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He went first, opened the door on the copilot’s side and got in, then heaved himself into the pilot’s seat. Brynn climbed in behind him. He reached across her to make sure the door was locked. “Buckle up.”
He put on his headset and started the engine. His hands seemed to do a dozen things at once, moving competently and assuredly. He used only the plane’s taxi light as he steered it to the far end of the runway and turned it around.
“I have clearance,” he said and looked over at Brynn. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
He flipped on the plane’s lights, used the PTT button to light the runway, then gave the plane the throttle.
A pair of headlights flashed on at the far end of the runway. The vehicle came speeding straight toward them. Rye stamped on the plane’s brakes, and, simultaneous to that, his cell phone rang. The vehicle kept coming and didn’t stop until it was twenty yards from the nose of the plane.
Swearing liberally, Rye whipped off his headset and answered his phone. “Rawlins, is that you?”
“Shut her down.”
“Not a fucking chance. Get out of my way.”
“You tampered with evidence and fled the scene of three homicides.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The bloodbath at the mansion.”
“Know nothing about a bloodbath.”
“Lambert called in a 911. Those two deputies who arrested you were the first responders. Three dead. Timmy, Mrs. Hunt, Goliad.”
“Jesus.” He looked across at Brynn, who had overheard and appeared as stunned as he.
“Lambert told them you two were there. They called us. We had a hunch where you had run off to and volunteered to stop you. I repeat. Shut her dow
n.”
“Nobody was dead when we left. That we knew of.”
“Good, you can tell the detectives that.”
“When I get back.”
“You can’t leave.”
“I’m getting Brynn to Tennessee. Tonight. Now.”
“You’re going to play chicken with me on this runway?”
“It’s not a game to me. I’m flying this drug to a dying kid.”
“I get that. But if you go, you’ll be digging yourself into real deep shit.”
“Yeah? Well, I’ve got a propeller at about the level of your thick skull. You decide who’s in deeper shit here. You or me?”
Brynn heard Wilson saying something in the background. Rawlins cursed.
“There’s not time to debate this, guys,” Rye said. “That little girl is lost if we don’t go now. Make yourselves useful. Have a police escort meet us. Brynn will text you the name of the airport.”
“Can’t let you go.”
“Hell you can’t! Say you missed us. I won’t be gone long. Soon as I drop Brynn off, I’ll fly right back. I’ll surrender myself. Undergo interrogation. Spend the night in lockup. Take a lie detector test. But for right now, get the hell out of the way.”
