“ Then when is?”
“ I guess there isn’t a good time.” Lila sighed, as if she were bearing a heavy burden. “Look, Izzy, I know this isn’t easy for you. I don’t mean the getting young again business, that’s gotta be scary. I mean the killing business, especially since you’re a doctor. But these are bad men. Manny and Tucker are as evil as they come, I know and I know you know it, too. The bodyguards were all Blackwater killers. Wayne only hires the best, the most ruthless. Peeps Friday, well maybe you could shed a tear for him. He’s a greedy, weaselly kind of man who hasn’t a clue as to the Wayne’s real nature, but he’s sold his soul, so he has to be prepared to pay the price. Believe it or not, the hardest thing for me will be killing the dogs.”
Izzy smiled, despite the situation. Lila was more human than she cared to admit. She’d been a stone killer, had decided to quit, but was turning herself into a killer again because of the trouble Izzy was in. She was doing it for her. And despite it all, despite what she was going to do, she felt tenderness toward the dogs, mean Rottweilers that would probably tear a baby’s head off just for sport.
In the city, Lila drove to an average looking house in a neighborhood not too far from where Izzy lived. She pulled into the drive, parked.
“ Come on, we’ve got to get some things.” Lila opened her door, paused, “And bring your stuff.”
Izzy grabbed her bag from the back, got out of the car, followed Lila into the house, up a staircase and into a bedroom that had been converted into a home office. Lila slid open the closet door, revealing a large safe. She opened it and Izzy gasped.
“ Yeah, a lotta guns.” She turned toward Izzy, “Give me that cannon.”
Izzy opened her bag, took out the forty-five. Handed it to Lila.
“ You have extra ammo?”
“ Yeah.”
“ I’ll be needing that, too,” Lila said. “I’ve only got three Glocks, you’ll be using two, I’ll use the third and your ancient forty-five. That way all your ammo will work in both your guns and you won’t screw up, trying to shove a clip in the wrong gun.”
“ You, of course, would never make that kind of mistake.”
“ No, I never would, but don’t take offense, this is my business, it’s all new to you.”
“ None taken.”
“ Here.” She handed Izzy a Glock. “Can you shoot one of these?”
“ Yeah.”
“ Take it.” She handed over the Glock. “I have something else for you.” She reached back into the safe, pulled out a shoulder holster. “I designed it myself. It’s for a lefty. It straps on with Velcro. You can pull it off in an instant. Handy if you want to lose your weapon and holster in a hurry.”
“ Makes me feel kind of dark,” Izzy said as she was putting on the holster, “evil like, sinister.” She forced a half smile as she holstered the Glock, “Pair of lefties, us.”
“ Word sinister comes from the Latin, means left handed.” Lila pulled a couple more Glocks from the safe.
“ I knew that.”
“ Really?”
“ Latin in college,” Izzy said. She’d never thought of left handed people as being sinister or evil, never thought of herself that way either, but if it wasn’t evil they were about tonight, it was pretty darned close. No matter how Lila tried to sugarcoat it by saying how evil the men were they were going to kill, it was evil they were about. Because murder was evil, pure and simple. But was it murder if you were going to rescue someone you loved? Weren’t you supposed to protect them? Still, that’s what the police were for. But they couldn’t call the police, Lila had made that clear. So what else could they do? They had no choice.
“ You look like you’re having doubts.”
“ What do you mean?” Izzy said.
“ Just what I said. You’re frowning, like you don’t approve.”
“ I don’t think I approve and I do have doubts. I’ve lived my whole life healing people and in the last few days I’ve turned into a killer. True, I had no choice, because it was self defense, me or them. But this, we’re planning murder and though I know there is no other way, it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“ So, you’re good with this, you’re not going to wimp out once we get started?”
“ They have Amy,” Izzy said. “I’m not going to wimp out.”
“ Alright.” Lila handed Izzy a second Glock. “Can you shoot with your right hand?”
“ Sure, I’m primarily a lefty, but in college I was a switch hitter on the girl’s softball team. Except for writing, I’m pretty much ambidextrous.”
“ Good.” She said, handing Izzy another holster. “I designed this one as well. You wear it around your waist. The second Glock sits over your right leg, like a cowboy’s gun.”
“ Velcro too.” Izzy said. “In case you want to lose it in a hurry.”
“ You’re catching on.”
“ So now I know why you wear the long coat.”
“ I have one of those for you as well.”
“ You think I need it.”
“ The coat not only hides your weapons. It’ll hide your vest as well. They’re professionals, if they get a chance, they’ll be going for body shots, so it’s best they don’t know you’re wearing one.”
“ You have vests?”
“ Got a riot gun and a grenade launcher, too.” Lila held up what looked like a high tech sawed off shotgun to Izzy. “This is an M79, single shot, break-action grenade launcher. It’s loud and deadly. I’ve never used it before, so I’m kind of looking forward to it.” She smiled. “Sadly, I’ve only got two grenades, so we’ll just have to make the best of them.”
“ You’re a bundle of surprises,” Izzy said.
“ That’s not all.” She turned back to the safe, took out a large knife in its scabbard. She withdrew the knife. “Sharp,” she said, “I used to shave my legs with it.”
“ A Bowie knife. Think you’ll need it?”
“ I’ve never needed it yet, but I like to be prepared.”
“ Looks like you have enough stuff here to start a small war.”
“ I don’t know about that, but I’ve certainly got enough to get your girls back.”
“ You think we’ll come out of this okay? The girls, too?”
“ There’s not a doubt in my mind. Maybe we started out as Thelma and Louise, but we’re not them anymore. They were victims who wound up dead at the end of that movie. We’re not gonna wind up dead.”
Chapter Nineteen
Tucker Wayne didn’t seem as happy to have Mouledoux on board as his father had been. In fact, Mouledoux got the distinct impression the man would rather he hadn’t shown up at all. But maybe he was wrong, perhaps Tucker talked down to everybody.
“ We’ll have our men stationed at the front,” Tucker said through a sneer that seemed a permanent part of his face. “Four will be out walking the perimeter at all times, two will be in concrete foxholes with automatic rifles.”
“ What foxholes?” Mouledoux squinted out into the dark. “I don’t see any foxholes.”
“ Exactly,” Tucker said. “Look, there and there,” he pointed, moving his finger back and fourth.
“ Where those bushes are on each side of the property?”
“ Yes. They aren’t real. They cover the foxholes, more like concrete bunkers, really. The men can stand in them and shoot from ground level. My idea, but Dad went for it in a heartbeat.” He was puffing up, proud of his idea, proud he’d pleased his father.
“ Impressive,” Mouledoux said.
“ There’s a tunnel underground from the bunkers to the guard’s quarters over there.” He pointed to single
