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“WE HAVE COMPANY, Mirabel,” said Reuben.
She glanced in the rearview mirror. “The black SUV with the tinted windows?”
“Yep.”
“It was parked at the bar when we pulled up,” she noted.
“I know. I think someone is interested in our conversation with the Latinos.”
She said, “So what do we do? We’re in the middle of nowhere. And I don’t want to call 911, because then we’ll have to explain things I don’t want to.”
“Keep driving. There’s a bend coming up. They’ll make their move
there.”
“And what will our move be?” Mirabel asked.
“Still thinking of it. Just drive. And hit the curve fast. I want the driver focused on the road, not me.”
Mirabel accelerated and drove into the bend in the road at speed.
“Punch it more,” instructed Reuben.
She did so, fighting to keep the car on the road.
Reuben had turned in his seat and was looking back. He pulled a large handgun from his pocket and aimed it out the window.
“I didn’t know you were armed,” Mirabel said.
“Well now you do.”
“Do you have a permit for that thing?”
“Yeah, but it expired about fifteen years ago.”
“Wait a minute, what if those are cops back there?”
“We’re about to find out.”
The SUV came into view. There was a man hanging out the side of the truck holding a submachine g*n.
“Don’t think they’re cops,” said Reuben. “Keep it steady.”
The submachine g*n fired about the same time Reuben did. The sub was aimed at the car. Reuben was aiming at the front tire. The sub hit its target, blowing out the back window of their car. Mirabel hunched forward and down, her head near the steering wheel.
Reuben fired once, twice and then a third time as the guy holding the sub reloaded. The front tires on the SUV shredded. The car shot across the road, hit the shoulder and flipped on its side.
Mirabel sat back up. “Jesus.”
Reuben turned back around. “Look out!” he screamed.
A second SUV was coming from the opposite direction and heading right for them. Mirabel cut the wheel hard and her car lurched across the road, cleared the shoulder and landed in the dirt. She gunned the engine and steered the car toward a stand of trees. They reached it. She slammed the car to a stop and they jumped out and ran for the trees as the SUV bore down on them.
Reuben turned and fired a few shots in the truck’s direction, causing it to veer off. The second they reached the trees, bursts of submachine-g*n fire hit. Reuben grabbed Mirabel’s arm and threw her into the cover of the woods.
He wasn’t as fortunate. A round slammed into his arm.
“s**t!”
“Reuben!”
He wheeled around and fired at the now stopped truck. The windshield splintered and the men inside took cover.
Reuben turned and stumbled into the woods along with Mirabel. She held on to his other shoulder and helped him along. Between gritted teeth Reuben said, “Now might be a good time to call the cops, Mirabel. I’d rather have to explain things to them instead of lying in a box after these guys finish with us.”
She slipped the phone from her purse and hit 911. Nothing happened.
“Damn it. No bars.”
“Great.”
“But I had reception around here before.”
“Maybe they’re jamming the signal.”
“Who the hell are they?”
“People we do not want to meet up close.”
They heard running feet behind them.
They took cover behind a tree. Reuben fired off the rest of his ammo in the direction of their pursuers. A volley of automatic fire came back at them.
“Load my pistol for me,” said Reuben between gritted teeth. “Extra clip in my right pocket.” She did so and handed it back to him. He studied the terrain around them. “Submachine guns against a pistol only has one outcome,” he said.
“So we’re dead?”
“Didn’t say that.”
“I wonder what Oliver would do.”
“What Oliver would do is the unexpected.”
“So exactly what does that mean in this situation?”
Reuben fired three more shots, then they took cover behind a large oak as the machine-g*n fire raked across it.
Reuben said, “When the rounds stop, you run that way.” He pointed behind them. “Cut to the left and get back to the road. You should be able to make a call there or flag down a car.”
“And what about you?” she said fiercely.
The firing stopped as the men reloaded.
Reuben grabbed Mirabel’s arm and pushed. “Go.”
“There has to be another way.”
“There is no other way. We can’t con our way out of this.”
“Reuben, I can’t leave—”
He gripped her arm so tightly that she winced. “You will do what I tell you to do. One of us has to get out of this.”
“But—”
The next moment he was running flat-out right at their pursuers.
Stunned, Mirabel turned and ran in the opposite direction. Tears streamed down her face as she heard the firing start up again.
Mirabel ran. But she couldn’t outrun the tears as the gunfire continued.
IT WAS DARK IN THE CITY. Herbert watched carefully from a spot he’d chosen in Lafayette Park. He checked his watch. Ten seconds to go. He counted down in his head. The light started blinking from a distance. This was a little demonstration he and Anthony had come up with. She was clicking a high-powered red-beamed laser off and on to simulate the muzzle flashes of a weapon.
She was standing in the rooftop garden of the Hay-Adams. The light was barely visible from where he was standing. And the trees were blocking any real sightline. He called Anthony and told her the results of his observations. She moved to the next spot in their experiment, a building behind and to the left of the hotel.
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