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He shrugged. “I told her things about Meryl that…that made her side with me. I told her I wanted to help her mother. Lisa died peacefully because of me.”
“No, she died with the knowledge that her husband was an accused killer. I don’t think that qualifies as peaceful.”
“I don’t care what you think, Decker.”
“So everything was great. Until Meryl came back here to prove his innocence.” Decker paused again. “And you went to the Residence Inn and you murdered a dying man.”
“There was no other way.”
“And you set up Susan Richards for the murder and she ends up a supposed suicide apparently from guilt. But you killed her too.”
“These mattershadto be dealt with.”
“And I guess we’re next.”
Egorshin sat back down. “I will tell you this, Decker. There is one way for you to live. And only one. I want Mitzi. I want her to come with me.”
Decker shook his head. “I don’t see how that’s possible. She’s still unconscious in the hospital, surrounded by guards.”
Egorshin pulled out his gun. “Then perhaps you should think very hard on it, unless you want me to shoot one of your friends. Which one? I’ll let you pick.”
When Decker said nothing, he pointed at Mars. “You, stand up.”
“Wait,” said Decker. “I’m the one you want. Take me out.”
“No, Mr. Decker, I’m counting on you to solve my dilemma.” He pointed at Mars. “Stand up. Now. Or I’ll shoot you where you sit.”
Mars glanced over at Decker and shook his head. “Man, this has R43 wide gap seal written all over it. I mean, shit.”
Egorshin barked, “Get up. Now!”
“Okay, but I need some help. Iamtied up.”
Egorshin looked over at two of his men and nodded. The men went over to Mars, bent down, and each grabbed an arm.
As they began to lift Mars up and the bottoms of his shoes touched the floor, he exploded off his feet, headbutting the man on the right, cold-cocking him. Mars whirled and caught the other man right underneath the chin with his shoulder, slamming him into the wall. His head bounced off the hard surface, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell to the floor.
The moment that Mars launched into action, Decker had catapulted to his feet. Even with his feet bound, he squatted down and then leapt forward, slamming into a distracted Egorshin so hard that the FSB man was knocked completely off his feet. He soared backward, hit the sink, flipped over it, and crashed right through the window, the shattered glass ripping at him as he fell out of sight outside.
The remaining man aimed his gun at Decker and was about to pull the trigger when the sound of a shot pierced the room.
The man looked down at his chest and saw the red spot dead center there.
Decker and Mars stared over at Jamison. She had managed to roll forward, swing her legs between her wrists, grab one of the fallen men’s guns, take aim and fire, all within the span of about three seconds.
The last man fell to his knees and then toppled forward.
Jamison searched one of the men, found a clasp knife, and used it to free herself and then Decker and Mars.
Decker snatched up a gun and raced toward the front door, even as he heard a car start up. He got to the front door in time to fire at the taillights of the car being driven by Egorshin. Within a few seconds, though, it was gone.
Jamison grabbed her phone from her pocket. She called Bogart and filled him in on what had just happened.
She clicked off. “He’s sending a team over here. And he’s put out a BOLO.”
Decker was still staring off into the night. “I’m not sure that will be enough.”
Mars gave her a hug. “Damn, Alex, that was some fancy footwork back there. And nice shooting, girl.”
