AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"You may become more cooperative after you've spent hard time in prison for murder."
There was a slight shake of the head. "I'll never stand trial."
"You'll recover."
"No, you're mistaken. There will be no opportunity to question me further. I die having the satisfaction of knowing you will soon follow, Mr. Pitt."
Before Pitt could stop him, the killer raised one hand to his mouth and inserted a capsule between his teeth. "Cyanide, Mr. Pitt. As functional and effective as it was when Hermann Goring took it sixty years ago." Then he bit down on the capsule.
Pitt quickly put his mouth to the killer's ear. He had to get in the last word before Tom Ambrose's slayer drifted into the great beyond. "I pity you, you pathetic slime. We already know about your moronic Fourth Empire." It was a nasty lie, but it gave Pitt wicked satisfaction.
The dark eyes widened, then slowly glazed and stared sightlessly as the killer died.
"Is he dead?" Pat whispered.
"As an Egyptian mummy," Pitt said coldly.
"Good riddance." Giordino shrugged indifferently. "A shame we can't donate his organs to the vultures."
Pat stared at Pitt. "You knew," she said quietly. "No one else noticed, but I saw you remove the ammo from his gun."
"He would have killed all three of us," Marquez muttered. "What put you onto him?"
"An educated guess," answered Pitt. "Nothing more. He struck me as too calculating, too cold. The bogus Dr. Ambrose didn't act like a man whose life was at risk."
The phone in the kitchen rang, and Marquez answered it, listened for a minute, spoke a few words, and hung up. "Sheriff Eagan," he reported. "Two of his deputies were seriously wounded in a gun battle at Pat's bed-and-breakfast. The unidentified armed suspect was mortally wounded and died before he could talk."
Pitt stared pensively at the body of the bogus Dr. Ambrose. "Who said dead men tell no tales?"
"Is it safe to come out?" asked Lisa Marquez in a tone slightly above a whisper, peering fearfully around the kitchen doorway and seeing the body lying on her floor.
Pitt walked over and took her by the hand. "Perfectly safe."
Marquez put a solicitous arm around her. "How are the girls?"
"They slept through most of it."
"The cave-in sealed off the tunnel for good," he said to Lisa slowly. "It looks as if our mining days are over."
"I won't lose any sleep over it," Lisa said, with a growing smile. "You're a wealthy man, Luis Marquez.
It's time we embraced another lifestyle."
"It is also imperative," advised Pitt, as the shriek of the sirens on the sheriff's car and the ambulance could be heard approaching down the road. "Until we know who these people are and what their objective is," he paused to stare angrily down at the killer's body, "you and your family will have to leave Telluride and disappear."
Lisa stared at her husband with a faraway look in her eyes. "That small hotel surrounded by palm trees on the beach at Cabo San Lucas we always wanted to buy. . ."
He nodded. "I guess now is the time."
Pat touched Pitt's arm, and he turned and smiled down at her. "Where am I supposed to hide?" she asked softly. "I can't simply drop my academic career. I've worked too hard to get where I am with the university."
"You life isn't worth two cents if you return to the classroom and your research studies," said Pitt. "Not until we know what we're facing."
"But I'm an ancient language specialist, you're an underwater engineer. Hunting down murderers isn't our job."
"You're right," he agreed. "Government investigative agencies will take over from here. But your expertise will be invaluable in solving the puzzle."
"You don't think this is the end of it?"
