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Bunting started breathing fast and closed his eyes. “I don’t want to kill Avery.”
“That’s progress. You’ve gone from ‘I’m not going to kill Avery’ to ‘I don’t want to kill Avery.’ ” Harkes thumbed the hammer back on the Magnum. “One pull and most of your impressive gray matter will be on the back wall over there. Is that what you want?” He brushed the steel against Bunting’s cheek. “Think about it. You’re rich. Beautiful homes, your own jet. A sexy little wife who thinks you’re hot shit. Three kids who’ll grow up and make you proud. You’ve got a lot to live for. Avery, on the other hand, is a completely replaceable nerd. A loser. A nothing.”
“If I push the button you’ll just kill me too.”
Harkes said, “Fair enough.” He holstered his gun, took an envelope out of his pocket and took out four photos, lining them up on the table. “Change of tactics.” He indicated the photos. “Tell me where you want me to start.”
Bunting looked down at the photos and his heart skipped a beat.
His wife and three children were all lined up in a neat little row.
When Bunting said not
hing Harkes added, “I’ll give you a choice. We kill her, the kids get to live.”
Bunting’s grabbed the photos and held them against his chest, as though that simple action would protect them. “You will not hurt my family!”
“We either kill the lady or all three kids. It’s up to you. As a suggestion, if we nail the kids you and the missus can always adopt.”
“You bastard. You heartless, sick bastard!”
“If I don’t get an answer in five seconds, they’ll be dead in five minutes. All of them. We know the kids are sleeping over at your sister-in-law’s in Jersey. We have people there to do the termination right now. And please don’t think we won’t.”
Bunting picked up the remote and pushed the red button. He wouldn’t look in the direction of Avery. He couldn’t. He held the button down, closed his eyes.
Three minutes passed in silence.
“You can look now.”
“No.”
“I said look.” The slap across his face made Bunting’s eyes pop open. An iron grip around the base of his neck made him look at the mirrored wall. What he saw stunned him.
Avery was still there, alive. As Bunting continued to watch, men came in and unstrapped the lines from Avery and then freed the restraints on the gurney. He sat up, rubbed his wrists, and looked around in both bewilderment and relief.
Bunting tilted his head upward to look at Harkes, who relaxed his grip.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Get out,” said Harkes. As Bunting slowly rose Harkes ripped the pictures out of his grasp. “But keep in mind that anytime I want they’re dead. So if you’re thinking about talking to King again, or maybe the FBI, I would think real hard before you do.”
‘So this is a warning?” Bunting said shakily.
“It’s more than a warning. It’s inevitable.”
Ten minutes later Bunting was in a car heading back to his house. His face hurt, his heart ached, tears soaked the collar of his shirt. He made six calls, all to people high up in the government. These numbers were for his use only, so there would be no doubt as to who was calling. They were monitored 24/7. Bunting rarely called them, but when he did they were always answered.
Six calls. And not one of them picked up.
CHAPTER
60
SEAN AND MICHELLE FINALLY REACHED Portsmouth, where they stopped at a pancake house and ate a quick breakfast, paying in cash. Then, exhausted, they slept in the truck in the parking lot for one hour. When Michelle’s cell phone alarm went off they awoke and looked groggily at each other.
Sean checked his watch. “Six more hours to go. Be there by lunchtime.”
Michelle said, “After this is over I am never, ever, driving to Maine again.”
