Olivia was there.
She stood up suddenly and put up her hands. Another woman- he assumed it was Kimmy Dale- was there too. She opened her mouth to scream. Dollinger was pointing the gun at them.
He fired.
Oh, no…
Kimmy fell. Olivia dived from view. Matt did not let up. Dollinger stood not far from a window. Using all his momentum, realizing that time was past the point of essence, Matt leaped toward the glass. He tucked his chin and led with his forearms.
The glass shattered with surprising ease.
Matt got his legs under him. He landed and again there was no hesitation. Dollinger still had the gun. His mouth had dropped open in surprise. Matt did not want to lose that. He jumped straight at him.
It was like jumping against a cement block. Dollinger barely gave at all.
"Run!" Matt shouted.
Dollinger reacted now. He aimed his gun at Matt. Matt took hold of Dollinger's wrist with both hands. He pulled. So did Dollinger. Even though Matt was using two hands against Dollinger's one, Matt was losing the battle of strength. With his free hand, Dollinger hit Matt in the ribs with an uppercut. Matt felt his belly collapse, the air go out of him. He wanted to collapse and writhe on the floor.
But he wouldn't.
Olivia was here.
So he held on to the wrist with all he had.
Another fist slammed under his rib cage. Matt's eyes watered. He saw dark spots. He was losing consciousness, losing his grip.
A voice screamed, "Freeze! Police! Drop your weapon!"
It was Loren Muse.
Dollinger let him go. Matt sank to the floor. But only for a second. He looked up at Dollinger. Dollinger had a funny look on his face. He glanced about the room.
Loren Muse was nowhere in sight.
Matt knew how this would go. Dollinger would wonder why she wasn't showing herself. He would remember that she had just flown over from Newark, that she was a county investigator, that the authorities would not let her travel with a gun.
He would realize that Loren didn't have a weapon. That she was bluffing.
Olivia was crawling toward Kimmy Dale. Matt looked over at her. Their eyes met. "Go," he mouthed. He looked back up at Dollinger.
Dollinger had put it together now.
He swung his aim back toward Olivia.
"No!" Matt shouted.
He bent his legs and pushed off as if they were two pistons. He knew something about real-life fights. He knew that the good big man almost always beats the good little man. But he didn't care about winning. He cared about saving his wife. He just needed to do enough so that Olivia could get free.
And Matt knew something else.
Even the biggest, strongest men have the same vulnerable spots as the rest of us.
Matt positioned his hand for a palm strike. He leaped up and smacked Dollinger in the heart of the groin. The big man made an oof noise and bent at the waist. He grabbed Matt on his way down. Matt tried to straighten. Dollinger was too big.
Vulnerable spots, he thought. Hit the vulnerable spots.
Matt reared back with his head. The skull landed on Dollinger's nose. Dollinger howled and stood up. Matt looked over at his wife.
What the…?
Olivia had not run away. He couldn't believe it. She was still by Kimmy's side, working on her friend's leg, feverishly trying, he assumed, to stop the bleeding or something.
"Get out!" he shouted.
Dollinger had recovered. The gun was aimed at Matt now.
From the other end of the trailer Loren Muse let out a cry and pounced on Dollinger's back. She reached around for his face. The big man pulled back, his nose and mouth covered with blood. He threw Loren off like a bucking bronco. She landed hard against the wall. Matt jumped up.
Go for the vulnerable…
He tried to get Dollinger's eyes and missed. His hand slipped down. They ended up on the big man's throat.
Just like before.
Just like all those years ago, on a college campus in Massachusetts, with a boy named Stephen McGrath.
Matt didn't care.
He squeezed hard. He put his thumb on the hollow of the throat. And he squeezed some more.
Dollinger's eyes bulged. But his gun hand was free now. He raised his weapon toward Matt's head. Matt let go of the throat with one hand. He tried to deflect Dollinger's aim. The gun fired anyway. Something hot sliced into the flesh above Matt's hip.
His leg went slack. His hand dropped off Dollinger's neck.
Dollinger had the gun ready now. He looked into Matt's eyes and started to squeeze the trigger.
A shot rang out.
Dollinger's eyes bulged a little more. The bullet had hit his temple. The big man folded to the floor. Matt spun and looked at his wife.
In her hand she had a small pistol. Matt crawled over to her. They looked down. Kimmy Dale wasn't bleeding from her leg. She was bleeding from a spot just above the elbow.
"You remembered," Kimmy said.
Olivia smiled.
Matt said, "Remembered what?"
"Like I told you," Olivia said, "Kimmy always kept a gun in her boot. It just took me a few seconds to dig it out."
Chapter 58
LOREN MUSE SAT across from Harris Grimes, the assistant director in charge who ran the FBI's Los Angeles field office. Grimes was one of the most powerful federal officers in the region, and he was not a happy man.
"You realize that Adam Yates is a friend of mine," Grimes said.
"It's the third time you've told me," Loren said.
They were using a room on the second floor of the Washoe Medical Center in Reno. Grimes narrowed his eyes and chewed on his lower lip. "Are you being insubordinate, Muse?"
"I've told you what happened three times."
"And you'll tell it again. Now."
She did. There was a lot to cover. It took hours. The case wasn't over. There were still plenty of questions. Yates was missing. No one knew where he was. But Dollinger was dead. Loren was learning that he, too, had been well liked by his fellow agents.
Grimes stood and rubbed his chin. There were three other agents in the room, all with legal pads, all keeping their heads down and jotting away. They knew now. No one wanted to believe it, but the videotape of Yates and Cassandra spoke volumes. Grudgingly they were beginning to accept her theory. They just weren't liking it.
"You have any idea where Yates would have gone?" Grimes asked her.
"No."
"He was last seen at our Reno office on Kietzke Lane maybe fifteen minutes before the incident at Ms. Dale's residence. He checked in with a special agent named Ted Stevens, who'd been told to trail Olivia Hunter when she arrived at the airport."
"Right. You told me. Can I go now?"
Grimes turned his back and waved his hand. "Get the hell out of my sight."
She stood and walked downstairs to the emergency room on the first floor. Olivia Hunter sat by the ER receptionist.
"Hey," Loren said.
"Hi." Olivia managed to smile. "I just came down to check on Kimmy."
Olivia had suffered no real injuries. Kimmy Dale was finishing up at the other end of the corridor. Her arm was wrapped in a sling. The bullet had missed bone, but there was serious muscle and tissue damage. It would be painful and need hours of rehabilitation. But, alas, in this era of getting people out of the hospital pronto- six days after having his chest cut open Bill Clinton was reading in his backyard- they finished asking their questions and told Kimmy that she could go home but needed to "stay in town."
"Where's Matt?" Loren asked.
"He just came out of surgery," Olivia said.
"Did it go okay?"
"The doctor said he'll be fine."
The bullet from Dollinger's gun had grazed the neck of Matt's femur just below the hip joint. The doctors needed to put in a couple of bone screws. Fairly minor surgery, they said. He'd be up and out in two days.
"You should get some rest," Olivia said.
"Can't," Loren said. "I'm too wired."
"Yeah, me too. Why don't you sit with Matt in case he wakes up? I'm just going to get Kimmy settled and then I'll be right up."