any more flags after the death of your folks and the disappearance of your uncle. One more death in the family- particularly a military hero and cop to boot-would be too much for the feds to ignore.”
“What crossed your mind when you triggered that bomb? When you thought you’d killed me?”
Cromwell just shrugged. Then a steely look crept into his eyes. “Like I said, it was just business, Gerrit. Nothing personal. You just got in the way.”
Gerrit rose from the chair. “So how did you think this would end up?”
Smirking, the lieutenant cocked his head to one side. “I’m just a soldier, Gerrit. Just like you. I don’t give a flying leap where this all leads. It was just a good move on my part-until now.” He eyed the gun pointed at his chest. “So, you are going to turn me in?”
“Since I promised not to shoot you-” Gerrit’s cell phone vibrated. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled it out. Willy sent a text message. Gerrit tapped the screen until the message emerged.
GET OUT NOW! BOMB!
Gerrit hesitated for a moment, then raced across the room and scooped up Cromwell’s weapons. “We have to get out of here right now.”
The lieutenant folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”
“No time. Move now!”
Cromwell shook his head. “I run out there and someone shoots me. No thanks.”
Gerrit dashed toward the door. “Suit yourself. There’s a bomb about to make matchsticks out of your house. I’m history.” He flung the door open and raced down the walkway.
He reached the sidewalk a moment before the ground shook. A blast hit him like a giant fist, flinging him into the street with one blow. The concussion from the blast swept past. His ears felt like he’d just dived hundreds of yards underwater as the pressure threatened to snatch his hearing forever.
He almost blacked out. Dazed, he felt hands lifting him from the ground. Looking up, he saw Alena, her arms under him as she tried to raise him up. The ringing in his ears kept out all other noise. He knew she was talking to him, but he couldn’t hear.
Alena looked around frantically. Her lips moved as if she might be yelling or screaming. It finally registered.
I am deaf.
Chapter 69
The first thing Gerrit saw when he awoke again in the hospital was Alena’s soft brown eyes. It seemed like only minutes since he’d closed his own eyes after doctors got through poking and prodding, writing out terms like perforated eardrum and back to normal in months. Sound began to return, slowly and steadily. Once he knew his hearing would return, he laid back and drifted off to sleep.
Now, afternoon light filtered through a stand of fir trees outside the hospital window. Alena’s concerned look softened and a smile brightened her face. “You’ve got to stop this, Gerrit. What is it with you and bombs?”
A shadow fell across them. Jack Thompson leaned over. “Yeah, boy. You really scrambled your brains this time. At least what brains you had left.” Beyond the colonel, Willy and Beck Malloy hovered.
Gerrit looked from one face to the other. “What happened? All I remember is Cromwell’s house blowing up.”
Beck edged closer to the bed. “We sent a forensic team in there, along with ATF. The house was rigged to blow before you or Cromwell ever got there. Someone used a cell phone to trigger it. I guess they thought you and Cromwell would be caught inside when it blew.”
“You think they were targeting me, too?”
The FBI agent shrugged. “Who knows? They definitely wanted to take out Cromwell. Guess they thought he had become too much of a liability. When you came along, they probably thought you’d be a bonus. One less thing to worry about later.”
Gerrit looked over at Willy, still clutching his laptop. “How did you know they were going to blow it up?”
Willy cocked his head to one side. “Your lieutenant was a security freak. Had a surveillance-camera system set up around the place. Once you went into Cromwell’s house to wait for him, I got bored and hacked into his system just for the heck of it. It was set up on a wireless system, easy as pie to break. Played back the security tapes for the last twenty-four hours and watched them rig the place with explosives. Cromwell failed to check them himself.”
“You saved my life, Willy.” Gerrit held out his hand in gratitude. “Think you can work some magic on those keys and tell us who is behind this?”
Willy took his hand and shook it vigorously. “Mr. B has already had me working on it.”
“Mr. B?”
“You know, Beck Malloy.”
“Ah.” Gerrit nodded. “And what did you and Mr. B find out?”
Beck came between him and Willy. “Just rest now, Gerrit. We need to move you and the others out of here soon. There’s a small lull in this war right now, while the other side regroups. We’ll need to start gearing up for a major operation. I’ll fill you in later. Once you’re on your feet, I have a lot of work for you and Joe and the others. I’m afraid you are going to need to continue to live off the grid, at least until we have a handle on this entire organization.”
“Speaking of Joe, where is he?”
“Over here, son.” The group parted so Gerrit could see his uncle seated across the room.
“What are you doing way over there, Joe?”
Joe wiped his eyes. “Just thanking the man upstairs that He sent you back to me-again.” He slowly raised himself and limped over to Gerrit’s bedside. “I’m okay. Kane and his people worked me over pretty good, so it’s going to take a while for me to recoup. I should be able to give you all kinds of grief by the time they release you from this place.”
“Enough of this chitchat. I’m starving.” Jack’s voice rang out. “Let the boy get some R amp;R. If the rest of you can stomach cafeteria food, I’m buying.” Before Thompson left, he lingered a moment, letting the others file out ahead of him. He returned to Gerrit’s bedside. “Here, I think you should have this.” The colonel held his hand open.
Inside, Gerrit saw the pocket watch his father had left him.
“Alena said you might want this,” Thompson said. “I sent a team to San Francisco to clean out everything in her shop after it was clear that part of the operation had been blown. I asked them to send this back to me.”
Gritting his teeth, Gerrit palmed the watch, feeling its smooth contours. “Thanks, sir. This watch helps me to hold on to the past when all else seems to have been destroyed. You can’t…” He couldn’t finish.
“I know, son.” Thompson moved toward the door. “Take care of yourself.”
Gerrit watched the small group wander into the hall, leaving him alone. He started to close his eyes but opened them when he heard someone enter the room.
Alena.
He smiled as she came near. “Missed me, huh?”
“Like a bad heartache.”
“You mean headache, right?” he said, pointing to his forehead.
“No, I mean heartache,” she said, patting her chest.
Gerrit smiled, “Come here.” He reached up and drew her closer. Gently and firmly, he kissed her. He closed his eyes and felt her relax in his arms.
Smiling, she pulled back, cupping his face in her hands. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
Gerrit clasped her hands in his. “Did you know married guys who give their wives kisses every morning live five years longer than those jerks who never kiss ’em?”
Alena raised an eyebrow. “Is this some kind of weird proposal?”
Gerrit grinned. “Just a fact to tuck away for future consideration.”
