Will didn’t say anything. He knew the man would say what was on his mind when he was ready. After all, he’d come all this way and somehow even beaten Will to the hospital to say it.
“Ain’t you got nothing to say?” Victor asked.
“It’s your show,” Will said calmly. “Why don’t you run it and I’ll see if I find any conversation starters.”
“A man of few words,” Victor said. “I like that.” He kept his hands in plain sight. “I liked how you stood up to Special Agent Urlacher and told him off. That was choice. And all he could do was stand there and eat crow.”
“I’m pretty sure you didn’t come here to congratulate me for that.”
“No, I guess you’re right. I didn’t. I was wondering if you’d do a favor for me.”
Will waited, sensing what was coming.
“Do you know if the big Marine that shot my boy believes in God?” Victor asked.
“You want to be careful what you say next,” Will said.
“No foul, cap’n,” Victor said. “Just asking for a little information, that’s all. Sometimes I stand around on street corners and hand out them pamphlets what’s got God’s Word on ’em. I was just asking about that sergeant.”
Will said nothing, but he felt the naked, cold threat that blew in off the man.
“Tell him for me that if he don’t believe in God now, he should start real soon. Things come at you in life and everything changes so fast that sometimes you don’t get the time to do the things you should. Tell him I said he should get to know God because him and God could be on a first-name basis before you know it.”
As he gazed into the dark hate in Victor’s eyes, Will’s stomach lurched a little. It wasn’t because he was afraid, though it was normal to be fearful at a time like this. It was because he knew that Victor couldn’t be scared off his chosen course.
“You just give him that message,” Victor said as he turned and walked away. He threw a hand in the air and a big motorcycle engine rumbled to excited life. Without turning his back to Will, the biker stepped out to the edge of the parking lane. “And you have yourself a nice day, cap’n.”
A motorcycle and sidecar sped into view and stopped behind Will’s rental car. Victor threw a leg over the sidecar and dropped into it. He tossed Will a final salute and rode out of sight.
Will remained where he was and listened intently. He was certain Victor Gant hadn’t put in an appearance by himself. Sure enough, less than a minute later, a handful of other motorcycle engines roared to life all around Will.
Hard-faced men wearing their colors rode slowly up behind the car; then they too roared out onto the street and were gone.
Carefully Will took his suit jacket and used it to cover his forearm and the pistol in his fist. He wasn’t going to take any chances. Moving slowly, he slid out of the rental car and turned his steps toward the hospital. The sooner they could move Shel-even if it was only to get him back to the base hospital-the happier Will was going to be.
1 9
›› Intensive Care Unit
›› Presbyterian Hospital
›› Charlotte, North Carolina
›› 1233 Hours
Maggie stood at the observation window overlooking the private intensive care room Will had arranged. She had her arms crossed and looked worried.
The two Marine guards stationed out in the hallway carried assault rifles and holstered pistols. Their orders were to inspect the sleeve IDs that had the pictures of all personnel allowed to enter the area. As Will approached, they immediately formed a human wall.
Their BDUs were crisp and clean, and they were alert.
When they recognized Will, they stepped back to allow him passage. They stood at attention.
“Afternoon, Commander,” one of them said.
Both saluted.
“At ease,” Will said.
The Marines sat back down in folding chairs that creaked under their weight. Neither of them was a small man. They kept their assault rifles across their knees.
Maggie glanced up at Will and smiled. Some of the fatigue dropped away and she looked a little more hopeful.
“How did it go?” she asked.
“Urlacher’s on board,” Will said.
“Did he have a problem with that?”
“I didn’t give him a lot of choice.”
“No. I suppose you didn’t.”
Will stood beside Maggie and gazed through the window. On the other side of the glass, Shel looked like death warmed over. It hurt Will to see the big Marine looking like that. Shel had always seemed like a force of nature, as unstoppable as the morning sun.
“How’s he doing?” Will asked.
“In and out,” Maggie said. “He lost a lot of blood, and it’s going to take him a while to build his strength back up. But the real danger is past.”
“That’s good.” Will glanced down the hall. “Did you get a chance to talk to the doctor?”
Maggie nodded. “She’s a good woman. She knows her stuff. According to her, the surgery couldn’t have been any better.”
“Good to hear. Did she say anything about when we could move him back to Lejeune?”
Maggie studied his face. “What happened?”
“I ran into Victor Gant out in the parking lot.”
Worry creased Maggie’s face. “I thought the FBI was going to lock him down.”
“They didn’t. Evidently Victor is cutting some kind of deal with them.”
“Must be a pretty big deal.”
Will shrugged. “Not our concern.”
Maggie blew out an angry breath. “No, but Victor Gant is.”
“I know.” Will glanced back into the hospital room. “I’m going to work on that a little.”
“What?”
“I’ll tell you about it if I turn out to be as bright as I think I am. In the meantime, why don’t you give the director a call and ask him to request a few more Marine volunteers to cover security here at the hospital.”
“All right. I could go with you.”
Will shook his head. “Stay with Shel. When he wakes up, when he needs something, I want him to know we’re here.”
“Remy’s here too.”
“I’m going to need Remy with me. I’ve got a few places to go.”
“Where angels fear to tread?”
Will smiled at her. “Those places too.”
›› Mecklenburg County Medical Examiner
›› 618 North College Street
›› Charlotte, North Carolina
›› 1352 Hours
Will parked his Taurus behind the redbrick building that housed the county medical examiner’s office and got out in the heat. The severe lines of the building were only partially blunted by the trees and landscaping.
Remy got out the other side and flared his Tar Heels basketball jersey so it covered the pistol at his hip. Gold chains shone around his neck.
“You want to go over what it is we’re doing here?” Remy asked.
