LITMIR.BIZ

       Chapter Six

      Strickland cursed. “Waiting around in this godforsaken town is getting us nowhere.” The December Texas sun heated up the SUV and sweat trickled down his neck. He wiped his arm on his forehead. “Garrett Galloway isn’t coming back.”

      “Do you think he knows the boss has found him?” Krauss asked, rolling down the window enough to allow a small crack. A soft, cool breeze flowed in. “I sure wouldn’t stick around.”

      “Could be he ran. Or maybe he’s hiding the woman and the girl.”

      “We’re screwed either way, you know.” Krauss’s tone held nothing but resignation. “The boss’ll find out we lost him, and we’ll be dead. We’re expendable and you know it. We both know it.”

      Krauss was right. But there had to be a way out. Maybe that deputy... Derek Bradley, aka Garrett Galloway, had lived in this town awhile. Strickland had discovered the people liked him. The waitress at the diner, the deputy, the local motel owner—they all thought the guy walked on water. Though that motel guy had shown Strickland the door too fast when his loopy sister had shown up and started yammering.

      Maybe the tattooed freak knew more than he let on.

      Strickland drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “So, Krauss. You think Galloway would come back if real trouble visited Trouble, Texas?”

      Krauss slowly nodded his head, a glimmer of hope reaching his eyes. “After what we know about both his identities, yeah. He’s just enough of a hero to take the risk...if the bait is right.”

      “And I think I know exactly who—” Strickland’s phone sounded. One glance at the number appearing on the screen and he could feel the blood drain from his face.

      “It’s the boss, isn’t it?” Krauss said, a string of curses escaping from him. “What are you going to say?”

      “I don’t know.” Strickland rubbed the back of his neck and tapped the phone. “Strickland.”

      “Imagine my surprise when I discovered your current location. Why didn’t you tell me you were already in Trouble, Texas?”

      At the biting tone of his boss’s voice, he shivered, then gulped. He didn’t have a good answer.

      “Don’t bother lying. There aren’t a thousand people in that town. You come clean, Strickland, I might let you live...minus a body part or two.”

      Strickland met Krauss’s gaze. The man’s expression looked as if he’d scarfed down a large helping of bad fish. He’d seen the boss’s handiwork. Missing fingers, missing toes, missing eyes...and worse.

      “I—I saw a note Ivy Deerfield wrote when we went to set up the bomb.” Strickland couldn’t prevent the squeak in his voice as he lied. “She wrote down this sheriff’s name. I just wanted to make sure she hadn’t given anything—”

      “How did you discover the connection between the McCallisters and Galloway?” his boss asked sharply.

      “I didn’t know about a link. I just had a bad feeling.” More truth in those words. Strickland swallowed again. “You ordered us to follow up on loose ends. And to get rid of them.”

      “Which you enjoy a little too much,” his boss muttered. “Okay, Strickland, I’ll let you fix your little problem, but if I find out you’re keeping something from me—”

      “I’ve worked for you too long, boss,” he said. Yeah, long enough to know that if he told her the truth of how he’d had them and lost them, she wouldn’t just take a body part—she’d make him suffer and want to die.

      Krauss just shook his head.

      “Perhaps.” The boss paused for a moment. “Well, Strickland, this may be your lucky day. I have Garrett Galloway’s location for you. A gift from...a good friend.”

      The boss gave him a frequency. Krauss entered the number into the small tracking device. A red dot appeared on the screen. “He’s in the mountains not far from here,” Krauss said. “Rough country.”

      “Are you sure it’s him? Or could this be his laptop or something?” Strickland asked.

      A chuckle filtered through the phone. “It’s inside him. You track that frequency, you’ll have your target.”

      Strickland scratched at a surgical scar from a rotator-cuff repair a year or so ago. “That’s not possible.”

      “Really? You have an inside track on the latest research and development of the agency, do you?”

      Strickland gulped at the disdain in his boss’s voice. “Of course not.”

      “You better be glad the chip isn’t widely available. If I’d had one inserted inside you, I have a very good feeling you’d already be paying the price for some extracurricular activities.”

      The muscles in Strickland’s back tensed. The only way out of this mess was clean it up and beg...or find out something he could bargain with.

      “Find him, Strickland. And kill him. No mistakes.” The phone call ended.

      He grabbed the map from Krauss’s hand and smiled for the first time since he’d realized the McCallister woman had escaped the bomb. “We have a pointer to Galloway. Which means we have McCallister and the kid, too. They’re out in the middle of nowhere.”

      “Easy to dispose of bodies out there. No one will ever find them.”

      “Yeah.” Strickland stared down at his phone. Now if he could only find a way that he wouldn’t disappear either.

      * * *

      AT GARRETT’S BITING WORDS, Laurel’s hands froze above the computer keyboard. She winced and whirled her chair around. If she’d thought he might be glad she’d taken the initiative to use her skills, that notion vanished the moment she took in his tight jaw and narrowed gaze.

      “I had an idea,” she protested. The niggling doubts that had skittered up her spine when she turned on the machine gnawed through her nerves. But what choice did they have?

      “You’ve started the ticking clock.” His cheek muscles pulsed.

      That she had an answer for. “The clock would have started anyway. We both know that. I just happened to control the start.”

      “Explain.”

      “I set up the signal to bounce all over the world. We’re on a ticking clock—like you wanted, but thirty-six hours from now. Maybe forty-eight.”

      “How certain are you?”

      “I wouldn’t play with Molly’s life like that. Or yours.”

      He studied her expression, then finally nodded

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