CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
“Let’s see those hands,” said the leader of the Division, his automatic rifle pointed directly at Reid. “Come on now, nice and high.”
Reid glanced over at Maria and he could see she was thinking the same thing he was. How did they get to us? His fingers twitched as he wondered how fast he could draw on them. Maria shook her head slightly, almost imperceptibly. He read her clearly; she was telling him not to try anything. The Division had the drop on them. It would be over in seconds and theirs would be the losing side.
He put his hands up over his head.
“Good,” Fitzpatrick said. “Real good. Now then, let’s—”
“How?” Maria demanded. “We left everything behind. How did you find us?”
Fitzpatrick’s grin widened. “You didn’t leave everything behind, did you? You brought
