WYATT HEARD HER COMPLIMENT, WHICH HE TOOK AS ANY thing but. She was goading him. But that was okay. He was going to kill her, tonight, inside Fort Dominion.
Yet there was something else.
Carbonell had come here to announce her intentions.
She was leading him. Pushing him forward.
Toward the fort.
He smiled.
CASSIOPEIA HUSTLED THROUGH A FOREST OF CYPRESS LADEN with dripping moss beards. The cart with Stephanie and Shirley made its way toward a graveled path that cut a swath back toward Hale’s house and the river. Not the main road she’d followed to get here, but a secondary route, most likely being used to avoid whomever had decided to pay the estate a visit on this stormy night.
The cart sloshed its way ahead through the rain, its electric motor whining as it turned left onto a straightaway into the trees. She timed her approach carefully, both hands empty, swiping the soaked foliage aside, shaking her head to keep her eyes clear, building momentum.
She caught sight of the cart to her left, winking in and out beyond the branches, coming her way.
She waited until it was perpendicular to her path, then burst from hiding, her body slamming into the man sitting on the front passenger side.
SEVENTY-THREE
12:20 AM
HALE RECEIVED THE NEWS HE WAS WAITING FOR-reinforcements had arrived outside the prison and were in position. Now they had their attackers in a vise. Similar to when privateers swarmed their prey, circling, the noose ever tightening, each watching out for the other until together they captured the target.
He faced the six crewmen inside the prison. “We strike them hard, flushing them back. Our men are waiting for them.”
The others nodded.
He knew none of their names, but they knew him and that was all that mattered. Earlier, they’d witnessed the vengeance he and the other three captains could mete out, so each one of them seemed eager to please.
But he wasn’t asking them to do anything he wasn’t planning on doing, too.
He’d already decided that he’d had enough of pacification.
Time to personally deliver a blow that his opponents would understand.
“I want only one of them alive,” he made clear.
CASSIOPEIA WATCHED AS THE CART DRIVER WAS FLUNG ONTO the wet roadbed. The man from the passenger side had been driven across the front seat, his hands now clinging to the steering wheel. A right cross sent him reeling out of the cart. She righted herself as the wheels rolled to a stop.
Gun in hand, she took aim behind her.
The two men were recovering, grabbing for their rifles.
She dropped each with a shot to the midsection.
She advanced toward the still forms lying in the road, two hands steadying her aim, and kicked the rifles away.
Neither man moved.
One lay faceup, his lips open, mouth filling with rain. The other was on his side, legs at an odd angle.
She ran back to the cart.
KNOX REENTERED FORT DOMINION, THIS TIME THE PRISONER of Andrea Carbonell.
“How many men do you have here?” he asked her.
“Just these two now. I ordered the others to leave.”
But why should he believe her? Of course, the fewer witnesses to what she was about to do the better, but he had no illusions. Not only was Jonathan Wyatt on her hit list, so was he. She’d made him think they were still allies, that their interests remained aligned-I might even give you a job-but he knew better.
She was also doing something he’d never seen her do before.
Carrying a weapon.
She stopped within the inner bowels of the fort, crumpled buildings and collapsed walls all around them, the stench of birds heavy once again in the chilly air. He recalled the fort’s geography from his first visit and wondered how much Carbonell knew of this place.
Would that knowledge give him a slight advantage?
His two men lay dead about fifty feet above him. They’d carried guns. He had to make a move.
But he’d only get one chance.
Make it count.
MALONE WAS FLYING SOUTH, OUT OF CANADIAN AIRSPACE, BACK to the United States. He was worried about Cassiopeia, wishing she hadn’t gone in there alone. Okay, she was brave, and he knew how she felt about Stephanie. And yes, they were all frustrated and wanted to do something. But going solo? Why not? He’d probably have done the same thing himself, but that didn’t mean he liked it.
The plane’s phone buzzed.
“We have quite a storm here,” Edwin Davis said from North Carolina. “It’s creating a mess. You might have a problem landing.”
“We’ll worry about that in three hours. What’s happening across the river?”
“Gunfire has resumed.”
CASSIOPEIA RIPPED THE TAPE FROM STEPHANIE’S MOUTH, AND the older woman immediately said, “Damn, I’m glad to see you.”
“You look pretty good, too.”
She peeled tape from Shirley Kaiser’s face and asked, “You okay?”
“I’ll live. Get this crap off my hands and feet.”
When both women were free, Stephanie rushed back and retrieved the two rifles. She returned and handed one to Shirley. “Can you use it?”
“You bet your sweet ass I can.”
Cassiopeia smiled and asked them both, “You ready?”
Rain continued to pour.
“We have to make it to the dock,” she told them. “I have a boat there. Edwin is waiting across the river, and there are Secret Service agents on this side in Bath.”
“Lead the way,” Stephanie said.
“I want to kill Hale,” Shirley said.
“Take a number,” Stephanie said to her. “But that’s going to have to wait. Cassiopeia, are you saying that all that gunfire we heard has nothing to do with you?”
“Not a thing. They showed up just as I did.”
“What’s going on?”
“I wish I knew.”
HALE DIRECTED HIS MEN AS THEY FLED THE PRISON THROUGH the concealed rear door and advanced around toward the front, where their attackers waited. Many of the building’s windows had been shot through but the old timbers had withstood the barrage. He was still in radio communication with his men who were flanking the attackers. They were awaiting his order before revealing their presence.
He came to the edge of the building and stayed low.
