Anston caught Brandon’s eye and nodded.
“That’s fine with me,” Brandon said.
“And don’t try anything. I’ve hidden two other copies of this thing.”
“And we get all three once you have your money?” Anston asked.
“I won’t need them anymore.”
Anston’s cell phone rang. He pulled it from his coat pocket and glanced at its face. “It’s my office. My secretary is working late.” He connected, then listened and said. “Sure, I’ll be right there. And check to make sure your assistant is standing by to do the thing we talked about.”
T his has gone far enough,” Gage said. “Let’s get her when they come out of the restaurant.”
“She’s out of her mind,” Viz said. “What was she thinking?”
Viz crawled past Gage, then into the cab and climbed down from the van. Gage slid to the rear and watched him cross the street. Viz walked down the block, then positioned himself against the brick wall ten feet west of the Tadich Grill entrance, on the route toward Anston’s office three blocks away.
Gage heard shuffling as Socorro, Brandon, and Anston rose from the table.
M y car is just outside,” Anston pointed at the crowd gathered in front of the reception station, blocking the entrance. “We’ll have to go out another way.”
G age heard “excuse mes” and “sorrys” as they worked their way through the restaurant. Then a cacophony of sizzles, dishes clacking, and pots rattling.
Gage hit redial. “Joe, they’re going out the back through the kitchen.”
He then punched in Viz’s number. “They’re coming out on the Halleck Street side.”
Viz sprinted west to circle the block as Gage pushed his way through the curtain into the cab and started the engine.
T he passenger doors of the silver Lexus SUV were already open in the alleylike street behind Tadich Grill.
“I didn’t know you had a driver,” Brandon said.
Anston ignored the comment. “You sit up front. Socorro and I’ll take the back.”
The driver’s face made Socorro uneasy, somehow familiar, and somehow frightening. She decided it was just nervousness, then climbed in.
The driver turned toward the back. “Everybody got their seat belts on?”
The Texas accent. That’s it, Socorro thought, he looks like that country singer.
Boots started the engine and began rolling toward the intersection. He jammed down the accelerator when he spotted a huge man at the end of the block trying to see inside the SUV.
“Stop,” Socorro yelled.
Boots reached into the console, pulled out a. 38 revolver, and then passed it back to Anston, who pointed it at Socorro. “Shut up.”
Brandon swung around in his seat as Boots charged down the alley.
“What are you doing?” Brandon’s voice rose to a desperate squeak. “Let her go. My God, Anston, I’m a federal judge.”
Anston didn’t take his eyes off Socorro. “Not another word, Brandon. Not another word.”
Then Socorro’s voice: “Take your hands off me. Take your hands off me…”
V iz held his ground as Boots bore down, then dived and rolled when the SUV hit the intersection, turning and skidding until it was pointed south. It blew past Gage stuck at the cross street, trapped behind cars and by oncoming traffic.
Gage called Casey’s cell phone.
“They didn’t come out my way,” Casey said.
“They went south. Boots Marnin was driving.”
“You want me to call Spike?”
“Hold on.” Gage conferenced in Viz. “You get a plate?”
“No. But I’m almost sure it’s the same SUV I saw after the burglary at Socorro’s.”
Gage’s phone signaled an incoming call. He switched to it. It was his office, where Tansy, Alex Z, and Shakir were standing by.
“A man just called,” Tansy said, her voice wavering. “He told me to tell you that you can have Socorro back tomorrow night. If you call the police, he’ll kill her. What’s going-”
“I’ll call you back.”
Gage reconnected to Viz and Casey and passed on the message.
“It’s my fault,” Viz said. “I shouldn’t have-”
“No, it isn’t,” Gage said. “Any one of us could’ve closed this thing down.”
Gage punched in Faith’s cell phone number. “Where are you?”
“At home. Is everything okay?”
“Things have gone sour. They’ve got Socorro.”
“Is she-”
“She’s all right for now. I need you to-”
“Hold on, there’s a knock-”
“Don’t answer it. Get out the back way. Take the trail down to Tully’s place, but stay connected to me.”
Gage put her on hold and called Casey.
“Contact the Oakland police, tell them there’s armed burglary in progress at my house.”
He reconnected to Faith. He heard her feet thudding on the narrow path, then caught his breath at the sound of crashing branches, fearing it was the crook catching up.
“Faith?”
He heard a distant explosion of wood and glass. He knew it had to be the crook kicking out the back door.
“Graham? I’m okay,” Faith’s breathing was heavy. “I slipped.”
More footfalls on the dirt and then on wood, pounding on a door, and finally Tully, the ex-cop, asking Faith, “Are you okay?”
A quick, gasping explanation, “Burglar… broke in… chasing me.”
Tully’s voice came on the phone, “What’s going on?” he asked Gage.
“There’s too much explain.”
“Shit, what was that?”
“What?”
“Sounds like he’s found the trail and is on his way down. I’ll handle him.”
Gage heard a rustle had he handed the phone back to Faith, then the pump action of Tully’s shotgun ripped the silence.
F ive minutes later, Gage walked toward Casey and Viz in an underground garage near the restaurant. They looked at him, arms spread in expectation.
“She made it,” Gage said. “My neighbor scared the guy off, but OPD got there too late to catch him.”
“That means they were planning to kidnap Faith just to make sure you kept your mouth shut.” Casey shook his head. “If we hadn’t spotted them grabbing Socorro, they would’ve gotten her.”
Gage took in a breath, then exhaled. It was the sort of trade none of them wanted to dwell on.
“Where do we stand?” Gage asked.
“Nowhere,” Casey said.
The obvious hung in the air, unsaid. Anston needed all the copies of the DVD, whatever was on it, and Boots possessed the techniques to find out where Socorro had hidden them-he’d proved it with Hawkins.
Gage leaned back against the van.
“What are they going to do?” He tried to visualize the moves. “Anston doesn’t know we have Brandon and just wants to get through tomorrow. He’s a survivor. He’ll take one problem at a time.”
Gage pointed at Casey and said, “I’ll take your truck.” Then at Viz. “You better ride in the back of the van. If Anston sees you
…”
“Then my sister’s dead.” Viz shook his head. “Damn. I screwed up.”
