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Instead of a huge police presence, Rye had been met by a terrifying tableau that had almost caused his own heart to burst. He and God hadn’t been on speaking terms for a long time, and Brady White’s death had all but severed the fragile connection. Nevertheless, Rye found himself praying that Brynn would somehow get through this unharmed.
It was a lot to pray for, considering that Timmy was the threat. He overcompensated for his meager physicality with meanness and spontaneity. He had remembered Rye’s Glock and had made him produce it and drop it into the street drain, discreetly, so not to draw the notice of the crowd of gawkers in the Griffins’ yard.
There had been an instant, when the pistol was in his hand, that Rye had considered aiming it at the center of Timmy’s forehead and pulling the trigger, but he wasn’t sure he could do that before Timmy poked Brynn. With reluctance, he’d dropped the handgun through the grate.
Now they were all in Lambert’s car, en route to the airport, where Jake’s plane awaited. Lambert was driving, Rye was in the front passenger seat, Timmy and his knives were in the back seat with Brynn.
“How long is the flight?” Lambert asked.
“Around an hour. Depending.”
“On what?”
“Weather. Air traffic around Hartsfield. Atlanta control may keep us in a holding pattern for—”
Nate interrupted. “We can use the Hunts’ airstrip.”
“Private airstrip?”
“It’s in a pasture behind their house,” Timmy offered. “Goliad showed me.”
“How long is it?”
“How should I know? Long.”
“Well, depending on the type of aircraft, the length of the runway is rather important to making a safe landing.”
Timmy laughed. “You know all about how wrong that can go, don’t you?”
Rye wondered if it was just his imagination, or if Timmy’s laugh had sounded forced, uneasy.
Nate said, “The runway accommodates their private jet.”
“Then we’ll be okay,” Rye said.
“But if you don’t even know where the runway is, how will you know where to fly?” Timmy asked.
“GPS. All I need to program it is the airstrip’s identifier.”
“I’ll call Richard and Delores from the airport,” Nate said. “They’ll give you whatever you need. They’ll probably roll out a red carpet for us when we get there.”
He smiled across at Rye as though all was right with the world again. Rye could barely restrain himself from decking him.
He looked out the passenger window into the side mirror and angled his head so he could see Brynn through the back seat window. She was staring out at the waterlogged landscape, looking deep in thought. He and she hadn’t had an opportunity to exchange a single word privately.
He wanted to tell her he was sorry for letting her go to the Griffins’ alone. No, for forcing her to go alone. If he’d been with her, she wouldn’t be in danger for her life, and Violet might even now be getting the infusion.
He had a lot to make retribution for. That seemed to be the pattern of his life these days.
When they reached the airfield, Jake’s plane was the only one on the tarmac. “That’s the plane?” Timmy said.
“That’s it.”
“It looks old.”
“It is. Has a new engine, though.”
“What happened to the old one?”
