Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Fuck and fuck. Worst-case scenario.
“He’s on my brother’s payroll.” He had to try. He didn’t like these guys, but he couldn’t watch them die without trying to warn them.
Marshall sighed, a frustrated sound. “Sure he is. Give it up, man. It’s over. You’re not getting out of this.”
Marshall stepped out of the car just in time for Agent Reese to pull a gun and shoot Knox right in the chest. Then he turned and popped two into Marshall’s chest.
Wyatt felt sick.
“Come on, Wyatt.” Another man moved around the squad car. Doug. His brother’s enforcer was here. “You’ve got some explaining to do, son. I’m afraid you’re needed in a meeting of the board.”
So they wouldn’t kill him. Not yet. He would be brought in for what his brother liked to call a trial. Oh, there would be no lawyers or real rules beyond what his brother says goes. There would be no appeals.
The door came open, and Wyatt felt a heavy hand haul him out. “Take the cuffs off him. We’ve got to make it look like he had a gun on him.”
“His prints are on this one.” Agent Reese held up the gun, and Wyatt noted the gloves he wore. “I think you’ll find this is the gun he supposedly used when he murdered Dennis Hill. He gave it to his brother along with a fake body in exchange for his freedom. Guess what, your parole has been revoked, Wyatt. You’ve been a naughty boy.”
It was worse than he’d feared. His brother was here, and he was going to make him pay. He stumbled, trying not to trip over Marshall Lethe’s still body. Both he and Knox had fallen forward. He’d watched as Marshall had put a hand to his chest and gone face first onto the gravel.
“Hey, we need to move,” Doug said. “Wayne wants us back. We’ll make it look like Wyatt took them out and took you captive.”
Agent Reese huffed. “I suppose he’s going to beat the shit out of me.”
“Well, someone is. Gotta make it look good,” Doug vowed as he dragged Wyatt along. “As for you, kid, well, you shouldn’t have fucked with the Horde. I think I’ll put you out for transport. I’m not going to deal with the berserker again.”
Wyatt tried to twist out of his hold but felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
Drugs. Well, it wasn’t like Doug didn’t have access to a wide and varied supply.
The world started to go hazy. The next time he woke up he would be in hell.
* * * *
“What do you mean he didn’t make it?” Sawyer ground the question out. His whole body had threatened to slump at Elisa’s words.
Wyatt couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t. He’d promised Sabrina they would all be okay. He couldn’t let Wyatt be fucking dead.
“I mean Nate was already on the Creede side of Bliss. He made excellent time and Wyatt’s not there, and Marshall and Knox stopped answering their radios a couple of minutes ago.” Elisa’s hand slipped back toward her gun belt as though she wanted to make sure it was still there. “He said the CBI requested they transfer the suspect at an offsite location. He and the Creede sheriff are heading there now.”
“We’ve got big problems.” Henry strode back up, his cell in hand. “I called a contact of mine at the CBI and she says she can’t find a warrant for Wyatt’s arrest. She found a file about Dennis Hill, but it’s a missing persons report, not a homicide case. I gave her the name of the CBI agent the receptionist in Creede gave me, and she says he’s under investigation with the department for possibly mishandling a couple of cases involving…you know who…”
“The Horde.” Sawyer tightened his grip on Sabrina’s hand. “They always have someone working for them.”
Sabrina held on, but it was easy to see she’d switched to calm and collected mode. She wouldn’t cry. Not now. She would save it for later, for when they were alone. For when they knew what the rest of their lives would be like. “Where would they have taken him? Do we think Marshall and Knox are in on it?”
“I would be surprised,” Van said. “I’ve spent some time with them. They’re cool, but they both have big feelings when it comes to rules and laws. They see the world in black and white, if you know what I mean. I would be surprised if they would toss out their whole belief system to get back at one man.”
“One man who took what they wanted,” Sawyer pointed out.
“I don’t think they would risk losing their jobs,” Elisa countered. “I’ve worked with them for months. They live to be cops. They wouldn’t. I’m worried they’ve gotten in the middle of something they don’t understand.”
And it might cost them everything. He had to pray it didn’t cost Wyatt. “We should alert highway patrol. Does the Creede station know what kind of car the CBI agent was driving?”