Goddammit, I hate it when I’m right.
He looked back at the two men in front of him. Like Wyatt, they were wearing hunting clothes, and one of them had blood splatters along his pant legs and shirtsleeve. The blood looked fresh, too.
“Come on,” Keo said to Wyatt, pulling him slightly to the right.
Both men quickly followed, their rifles never leaving him.
“Where the fuck you going?” one of them shouted. Keo didn’t know why he was still shouting.
He had a good point, though. Where the fuck was he going? Not front. Not side to side. And certainly not back-
Dammit. There was nowhere to go but back.
He tightened his left hand around Wyatt’s neck, then began dragging the other man backward. He felt the warmth of the sun splash against his back almost as soon as he stepped outside the woods and into the overgrown grass jungle.
The sound of heavy footsteps overwhelmed everything else, and Keo spun around briefly, Wyatt still in front of him, to face at least six men running in his direction with rifles swinging in front of them. They were just about to cross the parking lot when they saw him, slid to a stop, and took aim.
Great. Now instead of two guys with rifles, he was staring at six.
Six? It was more like nine, because the three guards on the rooftops were now training their rifles on him, too. That prompted Keo to press his body even tighter against Wyatt’s. Thank God Wyatt was around six foot, which was just an inch shorter than Keo.
“Don’t shoot!” Wyatt was shouting. “Don’t anyone shoot, for Christ’s sake!”
There you go, Wyatt. Keep at it, pal.
The fresh sounds of footsteps behind him forced Keo to drag Wyatt south along the shoulder of the road. The two scouts burst out of the tree line to the left of him a second later. Now he had men with guns at two directions-front and from the right.
They kept pace with him as he pulled Wyatt southward, and they stopped when he stopped. That lasted for a few seconds until a couple of them got smart and ran further down the street before crossing over to outflank him.
He stopped, now with men on all three sides and just the woods behind him.
The woods. He could probably get lost in there. He could always come back later and find Tobias. Steve didn’t say anything about killing Tobias today. There was no timetable, there was just the job.
Yeah, that could work.
Of course, he was assuming the pissed-off looking men with guns-half of them haggard, their civilian clothes splashed with blood-would let him just back up into the trees without a fight. That was a pretty big if right there, but what the hell, it wasn’t like he had much of a choice at the moment.
“Get ready,” Keo said.
“What?” Wyatt said.
“Get ready to move.”
“Christ, you’re going to get us killed!”
“Shut up and get ready-”
“Don’t shoot!” someone shouted. It was a woman. He thought she sounded like the one that had talked to Wyatt over the radio earlier. “No one goddamn shoots!”
She pushed a couple of men out of her way and jogged across the street toward him. He watched her closely from behind Wyatt’s head, doing his best to expose as little of himself as possible to the shooters. He just hoped the riflemen on the rooftops were as bad a shot as the one that had tried to take him out earlier.
“Jesus Christ,” the woman said. “It really is you. I was pretty sure you were dead.”
Keo blinked once, twice.
The sun was in his eyes, but there was no mistaking who the woman was. She’d cut her hair short and the boots made her look taller-and she had been pretty tall to begin with-but it was definitely her.
Of all the people that had escaped on Mark’s boat, she would have been the one he’d put money on surviving. Besides, Gillian had made it, so why not her, too? Despite what Steve had told him about her and Mark dying when his men first encountered them, a part of him never really believed it.
“Well, shit,” Keo said.
She stopped a few feet away and seemed to sigh with a mixture of frustration and annoyance. “What kind of name is Keo, anyway?”
He smiled. “Donnie was taken.”
She smiled back, then held out her hand toward him. “Give me the gun, Keo, before someone loses their shit and we all end up dead.”
“Can I trust you?”
“I don’t think you have much of a choice right now, do you?”
Good point, he thought, and took the gun away from Wyatt’s chin and held it out to her. “So what now?”
“Now you meet Tobias,” Jordan said.
BOOK TWO
CHAPTER 11
“I can’t believe you’re still alive,” Jordan said.
“You said that already,” Keo said.
“What happened to your face?”
“Long story.”
“I bet. We spent days and weeks wondering what had happened to you and Norris, not knowing if you were dead or alive or captured…or worse.”
“Just days and weeks? What about months?”
“We eventually had other things to worry about.”
“Santa Marie Island.”
She frowned. “They were waiting for us when we got there.”
“The soldiers.”
“Yeah.”
“What happened, Jordan?”
“She’s alive. You know that, right?”
He nodded. “I saw her back at T18.”
Jordan didn’t respond right away and instead continued leading him through the strip mall while men with guns watched him like a hawk. Despite taking his weapons and pack, the others were still nervous, and he saw fingers in trigger guards. He didn’t blame their skittishness; he had, after all, just shown up in the aftermath of what he now knew was a bloody fight with Steve’s men. These guys were beat up, hurt, and licking their wounds. You had to be extra careful around men who were on edge, especially when assault rifles were present.
“How is she?” Jordan finally asked.
“You don’t know?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”
“What happened?”
“We’ll talk about it later.”
“I might not have a later.”
“You’ll be fine. Just…be truthful.”
“Tobias?”
“Yeah.”
Well, you wanted to find him, pal.
Mission accomplished.
She led him into the insurance building and across (fresh) blood-covered carpeting while the others returned to wherever they had been hiding before he showed up. He followed Jordan into a back hallway that was just a little bit too dark for his liking.
“You’re waiting for them,” Keo said. “The soldiers. You’re trying to lure them up the road and into an ambush.”
She gave him a quick, sharp look.
“Wyatt gave it away,” he said.
She nodded, relaxing. “We have men planted along the roads. If they’d followed us like we had hoped, we would have had hit them back. We’ve done it before.”
“But they didn’t bite this time.”
“No…”
“Still, pretty gutsy move.”
“Yeah, well, it takes guts to run around out here. But you probably know a little bit about that.”
“Just a little bit, yeah.”
Jordan opened the last door into a small office. There were two people already inside, and one of them-a woman, even though Keo only saw her from the back-was busy wrapping fresh gauze around the thigh of a man with short blond hair. The man’s pant leg had been cut away, and a pool of fresh blood was gathering on the floor under him. Like the men outside, he looked haggard and on edge.
The man looked up when they entered. “This him?”
Jordan nodded. “Keo, this is Tobias.”
Tobias eyed him. Jack wasn’t far off when he described the man-the steely blue eyes, square jaw, and the six-three frame. Early forties, though he could have passed for a man five years younger with a shave and a decent haircut.