the barrel. “That’s a damn shame-ruined a perfectly good Hi-Standard Flite King twelve-guage.”
“We through with the small talk now? Got to get the deputy out of here,” DeJuan said.
Celeste said, “What if he told the station where he was going?”
“What if he did?” Teddy said.
“They don’t hear from him,” Celeste said, “they send reinforcements out here to have a look.”
“I think we’ll be gone by then,” Teddy said.
“What if we’re not?”
TWENTY — SEVEN
Kate heard the first shotgun blast and then another one, followed by two pistol shots and she knew somebody was probably dead and hoped it wasn’t Bill Wink.
If she had any doubts about what Luke had said earlier, she didn’t now. If these lunatics had no qualms about killing a police officer, they weren’t going to debate too long about Luke and her.
They were locked in the storage room. It measured twelve feet by fifteen feet, with a high ceiling that had exposed log beams like the rest of the lodge. There was a window up in the peak behind the rafters, letting in afternoon sunlight.
One side of the room had shelves stocked with canned goods and kitchen supplies. The other side had hooks in the wall where coats and jackets hung. Under the hooks were shelves for shoes and boots.
She stared at Owen’s bloodstained camo jacket hanging there and his hunting boots that were covered with dry brittle mud. Some of it had come off and looked like gray dust on the wood shelf. She pictured Owen that last morning, Owen with his low-key manner, surprised by her fearful intuition. Yeah, she’d thought something was going to happen but had no idea what. She thought about how his death set into motion a whole series of events that led to their current situation. There was no way anyone could’ve predicted it-it was too bizarre.
Owen’s compound bow was in its case, hanging from a strap behind the camo jacket. Teddy’d either missed it or hadn’t considered it a threat when he checked the room and locked them in. He’d gone through Owen’s field pack and found his buck knife. He took it out of the sheath and held up the eight-inch blade.
He said, “Will you lookit this pigsticker? Bet you could gut a whitetail, huh?” He grinned at Kate. “Or anything else you please.”
He slid the knife back in the sheath and glanced at Luke. “Hey, what’d it feel like to kill your old man?”
Luke stared at him, gave him a hard look, but didn’t say anything.
Teddy said, “Do it on purpose, did you? Tired of him messing with you?”
She saw Luke’s body tense, knowing Teddy’s cheap shot had hit a nerve.
“You want to take a swing at me, don’t you?” Teddy said, still grinning. “Have at it, you got the guts.”
Luke took a step toward Teddy and Kate wrapped her arms around him, holding him back from doing anything stupid.
Teddy said, “Well, okay, I’ll check back with you later.”
He walked out of the room and closed the door and she heard the key rattle against metal as he locked it.
Kate let go of Luke and said, “Don’t listen to that lunatic. He wants you to give him a reason to hurt you.” She went over and lifted the bow case off the hook and put it on the floor and opened it, staring at Owen’s Browning Mirage with its built-in quiver of razor-tipped arrows.
Luke said, “What’re you doing?”
Kate said, “Giving us a chance. You were right, they’re not going to leave any witnesses.”
She closed the bow case and handed it to him, but he wouldn’t take it.
He said, “I can’t.”
Kate said, “Do you understand what’s going on here? This might be the only way.”
He seemed to consider what she was saying and reached out and took the case and slung it over his shoulder.
Kate glanced up at the window. “You’ve got to get out of here and go to Autry’s, tell Elvin to call the sheriff ’s department.” The Autrys were their closest neighbors-about a mile and a half away.
“I’m not going to leave you,” Luke said.
“You’re not going to have to-I’ll be right behind you. But you’ve got to go first and not worry about me.”
She watched him climb up the shelves to the top. He stood up and swung his leg over the center beam-a log that had to be two feet in diameter-and balanced himself on it, the log between his legs like he was riding it, the strap of the bow case slung over his shoulder across his chest. He shimmied to the other side of the narrow room and climbed up into the rafters and made his way to the window.
Kate said, “Be careful.”
He said, “I’m not leaving till you come up here.”
Jack looked out the window and watched DeJuan and Teddy lift the deputy, put him in the backseat of the patrol car. DeJuan drove off in it and Celeste followed him in the Camaro. He watched Teddy go around behind the lodge, standing on the lawn, smoking a cigarette, staring out at the lake.
This was the opportunity he was waiting for. Jack got up and moved into the kitchen, looking for a carving knife. He remembered being in the yard one day talking to a biker named Lunchbox who lived in C Block. Box had a gut and looked like an extra in Hell’s Angels Forever.
He’d said, “With the right tool, you can open a pair of handcuffs in a matter of seconds. The locking system in every handcuff made in the last hundred years is the same pawl-and-ratchet mechanism. You want to defeat it, you got two ways to go: you can jimmy-jar it or you can pick it. Me, I’d pick it. Get myself a paper clip, bend it in the shape of an L. Then move it in a circular motion to disengage the pawl from the ratchet. Or even easier-get yourself a knife with a slim blade, drive it into the keyhole and move it aggressively in a circular motion till you hear the pawl and ratchet break.”
That’s what Jack did.
He started working on the left cuff with his right hand. Put the tip of the blade in the keyhole, pushing and turning the knife till the pawl and ratchet broke and the cuff popped open.
God bless Lunchbox.
He freed his other hand and unhooked the belly chain.
Before DeJuan left, Jack saw him lock the money in a heavy oak armoire with a skeleton key and put it in his pocket.
Teddy said, “What’re you doing?”
DeJuan said, “Protecting my capital.”
Teddy said, “Huh?”
Celeste said, “Why don’t you let me hang on to the key?”
DeJuan said, “What’s the matter, girlfriend-don’t trust me?”
“Would you?”
DeJuan grinned at her, took the key out his pocket and tossed it to her.
For Jack, it came down to money or freedom, and freedom looked pretty good right now. He’d made his decision. There was nothing he could do for Kate and Luke. He had a slim chance of getting away himself and he’d take it and be grateful. The good Lord showing him the way, giving him another opportunity, as Chaplain Uli might’ve said.
He opened the door to the garage and saw the Corvette in the first space, Kate’s Land Rover parked next to it, and the Lexus next to that. He found the keys to the Land Rover in Kate’s purse in the kitchen, got in the SUV, and started it up. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror. Couldn’t believe this turn of events. Considered it an omen, a sign. He pressed the remote on the sun visor, and the garage door went up. He put it in gear and accelerated, pulling out across the gravel drive.
