direction.”
“Where is the meeting taking place?” Darwin asked.
“You know I can’t tell you that.”
“It’s okay, I already have a good idea where.”
He stared out the window. No one said anything for a while. He rolled his thumb along the back of his other hand and tapped his foot.
He knew what he had to do and he knew he could. He just hoped none of the agents in this car got killed when he executed his idea to get out of the vehicle.
He waited, but after fifteen minutes, no one said another word. Canada’s Wonderland had passed by on the left a few minutes ago as they entered the northern part of Toronto. The Finch Avenue Bridge passed over them as they continued south.
Time to leave.
He turned to Williams. “Ordinarily, I would completely understand and think you have it right.”
Williams turned to look at him from across the seat. “Have what right?”
Darwin ignored him and continued. “But they have Rosina. My wife and I have been causing the Italians hell for a few months. Now the Russians are involved and Arkady killed a member of the Triads at that warehouse and tried to blame it on me. When they meet in two days, Yuri or Arkady, or both of them, will offer Rosina’s sacrifice as a peace offering. I can’t let that happen. She won’t walk out of that meeting without intervention and I won’t let that happen. My wife is not bait. I don’t care how many prison sentences you get or don’t get. This is my wife we’re talking about.”
Williams adjusted his suit jacket, looked up at Scott and then back at Darwin. “I understand how you feel. But the best thing for you is to let us do our jobs. We’re the FBI. We’re trained for this.”
“Right, and it was the FBI who manned the safe house my wife and I lived in. It was the FBI who protected Rosina when she was taken the second time. It was the FBI who guarded my hospital room when I was fed false information that Yuri had Rosina when in fact he didn’t. Arkady did. Yuri just wanted me so the Russians would have both of us. Am I just supposed to trust you because you’re the FBI? You’re the professionals?”
“You are supposed to trust us, Darwin. I’m afraid you don’t have any other choice. To keep you out of the mix, we can lock you up until it’s over.”
“You could try.”
Anger brewed from deep inside him. A wave of beautiful rage coursed through his body. He looked out the window and waited until traffic was light around them. The Crown Vic was doing at least 120km on the 400 highway still heading south. He closed the manila folder and slipped it down beside him between the seat and the door.
His knuckles ached from the abuse in Yuri’s basement. He had no idea how he could punch, so he decided he would use the lower part of the palm of his hand.
“Darwin, I know you’re angry,” Williams said. “Trust us, this is the only way. We will have the meeting covered by hundreds of agents. It’s a combined task force. If Rosina gets into trouble, we’ll be there.”
Darwin breathed in slow, getting ready.
“Darwin, are you listening?”
“I don’t believe you,” he said as he shot across the backseat and whacked Williams hard on the side of the throat. He wouldn’t get a second chance so he made sure the hit would count. Williams tried to defend himself, but Darwin already had his other hand coming around. He hit him again near the front of Kirk’s throat, causing him to crumple back in the seat, gagging for breath.
Scott was lurching in his seat, already reaching over into the back.
Darwin slipped his hand inside Kirk’s jacket, wrapped his fingers around the butt of his weapon and pulled just as Scott’s arm circled around Darwin’s neck. He was yanked back and away from Williams, but the gun came up with him. His breath was cut off instantly by Scott’s powerful arm and his vision blurred.
The driver
“Where is the meeting taking place?” Darwin asked.
“You know I can’t tell you that.”
“It’s okay, I already have a good idea where.”
He stared out the window. No one said anything for a while. He rolled his thumb along the back of his other hand and tapped his foot.
He knew what he had to do and he knew he could. He just hoped none of the agents in this car got killed when he executed his idea to get out of the vehicle.
He waited, but after fifteen minutes, no one said another word. Canada’s Wonderland had passed by on the left a few minutes ago as they entered the northern part of Toronto. The Finch Avenue Bridge passed over them as they continued south.
Time to leave.
He turned to Williams. “Ordinarily, I would completely understand and think you have it right.”
Williams turned to look at him from across the seat. “Have what right?”
Darwin ignored him and continued. “But they have Rosina. My wife and I have been causing the Italians hell for a few months. Now the Russians are involved and Arkady killed a member of the Triads at that warehouse and tried to blame it on me. When they meet in two days, Yuri or Arkady, or both of them, will offer Rosina’s sacrifice as a peace offering. I can’t let that happen. She won’t walk out of that meeting without intervention and I won’t let that happen. My wife is not bait. I don’t care how many prison sentences you get or don’t get. This is my wife we’re talking about.”
Williams adjusted his suit jacket, looked up at Scott and then back at Darwin. “I understand how you feel. But the best thing for you is to let us do our jobs. We’re the FBI. We’re trained for this.”
“Right, and it was the FBI who manned the safe house my wife and I lived in. It was the FBI who protected Rosina when she was taken the second time. It was the FBI who guarded my hospital room when I was fed false information that Yuri had Rosina when in fact he didn’t. Arkady did. Yuri just wanted me so the Russians would have both of us. Am I just supposed to trust you because you’re the FBI? You’re the professionals?”
“You are supposed to trust us, Darwin. I’m afraid you don’t have any other choice. To keep you out of the mix, we can lock you up until it’s over.”
“You could try.”
Anger brewed from deep inside him. A wave of beautiful rage coursed through his body. He looked out the window and waited until traffic was light around them. The Crown Vic was doing at least 120km on the 400 highway still heading south. He closed the manila folder and slipped it down beside him between the seat and the door.
His knuckles ached from the abuse in Yuri’s basement. He had no idea how he could punch, so he decided he would use the lower part of the palm of his hand.
“Darwin, I know you’re angry,” Williams said. “Trust us, this is the only way. We will have the meeting covered by hundreds of agents. It’s a combined task force. If Rosina gets into trouble, we’ll be there.”
Darwin breathed in slow, getting ready.
“Darwin, are you listening?”
“I don’t believe you,” he said as he shot across the backseat and whacked Williams hard on the side of the throat. He wouldn’t get a second chance so he made sure the hit would count. Williams tried to defend himself, but Darwin already had his other hand coming around. He hit him again near the front of Kirk’s throat, causing him to crumple back in the seat, gagging for breath.
Scott was lurching in his seat, already reaching over into the back.
Darwin slipped his hand inside Kirk’s jacket, wrapped his fingers around the butt of his weapon and pulled just as Scott’s arm circled around Darwin’s neck. He was yanked back and away from Williams, but the gun came up with him. His breath was cut off instantly by Scott’s powerful arm and his vision blurred.
The driver
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