“Isn’t there supposed to be a team on this place?”
Sydney looked up the road, just where it curved, and she could see the front end of a Crown Vic up at the top of the hill. “They might be too far back. We should call and tell them to move up a few feet.”
Becky Lynn pulled into the drive, sideswiping the hedge, her car blocking Jake’s extended-cab pickup. Sydney pulled in after her, only then noticing Jake was just getting into the pickup. He stopped, looked at them. Her mother was holding the passenger door open for Angie, who was climbing in, her puppy held tightly in her arms. Sydney picked up her phone from the center console, tucked it on her belt, told Carillo, “Grab the radio. Call Dixon.”
She got out, shouted, “Becky Lynn!” as she raced after her. Carillo followed, radio in hand.
Becky Lynn stumbled, turned back, saw them.
Jake stepped away from the truck. “What the hell is going on?”
Sydney grabbed at Becky Lynn. “She drove over here. We tried to stop her.”
Becky Lynn brushed at her hand. “Look. I’m shorry I got your father killed. I dint know he’d get so mad when I told him… I dint know that creep was gonna shoot him.”
And suddenly her focus was completely on Becky Lynn. “What creep?”
“He got mad, ’cause your father wanted payback. My fault. I told him…”
“Told who?”
Sydney heard a sharp yap from the puppy. She scrambled out of the car, and Angie screamed. “Sarge! Come back here!”
Before her mother could stop Angie, she was out of the car, racing after the puppy.
“Angela!”
“I have to get Sarge.”
Becky Lynn struggled with Sydney. They needed to get her out of there. “Carillo!”
“Mary… my fault… Have to shpeak to Mary.”
Sydney put her in a wrist lock, pulled up. She wanted her out of there. Away from her family. Carillo ran over, took her other arm. “Let’s go,” he said.
They spun her around, started marching her down the long drive. The dog darted from the lawn to the driveway, cutting in front of them. Angie raced past, trying to cut Sarge off before she made it to the street.
“Angie!” Jake shouted. She swooped down, just behind Becky Lynn’s car, came up with the dog in her hand, then stopped short, her mouth fixed in a little oh.
Gnoble stepped from behind the hedge, his gun pointed right at her before they could move. Or draw their weapons. Before they could shout out for Angie to run, he grabbed her. Wrapped one arm around her neck, held the gun to her head.
Carillo and Sydney froze. She judged the distance, the time it would take her to draw. Gnoble’s gun was already out. Pressed against her sister’s temple… Her heart thudded in her chest. And that puppy started squirming, but Angie wouldn’t let go.
Becky Lynn tried to free herself. Sydney worried she’d say something stupid and get Angie killed. Sydney yanked up on her wrist.
The woman cried out, but Gnoble ignored her. “Convenient,” he said. “Everyone I need, and then some.”
Becky Lynn quit struggling. “I dint tell them.”
“Shut up, Becky Lynn,” he said. Tears streamed down Angie’s tiny face, but she didn’t cry out. “All you had to do was drive one block from your house, meet me at the gas station, and give me the goddamned envelope, and I wouldn’t have to leave a bunch of corpses behind.”
Becky Lynn sniffed. “I dint tell them about Cisco.”
“You’ll be dead before they figure it out,” he said, pointing his gun at Sydney and Carillo. “You two, let her go, then hold up your hands.”
Carillo and Sydney let go of Becky Lynn. She fell to the ground, sobbing, rubbing at her wrist.
“We need to talk about this,” Sydney said.
“Talk about how your father tried to bleed me dry, because I sent him and Cisco on a suicide mission? Or talk about how you forced my hand by following Becky Lynn?” he replied, and Sydney swore she could feel Jake’s gaze burning into her. “That time’s over.”
“Look,” Sydney said. “Every agent and officer in the area’s looking for you right now. You stay here, you’ll be caught for sure.”
He smiled. “Which is why I paid cash for a less obvious car right after they arrested my lovely wife, then paid someone to drive off in mine just a short while ago. They should be following it down the freeway right about now. Besides, if they thought I was here, wouldn’t they be here as well?”
And of course, he was right. They’d be all over this place. Or maybe they were, she realized. But with him holding Angie that way-unless they were sharpshooters-their hands were tied. “Let my sister go,” she said.
He held tight to Angie, but pointed his weapon at her and then Carillo. “Your guns,” he said. “We’ll start with you, Sydney. Don’t forget who I’m holding.”
She slid back her jacket.
“Now real careful. Gun from the holster. Two fingers.”
She reached down, unsnapped her holster. Gripped the gun, until she could draw it with thumb and forefinger. Her heart raced. “You need a hostage,” she said, holding out the gun so the barrel hung down. “Take me.”
“Toss it on the ground. Right there in front of Becky Lynn.”
She tossed it slightly behind Becky Lynn.
“Now drop your jacket, and make a slow turn. Hands in the air.”
Sydney shrugged out of her jacket. Let it fall. And then she turned. Slow. Saw Jake by the open driver’s door. Inching closer to it. Had to be a gun in there. Saw her mother on the other side, face pale, tears streaming. A fleeting glimpse of the house, the lawn. The scent of the eucalyptus.
When she came full circle, she saw her sister, watching her. Her lower lip trembling. The puppy squirming against her.
Sydney met Gnoble’s gaze once more. “Pants legs,” he said. “Lift them.”
She pulled up on each side.
“Dump the gun. Nice and careful.”
And briefly Sydney thought she could draw it, fire as she came up.
Except her sister was in the way.
And Sydney knew he knew.
She pulled at the Velcro, held out the ankle holster, and tossed it by her semiauto. Heard him tell Carillo, “Now you. Same thing.” And Sydney knew he wasn’t bothering with hostages. They meant nothing to him. Just a hindrance. He was caught. Needed the envelope Becky Lynn spoke of. Something important. A new ID and fake passport. A quick getaway…
Sydney pretended to look at Carillo. Saw Jake near the truck door. And she realized then what she needed to do. Even if it meant her own life.
She looked at Angie. Willed her sister to look at her again.
She did. Sydney dropped her gaze to the ground, trying to tell her to get down. Gave a slight nod. Saw her brows raise.
How to get the message? Sydney needed her out of the way…
Angie hugged the puppy tighter. Protected it.
Sarge.
The police dog.
Sydney wiggled her fingers on her right hand. Saw Angie’s gaze flick over. Sydney lifted her palm. Gave the signal for stop.
Angie bit her lip. Kept her gaze on her hand.
Good girl.
She waited until she heard Carillo being ordered to turn around. Sydney knew he’d see Jake, see him edging toward that truck door. Sydney took the chance. Said, “Slowly, Carillo.”
“Shut up!” Gnoble yelled.
“Trying to be helpful. Don’t want anyone hurt by flying bullets.”
Gnoble kept his gaze fixed on Carillo. She pretended to do the same. Saw Jake. Nearer. Nearer.
She took a breath. Please God…
And then, waited until Carillo was back around.
Sydney stood with her palm still out. Turned it. Slowly. Until it faced the sky. Then jerked it up. The sign for sit.
Angie bit Gnoble and dropped to the ground.
Gnoble started to grab her.
“Donovan!” Jake shouted.
Carillo and Sydney dove.
Shots rang out.
Her mother screamed.
“Daddy!”
Sydney grabbed her gun. Rolled to her right. Fired at Gnoble. Again and again. Something hit her. Burned her chest. “ Daddy! ”