Yeah, him either.
“It’s not far,” Blackhawk said, sliding down a hill, and into a ditch.
Ethan knew where they were, only because he and Callen had run wild here for many years. He knew the cabin, now that he’d seen it on the map.
It was small and simple, but it drew Natives to this area. They liked seeing how others lived. Curiosity, even then, killed the cat.
Back then, though, when he was a small child, it wasn’t the killer’s family who called it home.
It had been a nice older woman, whose husband had died, and she eventually followed. She let the Native kids play with her dog and get snacks when they were hungry.
“Where?” Gene asked, trying to get his bearings.
While he trusted his man, this all looked the same.
He shared.
“Once we climb out of this ravine, the house is one hundred feet that way,” he stated.
Well, that worked for them.
They moved, following Ethan, and when he reached a tree, they saw that he was right.
Lo and behold, they found the house.
Behind it, under a badly torn tarp, there was a cream-colored sedan.
The one that had been used to shoot at Gene yesterday. Someone was keeping the evidence handy for them, and they appreciated that.
“How do you want to do this?” Dannie asked.
Gene already had a plan.
“You’re going to take the front, since we’re in the back. Make sure no one comes out, and if he does, stop him without getting yourself hurt. We know he stabs the ladies, and he took shots at me with a powerful gun.”
He nodded.
“Got it.”
“Quietly,” Ethan stated.
The man rolled his eyes and headed away, slipping to the side of the house so he could crawl to the front.
Ethan and Gene waited for him to get into position by the front of the house, at the corner.
Then, it was their turn.
Moving toward the house, they heard screaming coming from inside. The windows were closed, so that woman had to be really freaking out.
Gene stood up and peeked into a window. Then, he ducked back down.
“He’s got her tied to a table. He’s heating something up. Likely letters to burn into her tongue. So he’s killing her soon.”
That meant he was up to bat.
Crawling up the back stairs, he checked the knob, and it was locked. Pulling out his wallet, he grabbed the paperclips in there and worked them into the lock.
They both heard the very quiet click of the lock opening.
