Page 156 of Hellbent

“Shit,” Pellegrini said. “Did he see us?”

“I don’t know,” Lyle said. “I don’t think so.”

“Tell Van Sciver.”

Lyle texted: MIGHT HAVE BEEN MADE. UNSURE.

Van Sciver’s reply: PROCEED. BE CAUTIOUS.

The Nissan kept driving, neither quicker nor slower. They stayed on its tail.

“Holy shit,” Lyle said. “We’re gonna be the ones. We’re gonna be the ones.”

“Calm down,” Pellegrini said.

Up ahead the Nissan pulled into a six-story parking structure.

Lyle texted Van Sciver: ENTERED PARKING GARAGE.

The reply: BIRDS ARE UP. WE’LL PICK HIM UP WHEN HE EXITS. FLUSH HIM OUT BUT DO NOT PURSUE.

Lyle brought up the GPS screen, watched the dot rise and rise. “He’s heading to an upper floor.”

Pellegrini turned into the parking structure. As he slowed to snatch a ticket from the dispenser, Lyle pointed ahead. The black car, now empty, was parked next to the handicapped spots by the elevators.

The truck pulled through, and Lyle hopped out and circled the car, confirming it was empty. As he ran back to the truck, he was already keying in his next text to Van Sciver: CAR EMPTY, PARKED BY ELEVATORS ON GROUND FLOOR.

The last reception bar flickered, but the text sent just before the Samsung lost service. Lyle climbed into the truck. “Go, go, go. He went upstairs.”

Pellegrini said, “Why?”

“If he’s switching cars on another level, we have to get there to ID the new vehicle for the satellites. We’ve only got a few minutes before we lose GPS.”

A circular ramp looped around a hollow core at the center of the parking structure. Pellegrini accelerated into the turn, centrifugal force shoving Lyle against the door as they rode up the spiral to the second level.

He watched the dot. It was way above them on six.

Pellegrini made a noise, and Lyle glanced up from the screen.

A black rope was now dangling down the center column of the parking structure.

Lyle’s brain couldn’t process the rope’s sudden appearance. He looked back at the screen. The dot was no longer way above them. It was on the fifth level. Now the fourth.

Pellegrini was slowing the truck, reaching for his handgun.

Lyle looked back at the thick nylon cord dangling ten feet away from them.

A rappelling rope.

As they curved around onto the third floor, Orphan X zippered down the rope, a pistol steady in his gloved hand.

The driver’s window blew out as he shot Pellegrini through the temple.

Even after the spatter hit Lyle, he hadn’t caught up to what was happening. Orphan X rappelled down as the unmanned truck banged up the ramp to the third level, their fall and rise coordinated like the two sides of a pulley.

There was a suspended moment as the two men drew eye level, Lyle catching a perfect view of X’s face over the top of the aligned sights.

He saw the muzzle flare and nothing else.