Its not the farmer. Theres more than one. Logan was already running. Dont lose her, Gil. Well circle back through the field and come out on the road where we parked the car.
Gil grabbed her arm. Hurry.
They shouldnt be talking. Someone would hear them. But that was crazy. What difference did it make? They were making as much noise crashing through the corn as whoever was pursuing them.
Logan was zigzagging through the field and they were following.
Running.
Suffocating darkness.
Rustling.
Her lungs were hurting.
Were they closer?
She couldnt tell. They were making too much noise themselves for her to figure it out.
To the left, someone shouted behind them.
Logan tore through the corn at a right angle.
I think I see something. A different voice.
Oh, God, it sounded as if the man were in the row next to them.
Logan was turning, heading back the way they came.
Gil and Eve were on his heels.
Faster.
Eve was completely disoriented. How could Logan tell where he was going?
Maybe he couldnt. They might run into whoever was pursuing them at any minute. Maybe they should
Logan was turning again. To the left.
And they were out of the field and running toward the road.
The limo.
But over fifty yards away.
And a Mercedes was parked beside it. She couldnt see if there was anyone in it.
She glanced over her shoulder toward the field.
No one.
They were almost at the limo.
And the Mercedes door swung open.
Gil dropped her arm. Get the coffin inside the limo, John. He turned, pulled out his gun, and darted toward the man who was getting out of the Mercedes.
Too late.
A shot.
She watched in horror as Gil fell forward. He struggled to his knees and tried to raise his gun.
Oh, God, the man was pointing his gun at Gil again.
She didnt even realize she was moving until her hand grasped the gun and jerked it aside. The man turned toward her and her hand chopped down on the carotid artery in his neck. He grunted. His eyes glazed over. He was falling.
Ill drive. Get in the backseat with Gil. Logan was dragging Gil the few feet toward the limo. Try to stop the bleeding. Weve got to get out of here. Theyve got to have heard the shot.
Eve held the door for Logan and then dove into the seat beside Gil.
Jesus, he was pale. She tore open his shirt. Some blood, high up on the shoulder. What if he
Theyre coming! Logan shouted as the limo jumped forward.
She glanced out the window and saw three men pouring out of the cornfield.
Gravel flew as the limo tore down the road.
Logan glanced in the rearview mirror. How is he?
Its a shoulder wound. Not much bleeding. Hes conscious again. She glanced out the window once more. Theyve reached the road. Can you go any faster?
Im trying, he said through his teeth. Its like driving a damned yacht.
He had reached the paved road leading to the freeway, but the Mercedes was too fast. Its headlights were only yards behind them.
Then the Mercedes hit the side of the limo.
