“Forty million.”
“Twenty for you, and twenty for me?”
“Twenty for me, but you’ll have to split your twenty with him,” Walter said, nodding at Barnes.
Barnes, leaning against the foyer wall, whistled. “Goddamn. Looks like we picked the right night to make the switch, boss.”
“And you’re willing to part with twenty million?” Monroe asked Walter. “Just like that?”
“Half is better than zero,” Walter said.
Monroe chuckled. “Good answer. So tell me how it works.”
“That’s the part you don’t get to know.”
“Wrong answer. I want all the details or you’re going back into the city, where I hand you off to my employers.”
Walter shook his head. He didn’t know where the courage came from. It definitely wasn’t from the gun stuffed into his waistband.
“Twenty million,” Walter said, willing his voice to remain as steady as humanly possible. “That’s your share. My only insurance that you keep your word is what’s in here.” He tapped his temple. “If anything happens to me, every cent of that twenty million goes forever unclaimed by you and Barnes. You can either leave today with more money than you’ve ever dreamed of, or you can keep doing grunt work for people in exchange for chump change. It’s your choice, but I know what I would choose.”
Monroe narrowed his eyes at him, but didn’t say anything. Walter wondered if the man was trying to decide if he could interrogate the answers out of him and how much it was going to hurt. For him, anyway. He had a feeling Monroe had done much, much more for way, way less in the past.
Barnes broke the tense silence. “For ten million, you can keep your nerd secrets.”
Monroe flashed a forced smile. “Barnes has a way with words.”
“So we have a deal,” Walter said.
“It would appear so,” Monroe said, and stuck out his hand.
Walter flashed the mercenary a cocky smile, praying his hand wasn’t shaking too noticeably when he clasped Monroe’s and shook it. “I guess this means the two of you are working for me now.”
Monroe grinned back at him, with all the enthusiasm of a snake measuring up his latest victim.
“I guess so, boss man,” the suited mercenary said.
Chapter 17
“Lucy, your dad’s a liar and a killer. Now let’s go home!”
Yeah, right.
It didn’t matter how long she thought about it; it still didn’t make any sense. What had she really seen back there, at the house?
Walter. And Jack.
Then Walter shooting Jack.
Walter shooting Jack.
She stopped and looked back in the direction of the house. It was somewhere behind those two large trees, but of course she’d been walking in a daze for the last few (Ten? Twenty?) minutes and might have been halfway back to Lucy by now without realizing it. That is, if she was even going in the right direction.
Apollo had stopped too, and sat on his hind legs, waiting patiently for her.
She looked back at him. “You saw what Walter did, too, right? It wasn’t just my imagination?”
The dog bent over and licked himself.
“Gross, Apollo.”
She looked behind her again. Walter was back there, maybe even still standing over Jack’s dead body. So who were the other guys with the Uzis?
Allie almost laughed out loud. She had thought that as the night dragged on, things would become clearer. If anything, they had only gotten muddier. If she was confused about what was happening before, that didn’t hold a candle to the insanity of the last hour. The smartest thing she could do now was return to Lucy and get the kid out of here. They didn’t have a car — she’d even checked the two-story house’s attached garage — but there was a road somewhere out there. Besides, “out there” was better than hunkering down in a shuttered house if the men in suits (and Walter) came looking for them.
“It’ll be great,” Walter had said. “It’s the perfect chance to get to know each other better.”
He’d really meant it was the chance for her to connect with Lucy, because even a blind man could see the drama that played out whenever she and the teenager were in the same room together for longer than a few seconds.
Or maybe that wasn’t what Walter had meant at all. After tonight, after what she had seen, she didn’t know anything anymore.
“Should have stayed out of the woods,” she said out loud. “Nothing good ever comes from going into the woods. Right, boy?”
Apollo stopped licking himself long enough to look up at her.
“Thanks. Glad we’re on the same wavelength.”
She turned around and continued through the woods, back toward the house. Back to Lucy.
She probably had ten minutes, give or take, before she reached her destination. Ten minutes, give or take, to figure out what to tell Lucy about her dad.
“Guess what, kid? Your dad’s not who we thought he was! He’s a liar and a killer, and God only knows the real reason he brought us out here in the first place!”
Yeah, that was probably not going to work, either.
As it turned out, she didn’t have to worry about what she was going to tell Lucy, because she could hear the sounds of fate taking that option away from her just beyond the tree lines. She knew what they were before she saw the bright LED headlights sweeping across the woods, making her drop to the ground on her stomach as they flashed overhead.
Apollo, trailing behind her, did the same thing.
After about ten painstaking seconds of trying to convince herself to get up and run in the other direction, she did get up, but crab-walked the rest of the way to the tree line. She looked out in time to see the tall man in the suit — the same one who had tried to shoot Apollo back at the house — sliding out of a familiar looking SUV in the well-lit front yard of the two-story house. A second man, also wearing a suit, climbed out of the driver’s side, but didn’t move away from it. Instead, he stood behind the open door and waited as his tall partner walked forward.
Apollo trotted over and sat down next to her, and together they watched the tall man stop halfway to the house and looked back toward the SUV.
“This is your show, boss man,” the tall man said to someone back at the car. He wasn’t talking to the one at the driver-side door. “What now?”
One of the SUV’s back doors creaked open, and a third figure emerged. She had no trouble recognizing the white bandage wrapped around his head.
Walter.
He’d led them here. Right to her and Lucy.
Her heart raced at the sight of him, all the questions she had been turning over in her head on the way over here rushing back in a tidal wave, more confusing now than ever.
“Let me do the talking,” Walter said as he walked past the tall man, toward the front porch.
“What if they’re not here?” the tall man asked.
“It has to be this one. My only other neighbors are miles away in the other direction.”
“If you say so, boss man.”
‘Boss man?’
The tall man in the suit stood back and allowed Walter to approach the house by himself. The man looked around the yard, until he was suddenly peering in her direction. She took an involuntary step backward, moving further into the shadows, even though she was sure he couldn’t see her given the distance between them.
Probably.
The man kept turning until he was looking at another part of the woods. She breathed easier, but stayed where she was.