Orlando took off after her.
Quinn and Nate hesitated. The trapdoor provided the perfect chokehold to tie down their pursuers, but the others must have split their forces and sent some into the jungle. How many? No way to know, but the most pressing danger was clearly to Tessa.
Quinn looked at his partner and saw Nate was thinking the same thing.
Without a word, they headed into the jungle.
As Abraham reached out to push a branch to the side, his foot slipped on a loose bit of ground. He staggered forward, the branch he’d been trying to avoid slapping him in the face, and was just barely able to keep himself from falling.
“Are you okay?” Tessa asked, looking back.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” he said. “Let’s keep going.”
She eyed him, as if unsure whether or not to believe him, before turning back to the path and moving on.
It was surreal, him being here with her on the run again. Hell, him finding her, seeing her once more when he thought he never would — that was the most surreal part. In those times when he felt sure she was still alive, that he couldn’t have transported her thousands of miles only for her to be killed later, his mind would still not give him a happy ending. An endless string of horrible alternate possibilities intruded — neglect, violent and mental abuse, forced servitude, prostitution.
Thank God none had been true. It was obvious Desirae loved the girl and had given Tessa as close to a normal life as she could, while preparing the girl to deal with the very real possibility that the danger that had taken her birth mother would return.
“Careful here,” Tessa said, pointing at some roots that had grown across the path.
Abraham watched his step, not wanting a repeat of the near disaster from a few minutes ago. A moment after he cleared the root, he heard the rustle of brush from somewhere along the path behind them.
He rushed forward. “Kill the light,” he whispered.
As the beam flickered out, he heard the sound of a step. He put a hand on Tessa’s back and ushered her off the path into the wild. He wanted to keep going but knew they were making too much noise, so they crouched as low as they could about a dozen feet off the path.
“Maybe it’s Mom,” Tessa whispered.
“I hope so. She’d want us to play it safe, though.”
She nodded, her brow creased in worry. He put an arm around her. After a slight hesitation, she leaned against him, shaking. For a moment he was taken back to Japan, when, though scared, she had put all her trust in him.
A crunch.
Abraham peered through the foliage back toward the path, but saw only indistinct shapes of plants and trees. Several quiet seconds passed before he heard steps again. They were light, almost imperceptible, the movements of someone trying very hard to not be heard.
Quiet again, three seconds, and then the crunch of dirt and a man passing through Abraham’s field of vision. He was mostly a shadow, but Abraham could see the man well enough to know he was neither Quinn nor Nate.
Abraham could feel Tessa’s shuttering breath as she, too, saw the man. Abraham squeezed her shoulder and moved his mouth to her ear. “I need you to stay here.”
She jerked her head back and looked at him in horror. “No,” she mouthed.
“I’m going to see where he’s going, that’s all,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back.”
She shook her head. “Don’t leave me.”
The words drove a knife into his heart.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”
She leaned into him hard and he put his other arm around her.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Nolan’s concern grew with every passing second.
Tracking the girl and the man had been relatively easy. They were surprisingly quiet but not completely so, and he was able to follow them without keeping them in sight.
About two minutes earlier, there had been an increase in noise for a few seconds, and then nothing. He figured they’d passed through a section that was more overgrown than others, but as he continued down the path himself, he found no such area, nor could he hear them ahead of him anymore.
He stopped, realizing they must have turned off the path somewhere behind him. Either there was another path he’d missed or they were hiding. Using the illumination of his cell phone, he studied the ground. The only prints were his.
With extreme care, he retraced his route, stopping every few seconds until he finally spotted the others’ footprints. After he determined the exact spot where they disappeared, he pulled out his gun and turned toward the jungle.
Something didn’t feel right.
Abraham looked toward the path but it was empty. He listened but could hear nothing unusual. Still, that old sense of impending danger that had kept him alive for so many years was on alert.
He whispered in Tessa’s ear, “I want you to quietly crawl back until you find a good hiding place.”
She looked at him, silently asking, why?
“Please,” he said.
Lip trembling, she nodded.
As she backed away, Abraham concentrated on the path again. Still nothing there. So why had his sense—
A sound about halfway between the path and where he was. Without another thought, he moved to his left, slipping between two bushes. It wasn’t quite as easy as it should have been. His right leg was stiffening from all the walking and crouching, but it was by far not the only ache and pain he felt.
Suddenly, a shadow of a man slipped out from the brush, low to the ground, and in his hand was a gun. When he reached the area where Abraham and Tessa had been, he paused. In his other hand was a glow, shining on the ground.
Our tracks, Abraham realized.
The man moved the light in an arc before looking in the direction Tessa had gone. He started creeping forward.
Letting his old instincts take over, Abraham launched himself forward with as much speed as his sore legs could generate, slamming into the man’s back as the guy was twisting around. They rolled through the brush, Abraham ending up on the bottom with the man’s back in his face.
An elbow whacked into Abraham’s side. He tried to throw an arm around the guy’s chest, but the man easily batted him away.
Abraham pushed and rolled just enough to get the guy off him.
The gun.
He reached for the man’s hands, knowing he had to keep the guy from pulling the trigger. But both the man’s hands were empty.
Abraham spotted the weapon lying on the ground a few feet away and lunged for it, but the man had seen it, too, and got there the same time Abraham did. They struggled, each getting a temporary grip on the handle, but in the end it was the man who slipped his finger over the trigger.
Abraham latched on to the suppressor, pushing it as hard as he could so the barrel couldn’t be turned on him.
The man pulled the trigger.
A thup echoed softly through the jungle as the bullet drove harmlessly into the ground several yards away. Abraham yanked his hands away from the now white hot suppressor.
As the man started to aim the gun at him, Tessa screamed from somewhere in the jungle behind them. The shooter turned his head toward the sound, giving Abraham the opening he needed.
He rammed his knee hard into the man’s groin. As the guy cringed, Abraham hit him with an uppercut under his jaw, rattling his teeth and dazing him. Abraham then wrenched the gun away and put it against the man’s chest. The double thup as Abraham pulled the trigger twice were nearly silent this time, the body absorbing most of the sound.
He straightened up. “Tessa?” he said in a loud whisper. “Tessa? Are you all right?”