into his. “You up for this, Will?”
“I think so.”
“I need to know for sure.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve tried to figure out some way to smuggle a gun into the trailer with me. Or that device or a cell. But it’d be too risky, so what I guess I need you to know is that my life is in your hands. Whatever truck I wind up in the back of, you cannot lose track of it.”
“Look at me, Kalyn. I won’t.”
She nodded. “I’m sorry. I’ll be fine here in a minute. Just pregame jitters, you know?”
“Yeah, I’ve got them, too. I keep thinking about what might happen. What if Jonathan freaks out when he sees me? What if he doesn’t buy it? Demands to speak to Javier? Asks some question I can’t answer? I’m guessing people in their line of work don’t like last-second curveballs.”
“It’s a risk,” she said.
“A big one.”
“I’ve been mulling it over, and I think we may need a different approach with this guy. The whole ‘Javier sent me instead and I’m sorry we didn’t let you know before’ is shit. I think he’d see straight through it. But you know what works with these kind of people?”
“What?”
“Fear.”
“I don’t understand where you’re going with—”
“Remember how Javier said there were two gringo Alphas?”
25
At 10:50 P.M. , Will and Kalyn sat in the Land Rover under the seventy-foot BIG AL’S neon sign, the smell of diesel overpowering, even from inside the car. For the third time in the last minute, Will wiped his hands across his leather pants.
“You gotta quit that,” Kalyn said.
“Sorry.”
“You are cool and calm and in control.” She handed him her Glock. “It’s loaded.”
“Where’s the safety?”
“There isn’t one, and there’s a round in the chamber, but don’t get all Jack Bauer on me. That’s last resort right there. If you have to use it, things are seriously fucked-up.”
Will closed his eyes. “He’s gonna know the second he sees me that I’m—”
“It’s like acting, Will, okay? Ever do any high school theater?”
“No.”
“Well, you were an attorney, right? Ever represent someone you knew was guilty?”
“Sure.”
“Ever get them acquitted?”
“A few times.”
“Then you’ve acted. Convinced
twelve
people. Tonight, you only have to convince one.”
“The stakes aren’t even in the same league.”
“You know what to say?”
“Yeah.”
“Want to run through it again?”
“No, I don’t wanna sound rehearsed.” He held up the gun. “Where do I even put this thing?”
“Just slide it down the back of your waistband when you get out of the car. And make sure your shirt and leather jacket are pulled over it. Listen. If you have to use it, if it comes to that, you calm yourself down first. Center mass is what you aim for. That’s a forty-five-cal. Thing’s got plenty of stopping power.”
“Jesus.” Will looked at the clock: 10:54.
He opened the door, stepped outside.
“Good luck,” Kalyn said. He nodded, felt like he was going to be sick. “I know you can do this,” she said. “So quit doubting yourself.”
• • •
But he didn’t. He doubted himself as he shoved the Glock into his waistband, as he looked back across the interstate toward the motel where he’d left Devlin, as he shoved his hands into his leather jacket and started across the parking lot.
Will stepped into the convenience store that adjoined the café.
Big Al’s was bustling for almost eleven, and, no surprise, 80 percent of the customers had the look of truck drivers—bearded, bulging guts, bloodshot eyes bleary with loneliness.
He walked past the drink machines, saw a black man filling what must have been a gallon-size cup from every soda dispenser—shot of Sierra Mist, Coca-Cola, orange Fanta, lemonade, Dr. Pepper—a potpourri of colored, carbonated sugar water.
He headed for the rest rooms, found an empty stall, and sat for a moment on the toilet, making himself breathe, holding the Glock, turning it
“I think so.”
“I need to know for sure.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve tried to figure out some way to smuggle a gun into the trailer with me. Or that device or a cell. But it’d be too risky, so what I guess I need you to know is that my life is in your hands. Whatever truck I wind up in the back of, you cannot lose track of it.”
“Look at me, Kalyn. I won’t.”
She nodded. “I’m sorry. I’ll be fine here in a minute. Just pregame jitters, you know?”
“Yeah, I’ve got them, too. I keep thinking about what might happen. What if Jonathan freaks out when he sees me? What if he doesn’t buy it? Demands to speak to Javier? Asks some question I can’t answer? I’m guessing people in their line of work don’t like last-second curveballs.”
“It’s a risk,” she said.
“A big one.”
“I’ve been mulling it over, and I think we may need a different approach with this guy. The whole ‘Javier sent me instead and I’m sorry we didn’t let you know before’ is shit. I think he’d see straight through it. But you know what works with these kind of people?”
“What?”
“Fear.”
“I don’t understand where you’re going with—”
“Remember how Javier said there were two gringo Alphas?”
25
At 10:50 P.M. , Will and Kalyn sat in the Land Rover under the seventy-foot BIG AL’S neon sign, the smell of diesel overpowering, even from inside the car. For the third time in the last minute, Will wiped his hands across his leather pants.
“You gotta quit that,” Kalyn said.
“Sorry.”
“You are cool and calm and in control.” She handed him her Glock. “It’s loaded.”
“Where’s the safety?”
“There isn’t one, and there’s a round in the chamber, but don’t get all Jack Bauer on me. That’s last resort right there. If you have to use it, things are seriously fucked-up.”
Will closed his eyes. “He’s gonna know the second he sees me that I’m—”
“It’s like acting, Will, okay? Ever do any high school theater?”
“No.”
“Well, you were an attorney, right? Ever represent someone you knew was guilty?”
“Sure.”
“Ever get them acquitted?”
“A few times.”
“Then you’ve acted. Convinced
twelve
people. Tonight, you only have to convince one.”
“The stakes aren’t even in the same league.”
“You know what to say?”
“Yeah.”
“Want to run through it again?”
“No, I don’t wanna sound rehearsed.” He held up the gun. “Where do I even put this thing?”
“Just slide it down the back of your waistband when you get out of the car. And make sure your shirt and leather jacket are pulled over it. Listen. If you have to use it, if it comes to that, you calm yourself down first. Center mass is what you aim for. That’s a forty-five-cal. Thing’s got plenty of stopping power.”
“Jesus.” Will looked at the clock: 10:54.
He opened the door, stepped outside.
“Good luck,” Kalyn said. He nodded, felt like he was going to be sick. “I know you can do this,” she said. “So quit doubting yourself.”
• • •
But he didn’t. He doubted himself as he shoved the Glock into his waistband, as he looked back across the interstate toward the motel where he’d left Devlin, as he shoved his hands into his leather jacket and started across the parking lot.
Will stepped into the convenience store that adjoined the café.
Big Al’s was bustling for almost eleven, and, no surprise, 80 percent of the customers had the look of truck drivers—bearded, bulging guts, bloodshot eyes bleary with loneliness.
He walked past the drink machines, saw a black man filling what must have been a gallon-size cup from every soda dispenser—shot of Sierra Mist, Coca-Cola, orange Fanta, lemonade, Dr. Pepper—a potpourri of colored, carbonated sugar water.
He headed for the rest rooms, found an empty stall, and sat for a moment on the toilet, making himself breathe, holding the Glock, turning it
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