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The hoods and mouth tape were finally removed and they all looked around, their eyes adjusting to the new light levels. They had left Montreal in the late afternoon and now dusk was giving over to dark. An entire day had passed and then some, Shaw calculated. His grumbling stomach confirmed this.
They were driven in a truck on a route away from the ocean.
“Any idea where we are?” Reggie whispered to Shaw.
“Shut up!” said the man riding next to the driver.
Ten minutes later lights came into view.
The house was built from sturdy logs with a covered front porch and a
cedar shake roof. Trucks were parked out front. Several hundred meters away Shaw saw another building that was dark. In the distance he could see the shadows of mountains. The extreme northern extension of the Appalachians, he figured. He had been to this area a couple of times in the past, as part of his work. It was foreboding, desolate, and there was no possibility of a handy policeman lurking on a street corner. The law was whatever someone with a gun or at least the upper hand said it was.
The truck stopped. They were offloaded and marched into the house, still shackled and cuffed. The first man they saw was Pascal; his grin threatened to split his face in half. The second man was Alan Rice. The third face was why they were all here.
Fedir Kuchin walked into the room. He was dressed casually in jeans and a corduroy shirt with thick work boots on his feet. He was not smiling in triumph, nor did he look angry. His features were inscrutable. This made Shaw more uneasy than if the man had started attacking him. It showed self-control, careful preparation. But for what?
The next person he saw made him forget about Fedir Kuchin.
A battered-looking Katie James smiled weakly at him.
CHAPTER
93
NO MATTER what else happens, thought Shaw as he looked at Katie, I will kill him before this is over.
“Are you all right, Katie?” he asked, as she started to move toward him, before Pascal blocked her way.
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? I’m the only reason you’re involved in this—”
The explosion was so unexpected that Rice ducked and even Pascal jumped.
A bullet passed by so close to Shaw’s ear that it seemed a miracle he still had it. Kuchin lowered the weapon, his gaze first on Reggie and then Shaw.
“Thank you for your attention,” Kuchin said. “The matter is a simple one.” He pointed the gun at Katie. “She was the bait I used to bring you here. Now you are here.” He ran his gaze over Whit and Dominic. “All four of you, including the Irishman who was so anxious to put me in a box of bones.”
“Still looking forward to it,” said Whit, managing a grin.
Kuchin turned to Reggie and placed his gun against her head. “And the lovely one. The one who made me so careless, so eager to please. You made me two things I believed I was not, old and a fool.”
“Pleasure,” said Reggie, staring right back at him, the cold touch of the gun metal not seeming to faze her at all.
Kuchin next placed the muzzle against her forehead, even as Shaw tensed for a leap. But Kuchin removed the weapon just as abruptly. “Not that easy,” he said. “You made me experience your little ritual. I intend to have an equal opportunity.”
Kuchin turned his attention to Dominic. “And the lucky one. The man who survived a point-blank shot to the forehead with a large-caliber semiautomatic pistol because my faithful colleague Pascal handed me an unloaded weapon.”
Kuchin raised his gun, placed it against Dominic’s forehead as he had done with Reggie. Only this time he pulled the trigger. The back of the young man’s head exploded outward as blood, tissue, and bone were propelled in front of the release of kinetic energy.
“Dominic!” screamed Reggie as he toppled backwards to the hardwood floor, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted.
Whit struggled mightily to reach Kuchin, but chained as he was all he did was fall awkwardly over. Kuchin put a foot on his head and pinned him to the spot as he would have done to a bug.
Shaw simply stood there. His gaze flicked to dead Dominic then to Reggie, whose face was wet with tears, and finally came to rest on Katie.
I’m sorry, he mouthed to her.
