Sean saw this. “She looks like shit.”
“This is going to be tight. You know that.”
“It’s always tight. Do you see Paul and Bunting?”
She nodded slightly. “Nine o’clock.”
Sean glanced that way. “Do you think she sees Megan?”
“I think the lady doesn’t miss much.”
“Get in Secret Service mode, Michelle. Assess threats from all angles.”
“That’s what I’ve been doing ever since we stepped foot on the Mall.”
Kelly Paul gripped Bunting around the elbow. “Thirty seconds.”
“I know,” he said. “Do you see Riley?”
“Have for the last four minutes. Quantrell’s boys on either side of her.”
“How many more around?”
“At least ten, I would think. I don’t know the exact number.”
Bunting stiffened when he saw the man.
He was gliding along; his movements seemed effortless as he slipped through the crowd. This time he was not wearing a black suit, tie, and white shirt, though. The sunglasses hid his eyes, but Bunting was certain they were registering on everything.
“Harkes! Harkes is here.”
“Of course he is,” said Paul softly. “Where the hell do you think he’d be?”
“He scares the shit out of me.”
“He should. We’ve got ten seconds.”
Bunting started breathing fast. “Tell me this is going to be okay, Kelly.”
She gripped his arm tighter. “Almost there, Peter. Keep it together. Almost there.”
She looked at her watch, picked up her pace.
It was all dead ahead.
This was her world. This was Kelly Paul’s version of the Wall.
Five… four… three… two…
CHAPTER 84
THEY FACED EACH OTHER across a two-foot span of grass that in some ways seemed as wide as the Atlantic Ocean.
James Harkes stared at Kelly Paul and she stared right back at him.
Megan Riley, engulfed by her captors, stared dumbly at the ground. Next to Paul and Bunting were Sean and Michelle, with Roy in the wheelchair.
Roy sat up and let his hood fall away.
When Megan glanced up and saw Sean and Michelle her sense of relief was profound.
“Let’s make this easy and simple,” said Harkes quietly. “Send Bunting and Roy over here. And you get Riley.”
“Doesn’t seem fair, does it?” asked Paul. “You get two and we only get one.”
“That was the deal,” said Harkes.
“No, that was the proposal.”
Harkes eyed her with interest. “Do you really want to renegotiate now? My men have ten prearranged targets to hit if I give them the signal. If you want to be responsible for innocent people going down it’s up to you, I guess. But I would advise against it.”
“I can see the logic, Harkes, I really can.”
“But you still disagree?”
“Not necessarily.”
“We don’t have unlimited time here. I need an answer.”
“Suppose we give you Bunting.” She grabbed Bunting’s arm and pushed him forward. He jerked free and scowled at her.
“So I’m the sacrificial lamb,” he snapped. “Blood thicker than water?”
Harkes shook his head. “We need the package.”
“He’s my brother.”
“Half brother.”
“Still,” she said calmly.
“Do you want a demonstration of my intent?” Harkes pointed to a little boy holding a cup of hot chocolate. “I raise my hand he gets a third eye.”
“You’d do that? A kid?”
Harkes looked at her with a blank expression. “I can take out a granny if you’d prefer. The point would be the same.”
“You’re a real bastard, you know that?” she said.
“A remark which gets us nowhere. Shall I raise my hand?”
“You’ll just kill my brother.”
Harkes looked over at Roy, who sat there in the wheelchair. “What if I tell you that won’t happen?”
“Why should I believe anything you say?”
“His brains are a gold mine. Who throws away gold?”
“You mean not for this country?”
“That would be problematic.”
“I’m not a traitor,” said Roy.
“You’d be alive,” replied Harkes. “Your choice.”
“You probably won’t even let us out of here alive, even if we do give him up,” said Paul.
“I give you my word that that won’t be the case.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“I don’t blame you. I don’t trust you either.”
“I hope they’re paying you enough to commit treason.”
“Your words, not mine.”
“When did you sell out, Harkes? Do you even remember?”
Harkes’s features hardened for barely a second. “I’m going to raise my hand unless Edgar Roy gets out of the wheelchair and walks over here with Mr. Bunting. Right now. Do you want the kid to be able to finish his hot chocolate?”
Sean and Michelle eyed the little boy. Michelle tensed her body to leap.
Roy rose from his chair.
His sister said, “Eddie! No!”
“Enough people have died because of me, Kel. No more. Nobody else. Especially not a little boy.”
“They told me you had a big brain, Roy,” said Harkes. “Just right over here, please. Bunting, you too.”
They watched as Bunting and Roy stepped forward. On a nod from Harkes the men released Megan, who stumbled toward Sean and Michelle.
Sean’s gaze had not stopped moving. He had gone grid by grid, reaching far away with his gaze and then pulling it back in, step-by-step, like casting a fishing line and slowly reeling it in, looking for threats. It was like he had never been away from the Secret Service. He had pulled post on the Mall many times while with the Service. What to look for and how had been drilled into his mind until there was no difference between conscious thought and instinct.
As soon as Megan joined them Sean saw it. A man who was paying them a little too much attention while trying very hard not to seem to be. His hand went to his pocket. An optics flare followed as he took aim.
Sean leaped, his body parallel to the ground.
The shot was fired.
The round hit Sean squarely in the chest. He grunted once, hit the grass hard, and slid.
“Sean!” screamed Michelle.
The men who had been on either side of Riley suddenly went down fast, before they could pull their guns, their bodies writhing in pain. Men swarmed them, held them down, the glint of gunmetal flashed in the sunlight.
“Where’s the shooter?” one of them screamed.
In the face of the shot, the crowds on the Mall acted like a wave gathering strength. This stampede built speed and mass, and soon the wave was beyond control.
James Harkes was on the move. He dropped two men with his weapon. They fell to the grass out of the fight. Harkes kept going, his gaze darting in all directions. He didn’t know who had fired the shot, but it had severely messed up his plans. His carefully arranged tactical positions were now being swept away.
But all he could do was keep going, keep striking.
Michelle knelt next to Sean.
“Sean!”
He struggled to his knees. “Go. Go. Finish the plan. I’m okay.”
She looked at the rip in his body armor where the slug had hit.
“Are you sure?”
He grimaced, one hand pressed against his chest. “Michelle, just get them out of here! Now!”
She squeezed his arm, leaped up, grabbed Megan and Roy by the wrist, and shouted, “With me, now.”
They raced off across the Mall, fighting their way through the screaming crowd that was now running flat-out in all directions.
Harkes finally spotted her and tenaciously fought through the crowd to get to the woman.