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He started from Astrid’s house, which was already beginning to smoke. He worked his way methodically, a hunter, looking for any movement. Each time he spotted someone walking or running or biking, he would take a look at them through the rifle scope, line them up in the crosshairs.
He felt like God. All he had to do was squeeze the trigger.
But none of the moving shapes far below was Astrid. There was no way to miss that blond hair. No. No Astrid.
Then, just as he was giving up, he spotted a flurry of activity down at the marina. He swiveled the scope, and suddenly Sam Temple was clear in the bright circle. For a moment the sights were on his chest. But then he was gone. He had jumped onto a boat.
Impossible. Caine had Sam up at the school. How had he gotten away?
Edilio and Quinn were on the boat too, pulling away. Drake could see the water churning from the motor.
Quinn. That’s how Sam had gotten away. It had to be.
Drake would have to have a nice talk with Quinn.
On the dock he could make out Orc waving a bat, yelling, unable to do anything. The boat gathered speed and arced north, leaving a long white wake drawn like an arrow on the water.
There was no question Sam would try to find Astrid. And he was heading north.
The power plant. Had to be.
Drake cursed and, again, for just a moment, felt the almost desperate fear of failing Caine. He wasn’t worried what Caine would do to him—after all, Caine needed him—but he knew if he failed to carry out Caine’s orders, Diana would laugh.
Drake put down the rifle. How could he reach the power plant ahead of Sam?
There was no way. Even if he took a boat he would be playing catch-up. A car? Maybe. But he didn’t know the way, and the trip by boat would be more direct. It
would take him a while to get down to the marina and…but, wait. Wait a minute.
The motorboat was pulling a U-turn.
“Aren’t you clever, Sam?” Drake whispered. “But not clever enough.”
Through the scope he could just make out Sam’s face as he stood at the wheel, wind in his face, having escaped from Caine, having outwitted Orc, and now all cocky and sure of himself as he sped south.
There was no way to take a shot from this distance. Drake knew that.
He traversed the gun sight south and stopped at the barrier. Sam wouldn’t have far to go in that direction.
The beach at the bottom of the cliffs? If she was down there, Drake could never reach her before Sam got there in the motorboat. If she was down there, the game was over.
But if not…if she was, say, in the hotel, Clifftop? Then, he had a chance if he moved fast.
How great would it be to shoot her right where Sam Temple could watch?
TWENTY-FOUR
127 HOURS, 45 MINUTES
ASTRID ALMOST MISSED spotting the boat. She had gone to the window only to draw the shades. But out of the corner of her eye she saw the motorboat out there, the only thing on the water.
For a brief moment she’d wondered if it was adults, someone coming to rescue them from the FAYZ. But no, if rescue was coming from outside the FAYZ, it wouldn’t be a single open boat.
And, anyway, Astrid was convinced, no one was coming. Not now. Probably not ever.
She squinted but could not tell who was on the boat. If only she had binoculars. It seemed like it might be three people. Maybe four. She couldn’t tell. But the boat was speeding closer.
She knelt to see what was still available in the minibar refrigerator. During their last stay, she and Sam and Quinn had almost cleaned it out. All that was left to eat were some cashews.
