Hooligan knew better than to argue with Jack Morgan. In seconds he was over the fence. Morgan chanced one look over his shoulder before he followed.
The horse troopers were surging forward, eyes narrowed in pursuit as they talked into their radios.
Morgan was a wanted man.
Chapter 74
Morgan dropped down into the backyard of the pub.
“Gate over there!” He pointed the direction to Hooligan, and the two men began to twist and turn their way between empty beer kegs that gleamed silver in the evening’s sunlight.
“What’s happening, Jack? Who’s that bloke chasing me?” Hooligan asked over his shoulder.
“Just run! I’ll explain later,” Morgan told him. “Run, and don’t stop!”
But Hooligan did stop — the gate was locked. Morgan was about to boost the tech up and over when both men’s phones rang simultaneously. The anomaly was enough to stop Morgan, and have him answer. “Peter,” he said into the phone.
“Don’t worry about the police,” Knight’s voice bounced back. “Get out of the front of the pub, Jack. I’m waiting here.”
“We can’t,” Morgan protested. “The police saw me start the stampede. We can’t—”
“Don’t worry about the police!” Knight urged. “Just get out front. Hurry!”
Morgan felt Hooligan’s eyes on him, expecting orders from his leader. Every instinct told him that they should run, but...
“Inside,” the American told Hooligan, putting his faith in Knight and leading his tech man toward the back door.
As they stepped inside they saw the pub had pretty much cleared out except for a few stubborn patrons.
“You’ve gotta love the British.” Hooligan couldn’t help but smile with pride as he caught sight of one pensioner who was still sipping bitter at the bar, damned if he would move from his usual spot for a bomb threat.
Morgan’s eyes were on the doorways and windows. Through the glass he caught sight of Knight behind the Audi’s wheel, and pushed Hooligan through the nearest exit toward it.
Emptying out onto the street, Morgan half expected to be instantly assailed by police. Instead, he saw the two mounted officers moving away at speed in the opposite direction.
“Get in!” he yelled at Hooligan, opening the rear door and bundling him inside. He was about to follow when a roaring voice stopped him like a sledgehammer to the chest.
“Jack!” the voice bellowed. “Jack!” The sound of the familiar voice he so hated ignited every inch of his body in furious fire as he turned to face the owner.
Flex.
The muscle-bound man stood in the street as the final panicked remnants of the stampede hurried by him. By his side was a tall brute in a gray hoody.
Morgan wanted to kill them both.
Flex knew it, and smiled.
Then he simply walked away.
“Flex!” Morgan roared at the man’s back, his mind too full of anger to formulate threat or insult. “Flex!” he shouted, his call cutting away as he realized he was immobile, something holding him back from charging at the man who had killed Jane Cook.
“Help me hold him!” Knight shouted at Hooligan, who stretched from the back seat to reach out the door, taking hold of Morgan’s belt. “Hold him!” Knight demanded, struggling with his own grip as he twisted from the driver’s seat.
“Get off of me!” Morgan ordered.
“It’s a trap!” Knight shouted back.
“I don’t care!” the American argued.
Knight lifted his foot from the brake and hit the accelerator. He let the car leap forward a few feet before he stopped it. It was enough of a distance to yank Morgan off balance and give Knight and Hooligan a chance to pull him backward. Morgan’s head hit hard against the door frame as he was bundled awkwardly into the passenger seat, side on.
“What the hell are you doing?” he roared.
But Knight was not about to answer. With his friend and leader safely in the car, he drove up onto the pavement and hit the accelerator.
They were clear.
Chapter 75
Jack Morgan was still furious as Knight eased off the gas and drove them back onto the roads.
“Have you gone crazy?” the American shouted. “Flex was there, Peter! I had him!”
“He had you.” Knight spoke calmly. “He was pulling you into a trap, Jack. They could have had Hooligan if they wanted to. Think about it. This was a trap for you.”
“It felt like they wanted me,” Hooligan protested as adrenaline and shock shook his body. “Who the hell are they?”
Morgan was in a silent rage. Nostrils flaring, he turned his head to look out the window but all he could see was the image of Flex as he taunted him, within reach. Deep inside, Morgan knew that Knight was right — it had been a trap, with Hooligan the bait — but that didn’t make it any easier to swallow the fact that Flex still drew breath.
“Flex Gibbon’s behind it,” Knight answered Hooligan from behind the wheel, with a concerned look toward Morgan.
“Flex Gibbon?” Hooligan asked, fishing in his memory for the name. “He was the SAS guy that Jack and Jane beat up to find Abbie Winchester?”
“He was.”
“Where is Jane?” Hooligan then asked, cautiously, his intellect connecting the dots between Morgan’s behavior and Cook’s absence. “Guys? Where’s Jane?”
The silence told Hooligan all he needed to know.
“Oh God. Oh God, no,” he uttered, slipping down his seat. “Not Jane.” He trembled, his lip shaking violently.
“Flex killed her,” Morgan pushed out through clenched teeth, his eyes like lasers as he stared out the window. “And he’s still out there.”
“You’d be dead if you’d have followed Flex,” Knight ventured, as neutrally as possible. “What use is that to her, Jack? That’s not what she’d want. Think about it like this: when Flex goes down, do you want hundreds of witnesses?”
“No,” Morgan replied. No witnesses. Not unless he wanted to spend a lifetime in a British prison.
“Flex will get what’s coming to him,” Knight promised. “But when we decide. Not him.”
For a while the car was silent. In the back seat, Hooligan held his head between shaking hands.
“You’re a good man, Peter,” Morgan finally said. “You too, Hooligan.”
“I ran,” Hooligan stammered. “I left Perkins out there.”
“Perkins will be OK. The police will have got him to a hospital,” Knight reassured him. “They didn’t want Perkins, they wanted you. You did what you had to do.”
“You lived,” added Morgan. “And now you can help us finish this.”
Chapter 76
The Audi pulled to a stop in Private London’s secured parking, and all men exited simultaneously.
“I’ve gotta go to the loo,” Hooligan told the others, and scuttled off.
Knight looked at Morgan over the top of the car.
“I’m sorry I went against your orders,” Knight offered. “I know you’re the boss, but I couldn’t let you go after him. It would have been suicide.”
“You’re my friend, Peter. And you probably saved my life.”
Knight managed a weak smile.
“I’m going to contact the Met,” he told his leader, having been debriefed by Hooligan on the journey. “Let them know that there’s someone masquerading in convincing police uniform.”
“Hooligan said he had all the gear,” Morgan agreed. “Hooligan couldn’t tell them apart. You think Flex has links in the police? Could he have called off the mounted officers to draw me in?”
Knight shook his head. “That was Denise. She was following it all on their system. She hacked in and gave orders for all officers to make their way to a bogus mass casualty event.”