Gerrit nodded, turning his attention back to the screen. He scrolled down until he came to a series of numbers dialed during the time his parents were killed. His face heated as anger built deep inside. He minimized that screen and began to study the calls around the time his home was destroyed.
He tightened his jaw, clenching his hand into a fist. “Beck, I need a lift back to Seattle. And send word to Joe I know who killed my folks. Now, I’m going to get some answers.”
Beck hesitated. “Gerrit, let me do my job. I can bring this suspect in the right way. Who is it?”
“Forget it, Malloy.” Gerrit glared at him. “Your people won’t get anywhere near this person. Too protected, and he’ll wind up dead before you ever find out what he has to say. Let me do it my way.”
Alena grasped his arm. “Let me come with you.”
He shook his head, taking her hand in his. “Not this time. I need to do this alone, face-to-face. Otherwise, I’ll never get the truth.”
She sighed. “Be careful.” Leaning over, she kissed him on the cheek. Her kiss seemed to soften the anger he felt building inside, at least for a moment.
He glanced at Beck. “I promise you I will do everything in my power to bring this person in. Trust me.”
Beck frowned as he studied Gerrit. “Okay, but we’ll be nearby as backup. Just in case.”
“Bring a coroner if things go sideways.” Gerrit looked back at the computer screen one last time. “If he so much as twitches the wrong way, I’m putting him down-for good.”
Beck grimaced. “That doesn’t exactly inspire trust.”
Gerrit shrugged. “It won’t be up to me, Malloy. It’ll be his call.” Just give me an excuse. His gaze met the agent’s, and he knew Malloy could read his mind.
Beck walked away without saying a word.
Chapter 68
Seattle, Washington
All the tiredness in his body seemed to slip away after Stuart’s call. His mind whirled with possibilities as he trudged up a moss-covered walkway leading to his house. The modest, single-story residence was all his ex-wife left after the divorce, after he refinanced and bought out her share. She would get half his pension upon retirement and already squandered all their savings as well as receiving full custody of the children.
His last child-support payment would end next summer when the youngest turned eighteen. However, alimony to his ex would continue until the day he died or she found a new husband who might be able to afford her expensive tastes.
That was all right. The call from Stuart tonight meant his future was about to drastically change. No more bargain-basement suits. No more cars older than his dad. No more meals at budget diners, or cold TV dinners in front of the television. He was about to take a sweet ride into the big time.
Travel. Money. Prestige.
All this from one single phone call telling him he would become Kane’s replacement. Kane made one fatal mistake tonight. And even if he had escaped that lab, Stuart was sure to end Kane’s life.
Such mistakes were not tolerated by Stuart and his people. A sobering thought he would take into account in his new life. In fact, he had taken care of some of the bodies after Stuart exacted punishment.
Dawn was only a few hours away. He’d slip inside, get a few hours’ sleep, and then start planning for his new future. The first thing would be to dump this house. He unlocked and opened the door, then stepped inside and threw his coat on the rack near the doorway. He flicked on the light and turned to walk into the living room.
“Lieutenant Stan Cromwell. Your career ends tonight.”
Stan whirled around and started to reach for his weapon.
Gerrit O’Rourke leveled his. 40 S amp;W at Stan’s chest. “Go ahead. Make a move. I always wanted to waste the man who killed my parents.”
He froze and held out his hands. “Gerrit, my boy. Always too smart for your own good.”
Gerrit rose from the chair. “And you’re a dirty cop. Sold your badge for a few pieces of silver.”
Stan caught the fury in Gerrit’s eyes. All the excitement and hope he felt-after talking with Stuart about the future-just blew up in his face. Gerrit wouldn’t let him leave this house alive.
The moment Cromwell came through the door, Gerrit knew it would be a battle to keep his promise to Beck. All he wanted to do right now was put a bullet into this man’s skull. To end this killer’s existence.
His trigger finger tightened as temptation grew stronger. His mind replayed those crime-scene videos of what was left of his mom and dad. Every scene, every frame, seared into Gerrit’s soul, imprinted onto his memory forever. It would only take a slight squeeze to end Cromwell’s life.
A blinding wave of anger swept over him. A tsunami urging him to squeeze that trigger. His finger began to tighten. Then, like a storm moving toward the horizon, his anger dissipated, leaving almost a feeling of peace in its wake. The faces of Joe and Alena passed before his eyes. For the first time, he realized he was no longer alone. That life offered more than revenge. Life-with all its aches and pains, disappointments and injustices-also offered a glimmer of hope. Killing this man, right now, might erase any chance Gerrit had of moving forward. Of freeing himself from the past. He relaxed his finger.
“Take your gun out, butt first. Left hand, two fingers, and slowly lower it to the floor.”
Cromwell studied him, probably debating whether to make a move. Slowly, the lieutenant reached over to his right side, unfastened the weapon, and followed Gerrit’s orders.
Cromwell straightened, hands raised in the air.
“Now, your backup. Slowly, drop it on the floor.”
The man raised his pant leg, revealing the holstered weapon strapped to his right leg. The lieutenant carefully withdrew the weapon and placed it near the other weapon.
“Now, take a seat. We need to talk.” Gerrit motioned with his gun toward the chair opposite him.
Settling in, Cromwell stared back. “What now, Gerrit? You gonna shoot me?”
“I’d like nothing better than to end your miserable life. But I’ve made a promise. And I intend to keep it.”
Cromwell smirked. “Better be careful what you promise, boy.”
“You promised to uphold the law. To protect and serve. But you turned out to be a man without honor, Cromwell.”
The lieutenant shrugged. “Spare me the platitudes. Look what it got you. Running and hiding for the rest of your life. If you just listened to Kane, you could have had it all. And now?”
“Now you’re going on trial for murder that carries the death penalty.”
An incredulous look crossed Cromwell’s face. “You think all this will get to trial? People with too much to lose will stop you in your tracks. You and me are dead men walking. And they’ll go about their business as if none of this happened.”
“Did you trigger the bomb or have someone else do the dirty work?”
Cromwell frowned at him for a moment. “You mean your folks?” He shook his head, his lips pressed together tight. “Man, that was a tough call. I’m sorry, O’Rourke. Nothing personal. I didn’t even know them-or you-at the time.”
“Doesn’t matter whether you knew them or not. You blew them up. For what? Money? Power? To change the world? What kind of excuse did you come up with?”
Cromwell looked at the ground, then raised his head, staring directly at Gerrit. “It was simply business. I got hooked up with some very powerful people. Big enough that they can make your life either really good or really bad. I learned very quickly that you never turn these folks down. Not if you want to keep breathing.”
“And Mark and Marilynn? Are they your handiwork, too?”
“No. Kane farmed that out to others. You were the only one I was responsible to take out.”
“And my parents. So all these years, you were checking up on me, making sure I never got close to the truth.”
Cromwell shook his head, laughing. “I told Kane you’d be trouble. I knew you would never give up. I told him I should just put you in the ground, but he wanted to wait, to see if you might be recruited. He didn’t want to raise
