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“Do you trust me?” he whispered.
Her eyes probed his. She nodded.
“Then do it. Pull the trigger.”
She hesitated for the length of one heartbeat, then jerked her finger against the trigger.
The rifle clicked but didn’t fire.
In the instant of Hank’s bafflement, Trapper lunged toward Kerra and pushed her aside, then charged Hank. Hank swung the rifle like a club. The steel barrel caught Trapper on the side of his head, but he kept going, ramming into Hank’s center and pushing him backward for several yards like a tackling dummy, before finally landing him on the floor.
Hank tried to scramble backward, but Trapper grabbed him by his shirt and jerked him upright.
“This is for whatever you did to Glenn.” Trapper drew back his fist and hit him as hard as he could in the center of his face. Bones cracked, blood spurted, Hank screamed. His head flopped forward.
Trapper grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up. “This is for The Major.” He hit him again, harder, dislocating his jaw but maintaining a fistful of his hair. “You hypocritical cocksucker, I should kill you for what you did to Tiffany Wilcox, but I’d rather watch you rot for the rest of your miserable life.” He drove his fist into Hank’s gut, but by then Jenks was restraining him. He wrestled him up and away from Hank.
Trapper flung him off. “I’m done, I’m done.” Woozy from the blow to his head, he swayed as he stood up and turned to Jenks. “You son of a bitch. You’re FBI, right?”
“North Texas field office.” He proffered his FBI ID.
“Would have been nice of you to clue me.”
“Nice, maybe, but against orders.”
“I nearly shot you that day.”
Agent Jenks gave a wry grin. “No need to remind me. When did you guess?”
“About a minute ago. I couldn’t figure why you were just standing there, taking it all in, instead of making quick work of me with that,” he said, indicating the revolver Jenks still had in hand. “I hoped to God my hunch was right. You got backup coming?”
“On the way.”
Trapper kicked Hank in the knee. “Read him his rights.”
“Trapper!”
He turned toward Kerra’s startled voice.
Chapter 37
She had reclined The Major’s chair and was leaning over him. Trapper was still unsteady on his feet, but he made it to the recliner and knelt beside it.
From the opposite side of it, Kerra looked at him bleakly and drew his attention to The Major’s lap. His torso was distended on his left side, indicating internal bleeding.
The Major said, “I sprung a leak. The surgeon warned me it was too early to leave, warned that my lung could collapse again. But Glenn—”
“Just be still,” Trapper said. “Help will be here in no time. We’ll get you back to the hospital. That doctor’s good. He’ll patch you up again.”
Trapper was vaguely aware that uniformed men had arrived and were clumping around the living room. Jenks must’ve had them awaiting his signal to move in. He appeared in Trapper’s peripheral vision.
“Major?” Jenks placed his hand on The Major’s shoulder. “My fault you were shot. I didn’t have time to warn you, so I hit you in the head just to get you down. Petey wasn’t supposed to—”
“We’ll sort it all out later,” Trapper said. “Is an ambulance on the way?”
Jenks nodded, but his attention was still on The Major. “Your friend Glenn Addison is in custody. I called him out to The Pit like Hank said, but for his own safety. I turned him over to arresting agents who were waiting there for us. Same as I did with Petey Moss. Sheriff Addison is fine. Cooperating fully. He specifically asked me to tell you that he loves you. Nothing ever changed that.”
The Major asked, “Does he know about Hank?”
