He grinned out of the display at Matt and gave him a sketchy salute. “I’ll give it my best shot, Matt,” he promised. “My best.”
Megan had recovered enough from the effects of the gassing that she could sit on the bunk. She couldn’t go much farther with her wrist handcuffed to the rail. Mike Steele had been surprisingly good-natured. He’d cleaned up the mess her outraged stomach had made on the carpet and then disappeared.
They still hadn’t left the dock. Apparently, there was quite a bit of work to do before the boat would be ready to set off. Either Steele had been so confident in the success of his deception that he hadn’t been maintaining his getaway craft, or he’d been super-careful not to be spotted anywhere near it.
After what seemed like hours the kidnapper returned to the cabin. “We should be leaving shortly,” he announced. “It should look like someone getting home from work and going for a brief jaunt to clear away the cobwebs. I’ve also been checking the charts, trying to find someplace isolated enough that you won’t be getting people on my tail too soon, but safe enough that you don’t drown in case you’re stuck when the tide comes back in.”
He hesitated for a moment. “I’m glad you were sensible about the whole screaming thing. There’s nobody on the docks, and I didn’t want to be forced to gag you while you were still queasy from the gas. Getting sick while you’re gagged is no joke.”
Megan silently agreed. She’d heard of people drowning in their own vomit when they had no place to spew except down their own lungs.
“So, if you can just remain reasonable a little while more, we can end this with no permanent damage on either side.”
Megan still kept silent. That would be her last chance to do anything to try and stop this getaway. Under the circumstances, it might be the last thing she did in her life. Behind that obliging exterior, Mike Steele was a desperate man. If she tried to use her martial arts training against him when he came to undo her handcuffs, he certainly wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.
Worse, she only had Steele’s word that he was going to beach her someplace desolate. What had the pirates in Treasure Island said? “Dead men tell no tales.”
That would go twice for a dead female Net Force Explorer. Steele would have a lot less to worry about if he tied her unconscious body to a spare anchor and sent her to the bottom of the bay.
The moment of truth was fast coming up, and Megan still hadn’t made up her mind what to do.
“I think there’s been enough damage done already, Mike,” a new voice cut in.
Both Megan and Steele whirled in surprise to the cabin’s entranceway. James Winters stood in the opening, tapping a large wrench into his right hand.
“Threatened with my own wrench,” Mike Steele said lightly. “I guess that’s the best you could find since they stuck you on the bow-and-arrow squad.” Mike glanced at Megan. “That’s cop slang—”
“For people who aren’t allowed to keep their guns,” she finished. “I know.”
“No more moving,” Winters said. “And keep your hands where I can see them, or I’ll brain you where you stand.”
He’d picked a good place for this confrontation. The cabin was too cramped for Steele to maneuver, and Steele was close enough to the entrance for Winters to make good on his threat if his ex-partner tried to draw a weapon.
“So what do we do now, Jim?” Steele asked, ostentatiously keeping his hands spread out by his sides. “Stand around and wait till the cavalry comes?”
“As long as you stay on this boat, you’ll have the hope of pulling something off,” Winters said. “And, knowing you, you might just succeed.”
He tensed, half-raising the wrench. “First, you can give Megan the keys to those cuffs.”
“I could just as easily be a gentleman — undo them for her,” Steele suggested, his right hand going into his pocket.
“Just the keys,” Winters repeated grimly. “If anything else comes out, you’ll regret it.”
Steele shrugged. “And I thought a few years on a desk might have softened you.” Slowly, carefully, his hand emerged, his fingers delicately holding a small ring with a couple of tiny keys on it.
“If you thought I’d have them on the same ring as the ignition for the engines, too bad.” The kidnapper grinned. “Of course, if you want to come in and search me for them and any artillery…”
Coming into the cramped cabin would bring Winters into hand-to-hand range, and he obviously didn’t want to take that chance.
“Toss the keys to Megan,” he repeated.
Steele stood with the keys in his palm. “Or what? You’ll bash in my skull a couple of times?” He shook his head. “I don’t think so, Jim. You’d never do that to an unarmed man.”
“People change.” Winters’s voice sounded like two huge rocks grinding together. “You did. Are you really willing to bet that I haven’t?”
Steele silently regarded his ex-partner for a moment. Then, without another word, he tossed the keys to Megan.
It only took a couple of seconds to undo the cuff around her wrist. Another twist of the key, and she removed the jangling bit of metal from around the bed railing.
We may yet need these, she thought.
“Okay, now we’re going out on deck,” Winters announced. “You’ll go first, Mike. Megan, I want you to stay as far as possible from his hands.”
Megan nodded. She had no idea how Mike Steele had rated in unarmed combat. But her own martial arts training was chock-full of all sorts of unpleasant holds that could disable an opponent, hold a hostage…or break a neck.
Winters waited until Steele was coming toward him before he stepped aside. He stayed at Steele’s back as Megan stepped into the open.
Steele spread his arms and took a deep breath. “Ah, that good sea air. It’ll be a perfect evening for a sail.”
“For other people,” Winters said grimly. “Not for you.”
“I truly didn’t think you’d hold so much of a grudge.” Steele almost seemed to be complaining. “You ruined my life, I took a shot at ruining yours. Okay, I lose. But I think you still owe me, Jim. Let me go, and I’m out of your life for good. I swear it. I’ll even tell you where you can find the stuff that will clear you completely. All you have to do is stroll onto the dock and let ol’ Iron Mike sail away. Come on, Jim. For old times’ sake.”
“I always wondered if I should have kept quiet when I found that Alcista was framed,” James Winters said quietly to his partner’s back.
“Things would have been a lot different,” Steele said.
“But then I wondered if there were other cases that I just never found out about.”
Steele grinned over his shoulder. “I’ll never tell.”
“But this time around, you went too far. There are three recent cases of murder to consider.”
“Two cases are people who are no great loss, and one was an unfortunate accident.”
“Three dead people,” Winters said. “I can’t let you walk away from that.” His voice hardened into cop mode. “Onto the dock. Now.”
Steele made his move as they were coming down the gangplank. He pushed Megan into James Winters, knocking his former partner off balance. While Winters grabbed Megan to keep her from falling overboard, Iron Mike vaulted over the side and landed on the dock below like a cat, drawing a pistol as he landed.
Megan froze. The gun was trained on her. Its muzzle looked more like a drainage pipe — almost large enough to crawl into.
“I’ve got her dead in my sights, Jim. Now it’s your turn not to do anything stupid.”