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“Ingram, you have five minutes to surrender, or they all die,” Anton adds.
“Don’t do it!” Kate says. “You can’t let him win!”
“It’s not going to happen,” I tell Anton. “You may as well kill them now if you’re going to. You’re not weaseling your way out of this.”
Jamison races to Colette, hugging her tightly. Tears already stream from his eyes.
“Please, Ingram!” he cries. “We can figure this out!”
Colette sobs.
I look at Kate. There’s no mercy in her scowl. When she sees me staring at her, she shakes her head.
“Ingram, you’re a traitorous piece of shit!” says Merwin Locke. “I’ll see you in fucking hell!”
He charges, racing toward Anton faster than a man his age should. Before I can react, Locke lands on top of Anton, crushing him into the sand.
“When I die, you die, fuckface,” Locke growls.
In his position, I would do the exact same thing — but I can’t let him.
“None of this would have happened if you’d listened to me about Anton!” I shout, pulling Locke away and pushing him back. “I warned you not to trust him!”
Anton laughs.
“He sure did. You should’ve listened.”
Standing firm, I block Locke from lunging at Anton again.
“I’m sorry, Merwin,” I say. “Walk away, or I’ll shoot you now.”
Locke sneers, then turns and heads for the sea. He doesn’t stop, walking into the water.
“Anton, I have billions hidden in accounts around the world!” yells Roderick Picot. “It’s yours if you call this off! I’ll make the transfers, I swear!”
“A dead man can’t spend much money,” Anton replies, shrugging. “Get Ingram to surrender! That’s the only way to save yourselves.”
“Fuck,” mutters Picot. He takes a metal flask from his pocket, pops the top and drinks deeply, angling the container straight up in the air.
Lewis Croft pulls a cigar from his pocket and unwraps it.
“Anyone have a light?” he asks.
I nod at one of my soldiers, who goes and sparks up the cigar. Once Lewis has it smoking, he takes a puff.
“Thanks, Ingram,” he says. “Gentlemen, it’s been an honor.”
Kicking off his shoes, he digs his toes into the sand and walks down the beach.
Umberto Diaz runs. He says nothing, he just races away, as if a few hundred yards could stop what’s coming.
Sighing, Evo Griekin takes off his tie, then his shirt and shoes. Staring at Anton, he strips down completely, then walks down the beach and dives into the water.
“Anton, don’t do this!” Jamison begs.
Colette shakes in his arms, her head buried against his chest.
“Please, Anton!” she moans. “I have nothing without him! Don’t take him from me! We’ve done everything you’ve asked!”
