hand and a pistol
stuck in his belt. Clint waited until they passed and stepped out
on the path when they were about twenty feet ahead. He quietly said
that if either of them moved one step or acted in a manner that
to find something here. Judi will know I’ll expect that and will be
able to make them think something is here. That will separate one
of them, if there are more than one. It could make it a bit hairy
for Judi and Ann if there’s only one ... no. They’ll either be
forced to come along or locked in a house or something.
“ If someone comes, stay out of sight
and note where they go. Follow them if you can stay where they
won’t know. They’ll lead us to the women if we haven’t found them
before. If we find them one of us will come back here before we do
anything if we have the time.
“ Cori will go with Mike and Luis. They
can see that nothing happens to her ... and that she can’t be held
in danger to keep us away. (She started to protest. That made her
understand that Clint wanted no way for her to be held hostage.)
We’ll all be packing. We might end up having to shoot our way out
of something. If it comes to that, you shoot. This isn’t a game or
a TV show.
“ Questions?”
They all agreed. Mike, Cori and Luis headed
down the mountain, Mark, Obilio and Matt went with Clint to a
nearby place where the path couldn’t be seen from anywhere else and
waited until they were a distance away before Mark went back to the
house from behind.
Clint was a hell of a lot more worried about
Judi and Ann than he was about to let on.
Kidnapped!
Clint and Matt let Obilio do most of the
tracking. The chicken blood trail ended after less than a kilometer
when they found the jar under some bushes by the trail. There were
spots about every 200 meters along the way. There was still a lot
of the blood in the jar. That worried Clint. Was she caught or did
she ditch the jar to keep from being caught?
They were going in the general direction of
where they followed before. Obilio stopped them after awhile and
said he was pretty sure he knew where they were hiding. They could
get to the place by either path. It was about three kilometers
along. Those two paths were the only way in or out. They would come
close to the other path, but across the river, about half a
kilometer ahead. The river was shallow and easy to cross there, but
the crosser would be very visible. He felt one of them should go to
the other path in case one of them saw them coming on this one.
They would probably try to take the other path out in that case.
Clint thought for a minute, then told Obilio and Matt to follow
this path and he would cross the river a little farther back and
would get to the other path. Give him fifteen minutes, then go
ahead as they were going.
He went back to a spot where there were rocks
all along in the river just behind a bend that would hide him from
the lower ford. He was able to cross without a lot of trouble, then
went on through the brambles and shrubs to find the path. He moved
along it for about two and a half kilometers and was starting to go
through a little patch of tall grass when he heard a voice asking
what the hell they thought they were doing. They would never get
away with this crap!
It was Judi, acting scared and indignant. If
there was one thing Clint knew about her, it was that she was NOT
scared.
A voice hissed for her to shut up or he would
shut her up.
Clint checked his Glock and started to move
ahead slowly when a second male voice said something in French with
a strong accent. He stepped back and waited. A short time later two
men came in view with Ann and Judi between them. They were very
carefully scanning ahead and were moving slowly when they came out
of the grass and to the easier and more visible path. They speeded
up. One had a gun. He would be Quentin or whatever. The other was a
big black with dredlocks. He had a machete in his hand and a pistol
stuck in his belt. Clint waited until they passed and stepped out
on the path when they were about twenty feet ahead. He quietly said
that if either of them moved one step or acted in a manner that
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