He grinned. “And Warlock said I was crazy.”
“We need to check on Hopcroft,” Alex said as Deuce helped her up. “He’s over by the desk.”
“Hopcroft? Who gives a damn about—”
“Just do it, Deuce. I can’t explain right now, but he’s one of ours.”
When they reached Uncle Eric, he’d already pulled himself upright and was sitting against the desk, the side of his shirt stained crimson. “I’m okay…the slug didn’t penetrate…”
Alex checked his side. “You need help.”
“Believe me, I’ve been through a lot worse than this…and help’ll be along soon enough. That’s why you need to grab Reinhard and go.”
“I can’t leave you like this.”
“You can and you will. The key to the cuffs is in my shirt pocket. …Your friend is in the third room down the hall.” He tilted his head toward Valac. “Do you have a way to get him off the island?”
“We’ve got a floatplane and pilot waiting for us on the leeward side.”
“Good. But you’d better…make it fast. The music downstairs probably masked the gunshots, but the guy who took Latham to his room will be returning any minute now.”
“What will they do to you when they find you?”
“Nothing. With Reinhard gone, I’m in command. And getting shot…will actually work in my favor.”
Deuce said, “I know I’m coming in late on this, but if you’re in command, can’t you call security off?”
“Not without blowing my cover. The group I’ve infiltrated has to believe I’d never betray them…and I’ve worked too hard to get this far. So go. Now.”
Deuce nodded, then went to Karl’s corpse, relieved it of its gun, and stuffed the weapon in his belt. “How much resistance are we talking?”
“I don’t think the rent-a-cops or Latham’s guards will be much of a problem. They’re mostly here for show. But Valac’s got about a dozen loyal kamikazes…like Karl…and they’ll want to get him back.”
After crossing toward Valac, Deuce kicked Valac’s piece over to Alex, then grabbed hold of him and hefted him up and over his shoulders like he was a prize deer.
Deuce was big, but it didn’t look like fun.
“Can you manage him like that?” Alex asked.
“Do I have a choice? But don’t worry, he’s not as heavy as he looks.”
She turned to Hopcroft. “I wish you could come with us.”
“You know I can’t…”
“Then at least tell me what’s going on. Why are you doing this?”
“You father will tell you soon enough. Now, take your prize…and go. But when you get back home, don’t trust any of them. Especially Richard Munro. He’ll smile at you and tell you…whatever you want to hear, and you won’t feel the dagger slipping into your back until it’s too late.”
Alex nodded solemnly, not wanting to leave him there.
Deuce said, “Come on, Alex, this asshole isn’t getting any lighter.”
She nodded, then threw her arms around Hopcroft’s neck and hugged him, trying not to cause him too much pain. He laughed and winced and said, “I love you, Allie Cat, and so does your father. Always remember that. Live by that.”
“I will,” she told him. “I will.”
CHAPTER 39
Valac’s man was on them before they got to Cooper, shouting as he raced down the hall, pistol blazing. Deuce dove for safety, sending Valac flying off his shoulders as Alex returned fire, cutting down the thug with a shot to the neck.
“You hurt?” she said to Deuce.
Already on his feet, he shook his head and began hefting Valac again. “Get Cooper. There’s a service elevator in the south hall. I’ll meet you there.”
He grunted and took off down the hall like a lumbering Cyclops. Heading the other way, Alex found the room Cooper was in and threw the door open. He was on the floor, cuffed to a bed frame he had already half torn apart, trying to get loose.
“Thank God,” he said. “I heard gunshots and thought the worst.”
She took the key from her pocket and unlocked the cuffs. “I think I’ve used about six of my nine lives in the last ten minutes, but it isn’t over yet. Deuce has Valac and is headed for the service elevator.”
“Nice. Sounds like I missed a lot.”
“We can play catch-up later.”
As soon as Cooper was on his feet, she handed him Valac’s pistol and they raced out of the room.
“This way,” she said.
She led him down the hall toward the corridor that would take them to the service elevator. Rounding the corner, they surprised another of Valac’s thugs, who had apparently been running toward the sound of the gunfire. His eyes went wide as he fumbled for the gun at the small of his back. Before he could get it free, Cooper buried a shot in his chest and sent him sprawling.
“That’s three down,” Alex said.
She grabbed Cooper’s arm and pulled him down the hall and through a doorway, hoping she was taking them in the right direction. She’d done her best to memorize the basic layout of the house, but dodging fire had a way of shattering your concentration.
Hearing shouts behind them, they crossed through a bedroom and exited into yet another hallway. Alex was beginning to think whoever had designed this place had a fondness for M.C. Escher. They traveled the length of the new corridor then burst through a doorway, relieved to find Deuce holding the elevator open for them, Valac in a heap at his feet.
“Come on, come on,” Deuce urged, waving them forward as if it would somehow speed their progress. “Took you damn long enough.” As they got on board, he let the doors close and said, “Warlock, do you read me?”
“I’m here, mate. Did you find them?”
“All present and accounted for, with Valac in tow.”
“Really? I’m impressed.”
“Don’t be until we’ve blown this pop stand. We’re headed for the loading dock. I need you to put some blinders on Valac’s men. Cut all the feeds to the CCTV.”
“Copy that, but you might want to look for a different way out. They’ve found the van and the guards you tranked, so they’re crawling all over the back of the house. I don’t think they’ve quite figured out what’s going on yet, but they know something’s up.”
“Shit,” Deuce said. “What about out front?”
“Looks like a parking lot for limos. But most of the guards are either inside or out back, so they must be thinking you’ll come out the way you went in.”
“All right. Once you cut the feeds, get your ass back to the Buick and meet us at the rendezvous point. We’ll be there as soon as we can.”
“With pleasure, my friend, but do me a favor.”
“What’s that?”
“Tell Alex she still owes me a pack of snouts.”
They got off the elevator at the first floor, Deuce once again hefting Valac over his shoulders. They tried to move quickly and quietly down the hallway past the ballroom, but as soon as they came around the corner, they discovered half a dozen of Valac’s men heading in their direction.
Guns came up and bullets began to fly.
Deuce cut through a doorway into the ballroom with Alex and Cooper at his heels, returning fire. Putting his head down, he plowed through the crowd of dancers, showing no mercy as he knocked them aside and headed across the room. More than once, he thought he heard the jangling of jewelry as they stumbled out of his way.
Guests started shouting and pushing at him, but he didn’t falter or slow down, determined to get to the front of the house before the weight of Valac’s body made it impossible to keep moving. He was running on pure adrenaline at this point, and he knew if they got out of this alive, he’d have one hell of a backache tomorrow.