“You own a helicopter? I guess you weren’t kidding when you said you’re worth twenty times that much.”
“We need to bug out of here before the cavalry arrives. By the way, you did a great job with the fake call.”
“How’s the arm?”
“All things considered, not too bad.”
They started back to Harvey’s position. “Bridgestone might need a hospital. And you certainly do.”
“I’ll clean myself up once we’ve made it back to Sacramento. With a little luck, I’ll only need some stitches and antibiotics.”
“Stiches and antibiotics? You were shot twice.”
“I appreciate your concern, but right now, we need to get moving.”
They returned to their prisoner. Grangeland grabbed Ernie’s.45-auto, shook the sand out of the barrel, removed the magazine, and ejected the round. She stuffed the gun and its magazine into her front pockets. Harv took charge of Bridgestone and started marching him toward the vehicles. Five minutes later, they were back at the SUV. Just as Ernie had said, they found nearly three hundred pounds of Semtex and several dozen blasting caps. The orange-colored bricks were packed into cardboard boxes. The blasting caps were in a smaller box. Before Harv transferred the boxes of Semtex and the blasting caps into the trunk of the Crown Vic, Grangeland grabbed the first-aid kit. Not all of the boxes fit into the trunk, so Harv stacked the remainder of them into the rear of the SUV. Nathan would have Grangeland relay the location of the boxes to her FBI counterparts once they cleared the area. He didn’t like leaving the Semtex unsecured, but thought it’d be okay for the next few minutes or so. He laid Ernie’s assault rifle atop the boxes in the trunk.
Grangeland pulled on a pair of latex gloves and told Ernie to hold still. The cuts on Ernie’s knuckles were streaming blood and needed to be wrapped to stanch the flow. Holding the penlight in her mouth, she applied several tight layers of gauze around Ernie’s two mangled fingers and secured them with white tape. Ernie grunted from the pressure.
“You’ll live,” she said.
Nathan kept a close eye on their captive as Grangeland tucked him into the backseat of the Crown Vic and closed the door. Ernie seemed subdued during all of this. Maybe it was shock or the false news about his brother’s capture. More likely, it was the reality of his fate sinking in. He was headed back to prison, only this time to death row. Depending on how cooperative he was on their trip up north to Montana, Nathan might give him an alternative to the living hell awaiting him.
Nathan reluctantly agreed to let Grangeland look at his wounds. He shucked off Ferris’s coat and held out his arm. Once again holding the penlight in her mouth, she pulled on a fresh pair of gloves. When the beam swept across his chest, she frowned at seeing the network of crisscrossing scars. She obviously hadn’t noticed them earlier, when the truck stop went up in flames.
He winked at her. “I lost a bet.”
“Must’ve been some bet.”
“It was.” He let her remove the blood-soaked shirt and apply a dozen wraps of gauze around the torn flesh and secure it with tape.
“Better let me see that leg.”
He put his foot on the lip of the open trunk and pulled his soaked fatigue up.
“Did you have a knife like Harvey’s?” she asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“Take a look.” She shined the penlight on the wound.
“I’ll be damned,” he said. The knife was gone, but sheath was still there. The bullet must’ve hit the knife and broken it free before fragmenting outward, shredding the flesh with shrapnel. All the bleeding had been from lacerated skin, not a bullet hole. “Luck favors the well-prepared,” he said. After Grangeland removed the sheath and wrapped the wound, he turned toward Harv. “Let’s take a quick walk. Grangeland, you’ve got Bridgestone. I need you to relay this position to your team at the truck stop so they can retrieve the Semtex from the back of the SUV.”
“No problem,” she said.
They walked a good fifty feet down the road.
“Based on what Ernie told us, I figure Leonard’s got a six-hour head start on us,” Nathan said. “We should assume seven. That has him arriving at the money drop in Montana by three in the afternoon tomorrow at the earliest. I can’t see him driving up there any faster than that. He’ll drive the speed limit to avoid being pulled over. Whatever disguise he’s using, it’s probably good enough to fool the average law-enforcement officer. Colored contacts, facial hair, whatever. He’ll have fake IDs too. We should assume he’ll make it up to the drop. I’ve driven through that area of I-fifteen, it’s remote. You could drive for hundreds of miles without seeing a state trooper.”
“You’re thinking he’ll drive straight through?”
“No doubt about it. He wants to recover his money and bug out. He’ll pump himself full of over-the-counter caffeine pills for the drive. We need to be one-hundred percent certain we arrive there first.”
“We’ll also need satellite images of the area.” Harv paused meaningfully.
“Damn it, Harv, he could be involved in all of this.”
“Do you honestly believe that? Deep down?”
Nathan didn’t answer right away. “No, I guess not.” Harv was right, they did need satellite images. Without them, they’d be going in blind, without knowing the terrain. Although she could arrange it, he couldn’t risk asking Holly because, quite frankly, he didn’t trust the FBI. More accurately, he didn’t trust Director Lansing.
“I know you don’t want to ask, but we could really use his help. It could make or break this operation.”
Nathan said nothing.
“You want me to make the call?”
Nathan sighed. “He’s my father. I’ll make the call. You realize we’ll have to tell him everything.”
“Nate, it’s me, okay? I know you’ve been wanting to patch things up for a long time. Here’s your opportunity. Give the man a chance.”
“He’s a politician.”
“Has he ever lied to you?”
“No, I can honestly say he hasn’t.” His cell rang. Nathan unclipped it from his belt. He recognized the phone number on the LCD. It was Holly Simpson. “We have Ernie.”
“Nathan, thank God. The truck stop is all over the news. Every network’s covering it.”
“Holly, I can’t talk right now.”
“Are you okay? Special Agent Ferris just told me you were shot twice.”
“I’m okay. I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Don’t talk to anyone about this. No one.”
“Nathan-”
“A few minutes, Holly, I promise.” He ended the call and looked at Harv. “The cat’s out of the bag. It’s a good bet Leonard’s heard about this on the radio by now.”
“He’ll avoid the money cache until he hears from Ernie.”
“I’ve got that covered. We’re going to leak to the press that Ernie got away and all we recovered from the scene was his sniper rifle and his cell phone. We’ll also leak that we’re analyzing the cell company’s call logs. I’m betting that will make Leonard ditch his phone.”
“They must have some contingency meeting location if they’re separated for a long period of time.”
“No doubt they do.”
“Leonard could lie low awhile. He might wait a week or even a month before he approaches the money drop.”
“That’s a real possibility, but I’m betting his love of money will force his hand. For Leonard, this whole thing’s about money, not revenge. As long as Leonard believes his brother’s on the run, we’ve got a chance to nail him.”
“Bringing Ernie along complicates things.”
“We’ll put Grangeland in charge of him.”
“She’ll love that. How’s the arm?”
