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A lick of a lighter immediately brought me back from the questions in my head, and I heard the faint sound of a cigarette lighting and someone blowing out smoke. I cocked my head to one side, trying to hear for anything else, and a muffled cough soon followed.
Would he be that stupid?
I doubted it, which could only mean that he wasn’t alone. I don’t know why that took me a little by surprise, although I knew that at least Heath should be here, if not others. But, for the entire drive here, I had convinced myself that Garth was the kind of guy who was a little too proud to let one of his men take me down. A part of me truly believed that he would try and do it on his own. As if he had to prove how efficient he was. It was an instinctive feeling, something that had never let me down before, and I was a little taken aback that I had been wrong about this.
This doesn’t feel right, I thought to myself. My mind was throwing up flags left and right, and I turned and looked behind me again, frowning at the other houses that lined the street. Some of them had their lights on while others looked completely abandoned. Maybe I was being drawn to the wrong place. Maybe Jenni wasn’t here after all. Garth had an entire compound at his disposal, with more than enough places he could have hidden her in. This felt a little too convenient.
Only one way to find out.
I stood up slowly and adjusted my hold on the rifle, taking a deep breath before I burst out from my cover and aimed.
It wasn’t Garth after all, and I stared at the surprised look on Jack’s face, arm still in a sling. He dropped the cigarette from his good hand and reached for his gun. I raised the rifle and aimed it at his head.
“Don’t,” I said.
Jack was apparently as stupid as he looked, because he went for his gun anyway. I lowered he rifle, aimed at his leg, and fired. His leg shot out from under him, his kneecap exploding in a shower of blood as he screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. I rushed to his side and kicked his gun away, pressing the muzzle of my rifle against his head.
“Where is she?”
Jack cried out in pain and slapped his hand against the ground several times.
“Where the fuck is she?”
I heard the gunshot before the window burst, and quickly dropped to my knees. I was suddenly back in Miami, the bullet whizzing past my head and lodging in the tree behind me, showering me in barks of wood. I raised my rifle and fired into the open window, cursing when I realized that I could be shooting at Jenni. The curtains flapped in the wind, and another gunshot tore through the fabric and whizzed over my head.
I heard footsteps race deeper into the house. Jack was trying to push himself up, and I brought the rifle down hard against the back of his head, knocking him out. I grabbed his gun, made sure the safety was on, then lodged it into my belt. I waited, listened, and when I was sure no one was going to shoot at me again, I raced forward and kicked in the back door.
The sudden bright light blinded me, and I whirled back out, hiding behind the protection of the doorframe. I half expected gunshots to follow me, but whoever was still inside had decided to abandon his post and find another vantage point somewhere else. I lifted the rifle up and stepped inside the house, glass crunching under my feet as I moved.
The house was barren, devoid of all life except for a few tables here and there where drills and saws had been left behind. Planks of wood lined the hallway, and a barrel had been pushed up against the front door.
He really expected you to come in through there.
Garth might have been out of his mind, but it was apparent that he was nothing more than a power-hungry amateur who had no idea that he was in over his head.
Careful. Those are usually the dangerous ones.
The unpredictable ones. The ones that would go as far as kidnap a woman to lure a DEA agent into a trap and try to kill him.
I made way deeper into the house, careful as I passed every door, making sure no one was waiting for me inside. I approached the staircase carefully, keeping my aim high, ready to fire at anything that moved. If Jenni was here, then there was only one place she could be. Which meant Garth was up there, too.
“You know, Alex, I would have expected you to be a lot more cordial,” Garth called from the second floor. I crouched down immediately. “I mean, there’s so much that could get done if people would just amicably work together.”
“Those are two big words right after each other, Garth,” I called back. “Careful, you might give yourself an aneurysm.”
Garth laughed, and a gunshot followed that struck the wall ahead of me and showered the staircase with plaster. The point of impact was too far away from me to be of any effect. Garth was just showing me where my limit would be.
“I never told Heath to hurt your old man, you gotta believe me,” Garth said.
“I believe you,” I said. “So how about you let Jenni go and we can sort this out another time.”
“Oh, come on, Alex,” Garth laughed. “You’re a smart guy. I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that she isn’t here.”
Fuck! Always listen to your instincts.
“Where is she, Garth?”
“Across the street,” he called down. “Heath is with her. I to
