Harvath stepped over to the bathroom and held the door for Nina. “I’ll try to be as quick as I can. You may want to wait in here.”
He didn’t need to tell her why he wanted her out of the room for a few moments. She knew what his role was the minute he appeared with the gloves and the butcher’s apron.
Once she had stepped into the bathroom, he closed the door, retrieved the game cart he had left in the hallway, and wheeled it in.
“What are you going to do with the bodies?” Nicholas asked.
“If we had time, we’d drive them to a remote corner of the ranch, dig the biggest hole we could, and cap it with a thick layer of cement.”
“And seeing as how we don’t have time?”
“Plan B.”
Nicholas didn’t bother to ask what plan B was. Instead, he stood back and watched as Harvath tucked the corpse into a game bag and cinched it shut. Hefting the body onto the cart, he said, “Get Nina to help you pile whatever gear you’re taking near the front door. As soon as that’s done, scrub the hell out of the floor. Make sure there isn’t a drop of blood left anywhere in here.”
The little man put on a good show, but Harvath could tell that, like Maggie, he was a bit shaken. Nicholas flashed him a thumbs-up, and Harvath disappeared through the door, wheeling the last corpse.
Outside, he hoisted the body into the back of the SUV with the others and returned to the guesthouse. As fast as Nicholas and Nina could stack the Storm cases near the front door, Harvath snatched them up and piled them on the roof. He ran a length of cord through the handles and secured them all to the rack. After giving everything a quick tug to make sure it would remain in place, he took off for the recreation building.
CHAPTER 44
Daylight was still two hours off when the first strains of the Pilatus PC-12 turboprop aircraft began to be heard circling above the ranch.
Harvath flashed the lights of the Denali. Maggie threw the switch and illuminated the landing strip. The pair had already said their good-byes, and Harvath had coached her on how to report the bodies at the trough. She was savvy enough to understand why he didn’t want her watching him loading the plane. It was for her own good.
After the white-and-blue aircraft touched down, it turned around at the end of the runway and taxied back to where the party was standing.
Pulling up alongside their stack of gear, the plane came to a stop and its single turbine engine spun down. After the main door was opened and the air stairs unfolded, a clean-shaven man in his early fifties stepped out.
He had thick brown hair and was wearing a denim shirt, khakis, and a pair of work boots. He studied the group amassed beside the runway, along with their gear and the two enormous white dogs, then gave Harvath a wave.
Harvath waved back and watched as the sinewy pilot descended the stairs.
The man crossed the tarmac and Harvath stuck his hand out. “Thanks for coming, Mike.”
The pilot wrapped him in a bear hug and lifted him off the ground. “You’re damn right I came. I always told you I would. I just didn’t think it’d be in the middle of the night.” Letting go, he stood back in order to take everyone in again. “Good Lord, if this isn’t a great group of passengers.” Looking down at Nicholas he added, “How the heck are you doing? You ready to go flying?”
Mike Strieber was a character. Quick to tell a joke, as well as to find the humor in any kind of situation, his happy-go-lucky personality was infectious.
Born and raised in San Antonio, he had joined the Marines after securing his engineering degree, because he wanted to kick ass
As it turned out, he made an excellent helo pilot and was eventually tasked to Marine Helicopter Squadron One, also known as HMX-1, the squadron responsible for flying the President, Vice President, cabinet members, and other VIPs. It was while Harvath was on the President’s Secret Service detail that he and Strieber had met and become friends.
When Strieber retired from the Marines and HMX-1, he decided to return to his engineering roots. He had an idea for a tactical flashlight that he thought might be pretty good. Once again, he went after his goal with everything he had and created quite a name for himself.
Strieber flashlights, as well as a very creative line of knives he had begun producing, were in such demand with the military, police, and private citizens, that Mike ran his people and his fabricating shop around the clock. With U.S. troops deployed in so many different time zones, he always made sure he had someone checking their website and e-mails 24/7. He was fanatical about customer service. It was just the way he was and his success reaffirmed it. Harvath had had no doubt that the coded message he’d scribbled down for Maggie would get through to him. The words may not have made any sense to her, nor did the latitude and longitude coordinates that looked like serial numbers, but Mike had had no problem figuring it all out.
“So, where are we off to?” Strieber asked. He said it cheerfully, as if Harvath was his biggest client and he was eager to keep him happy.
Harvath waved him over to the Denali and showed him the game bags in the cargo area. “I’m going to need to get rid of these.”
Strieber didn’t need to have the bags unzipped to guess what was inside. “You know when I told you that joke about how a friend will help you move, but a
“I wouldn’t ever want to put you in a bad spot, Mike, but these guys killed a bunch of people tonight and they tried to kill me. They got what was coming to them.”
Strieber knew enough about Harvath’s time with the SEALs, as well as what he had been doing since leaving the White House and the Secret Service, not to ask a lot of questions. “Should I assume this is official business, then?”
Harvath nodded.
“Okay,” Strieber replied. “After we dispose of your dirty laundry, what else do you need from me?”
Harvath gestured to Nicholas, Nina, and the dogs and said, “I’m hoping you can put them up for a little bit. Someplace safe.”
“I think we can do that. What about you?”
“I’ll fill you in after we take off.”
The answers were good enough for Mike. Sizing up the passengers, their gear, and everything Harvath had in the Denali, Strieber began making calculations about weight distribution and takeoff.
Harvath suggested that Nina and Nicholas climb aboard with the dogs, and then he and Mike got to work.
Twenty minutes later, the plane was loaded. Once Strieber had completed his preflight check, he gave him the thumbs-up. Harvath climbed into the plane behind him, retracted the air stairs, and secured the cabin door. He made sure Nicholas, Nina, and the dogs were all set before walking forward into the cockpit and taking the copilot’s seat.
As he slipped on his headset, Strieber asked, “Are we all ready?”
“We’re ready,” Harvath replied.
Minutes later, they were at the far end of the runway and Mike was feeding power to the aircraft’s enormous engine. It felt like sitting astride a thoroughbred in the starting gate. The muscular plane was vibrating and seemed to be itching to take off.
“Here we go,” he said as he released the brakes, and the aircraft began racing down the runway.
Harvath watched the gauges as the speed rapidly increased. Finally, Strieber pulled back on the yoke and the sleek bird lifted off.
