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Easier said than done. I was about to go back inside and direct the plan from the inside. Get anyone not captured, like Raven and Corey, on the same page.
I fought off a wave of dizziness. I had the knife. Marc had the gun, and Axel went for the cell phone in the trash to contact Kevin.
I was in the garage when the radio I’d been holding went off. I turned down the volume and listened. It was in German, unhelpful. It wouldn’t be long before they came to look for their buddy. Axel was in no condition to take him out. And Marc couldn’t shoot anyone without people hearing it and coming to see what was going on.
I peeked in through the door inside the garage. No one appeared to be in the hallway or the kitchen. There was talking inside, but further away and I couldn’t hear.
There was a smell coming from the kitchen. Eggy. I guessed the exploding microwave thing worked. It meant they were on guard now. I’d have to be careful.
I went for the back stairs, stopped halfway up, and listened closely.
“Your guards are idiots,” Blake said. “She used a Taser and got one outside. He’s sick behind the garage puking his guts out. That’s why he’s not answering.”
I cringed. He was telling them I was here? Now they’d be on the lookout.
A male voice cut in, speaking German. It echoed on my radio and I turned the volume down to a whisper.
“You know,” Doyle’s voice came through. “I could go check on him. I need a smoke anyway.”
“No one is going anywhere,” Mr. Murdock said. “Everyone gets to go upstairs. We’ll handle this quietly. We just need to make those adjustments to this core. Everyone gets to walk away after. No fuss.”
“That sounds like a reasonable solution,” Alice said. “We won’t need to worry about the annoying bug if everyone is upstairs and we’ve cut her off.”
I gulped. I needed to get upstairs before they did. I’d be trapping myself in with the rest of them, and there weren’t that many places to hide. I wasn’t sure how I’d get out of there with everyone if they locked us all in upstairs.
I scurried up while they were still talking. I used the printout of Ethan’s face and then pressed the code.
I got behind the door, locking it again. Maybe it’d delay them for a minute.
I checked the room. Raven and Corey were missing. The computer was back in the floor. Had they left?
I heard a cough somewhere in the room. I couldn’t source it, but then I heard voices behind me on the stairwell.
“He’s not getting up,” Eddie was saying.
“Punch him again. He’ll get up.” That was Mr. Murdock.
I ground my teeth. I’d shoot them both in the face.
“Hey there,” Blake called. “Someone need some help? Is that a control pad? Do you guys know the password? Let me take this one. No, he’s fine. Look, he’ll walk. Doyle, help me.”
Eddie spoke. “Alice, they’re your people. They’re getting your cut, not mine.”
Maybe they weren’t working as closely together as I thought.
I found a couch to hide behind, close to the door. I wanted to be able to have access. I wasn’t sure how else to get them to escape, but I got a good view of the room from behind the sofa next to one of the windows.
Mr. Murdock spoke. “Let’s just get everyone inside.”
“We need the passcode,” Alice said. “Won’t you be a dear and type it in quickly for us?” She pointed to the third floor. “Before your son gets here.”
“My son is a moron,” Mr. Murdock said, disgust thick in his tone. “He’s an ungrateful bastard who doesn’t get how the world works. You have to kick a few balls to get ahead.”
“Let’s get this over with,” Eddie said.
“We’re going to trust these guys?” Mr. Murdock asked, walking up the steps.
“This one,” Alice said, “is about to beat your little security dog into submission. So type in the password and we can get going.”
“Where to?” Mr. Murdock asked. “Back to the cabin? Where I can shit in a pot and eat nothing but frozen dinners? I didn’t work this hard to go back to living like a Neanderthal.” He coughed, though underneath, it sounded like swearing and muttering. There was a small noise as each time he hit a number on the security pad.
The alarm beeped and then quieted.
The door opened, and I pulled back, waiting. From under the sofa, I spotted feet coming inside. Lots of them. This was going to be harder than I thought. I wedged myself further into the corner, just so I could look between the sofa arm and a side table.
Mr. Murdock stood by the security panel. He typed in another passcode and then the computer lifted from the floor again. “You shouldn’t need me now.”
“We should stay for a minute,” Alice said. “Just in case anything else comes up. I’ve got a plan, and we don’t need anyone leaving early.”
“If I wanted to watch a moron type at a computer for an hour, I’d have watched my kids with their games and their Facebooks.” He looked at Brandon, who was being dragged in by Mack Truck and then pushed down on one of the sofas, sitting in it and folding his arms. “Just get it over with already. I want to get out of here.”
Brandon glared at everyone. His face had more cuts. I wondered if his poison would work faster if he was beaten like that. He was slightly shaking his head. I realized he didn’t know what was going on but he was still trying to resist. Then I spotted his eyes going up, down, left… He was looking for Raven and the others without making it obvious. It probably looked like Blake and Doyle had teamed up with the bad guys as well. Hopefully he knew better.
I stared hard at him, looking calm.
Slowly, as Brandon scanned the room, he passed me once, and then his eyes came back. He squinted. Slowly, I smiled, and then winked.
Brandon frowned at me and I could tell he didn’t like me being up here.
While Doyle looked over the two monitors, Blake and the others watched over him. I wasn’t really sure what to do at this point. There were five guards now with guns, including Mack Truck; way too many to mess with. I didn’t know if Eddie had a gun, but he wore a jacket, which could have concealed one in a back holster. From what I could tell, Mr. Murdock’s pocket had a wallet on one side, a cell phone in the other. Alice had a cell phone in her right front pocket. No purse. Unless she kept a gun between her breasts, she was unarm
ed.
Only Raven had a gun up here, and since he’d used up bullets at Blake’s house, I wasn’t sure if he had many left, if any at all. Hopefully he brought more, but one gun wasn’t going to take many of them out if they started firing, even if he was Russian.
But it wouldn’t really work if they left before we came up here.
I scanned the room, and then I noticed Brandon was still staring at me from across the room. Then he dragged his eyes up toward the ceiling. I followed his gaze.
Raven was above the group, in the ceiling, hanging from a couple of exposed metal beams above us. They were so high up, I wasn’t sure how he’d gotten up there. He caught my eyes instantly, giving me a thumbs up, ready to go.
Corey wasn’t with him, though. I checked the room again for him. I glanced once more up at Raven. He quietly pointed to Brandon and then held up ten fingers, mouthed the word ‘minutes’, and then nine fingers, eight fingers: a countdown.
I nodded. We needed ten minutes for something to happen.
I checked around, and noticed the phone was missing. While I couldn’t see him, I thought Corey must be behind that sofa, using the phone as a communication line.
“Can I sit?” Blake asked. “Is that allowed?”
“Everyone can sit,” Alice said. “No pressure here. If everyone does what they’re supposed to, no one needs to be harmed.”
Eddie snorted. He must have known about the poison. Bastard.
Blake started toward the sofa that I suspected Corey was behind. Brandon coughed through his taped-up mouth, looked right at Blake and shook his head just the slightest bit.
Blake got the gist, and rerouted to the other side, closer to where I was.
A gunman followed him; his own a personal guard. He stood in front of Blake, his gun drawn.
Mack Truck moved next to Brandon. Brandon grunted, sitting back, breathing deeply through his nose.
I gulped quietly as Mack Truck took his gun out and watched over him.
It felt like the execution line. Wasn’t exactly how I thought it would work out.
Up in the rafters, Raven looked unhappy.
I looked at Blake, who was staring out the windows. “Nice view,” he said. “Makes me want to sit here quietly and watch the sunrise.”
