“Nobody will die?”
“That’s right. You have my word.”
I trusted Mouse about as far as I could kick him. If I backed up out of the forest with Buster, the giant was going to bash Karl.
“Make your friend get in the car first,” I said.
Mouse flashed a crooked smile. “Lonnie, get in the Jeep.”
“Don’t I get to kill him?” Lonnie asked, sounding disappointed.
“No. Get in the Jeep, and strap yourself in. We’re leaving.”
“But I want to smash him.”
“Now!”
Lonnie pouted and tossed the limb to the ground. He opened the back door of the Jeep, and stuffed his enormous body into the backseat. He fumbled getting the seat belt to work.
“Start backing up,” Mouse said.
I glanced at Sara, and saw tears flowing down her cheeks. All I could think of was poor Naomi Dunn, and how I’d let her down eighteen years ago.
“I’m sorry, Sara,” I whispered.
I clicked my fingers for Buster. He came to my side, and I hooked my finger through his collar. Together, we backed up out of the forest.
Once Mouse was out of eyesight, I heard him get into the Jeep, and start up the engine. Then he and the giant and Sara were gone.
CHAPTER 35
Someone once said that the most pitiful sound in the world was a man crying. Karl Long certainly proved that to be true.
He cried as Mouse and Lonnie drove away. He continued to cry when I cut him down, and laid him on the ground. His foot was a bloody mess, and I searched the campsite for something to turn into a bandage.
“I fucked up,” Long sobbed.
I wasn’t going to argue with him. Left to do my job, I would have rescued Sara and brought a pair of killers to justice. Instead, I was back to square one.
I did not find anything resembling a bandage. Not wanting to see him bleed to death, or go into shock, which a loss of too much blood would bring on, I took off my shirt, and ripped it in two.
“Hold still, this is going to hurt,” I said.
I made the bandage good and tight. Long stopped the waterworks and gritted his teeth. Buster plopped down beside him, and Long rubbed my dog’s head.
“Okay, now you have to get up,” I said.
“I don’t think I can walk,” Long said.
“I’m not asking you to walk. Just stand up. I’ll help you.”
I pulled Long to his feet. He leaned against me, and hopped on his good leg. The blood was draining from his face, and I knew his wound was starting to hurt.
“What now?” Long asked.
I took out my cell phone and handed it to him. “I’m going to carry you to the chopper. While I’m doing that, I want you to call nine-one-one, and tell them what happened.”
Long powered up my cell phone and made the call. I threw him over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and hiked out of the forest. The sun was blinding, and I crossed the property with my head bowed, listening to Long talk to a 911 operator.
“Tell the operator the Jeep is probably heading north on Twenty-seven,” I said.
“Right,” Long said.
We were approaching the pasture where the chopper was parked. Long was a load, and I found myself gasping for breath. Buster ran ahead of me, barking loudly.
“Oh, Jesus,” Long suddenly said.
My cell phone fell out of his hand, and bounced on the ground.
“Karl, are you all right?” I asked.
Morris jumped out of the chopper and came running toward us. I laid Long on the grass. He had passed out and looked like death warmed over. Morris took his pulse and shook his head gravely.
“He’s going down fast. I have to get him to a hospital,” Morris said.
“His daughter’s abductors are getting away. We have to look for them.”
“Look, mister, my priorities are different from yours,” Morris said. “Karl Long is my boss, and I’m not going to let him bleed to death. That’s my call. Now help me get him into the chopper.”
“Just do one sweep north,” I pleaded. “That’s all I’m asking. It’s what Karl would have wanted.”
“You’re not listening. Get out of my way.”
Morris gathered up Long in his arms and hustled across the pasture to the chopper, where he poured Long into the backseat. I started to follow, then heard a woman’s voice. Grabbing my cell phone off the ground, I pressed it to my ear. The 911 operator was still there.
“This is nine-one-one. Please tell me your emergency,” the operator said.
“This is Jack Carpenter,” I said. “There’s a navy Jeep Cherokee heading north on Twenty-seven. The vehicle is carrying an abducted woman named Sara Long. Are there any cruisers in the area?”
“Hold on,” the dispatcher said.
I watched Morris get into the chopper and shut his door. A sickening feeling filled my stomach as the chopper began to rise into the air.
“Hey!” I screamed, shaking my fist.
Morris lowered his window. “I’m taking him to Broward General. I’ll come back for you later!”
“You son-of-a-bitch!”
“Sorry man!”
I cursed Morris, but the chopper’s blades drowned out my words. The chopper rose into the sky, and I watched it float away. The 911 operator came back on the line.
“I’m sorry, sir, but there are no cruisers in the immediate area.”
“How about police choppers?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, but there was an emergency on the other side of the county, and they’re all taken.”
My head felt ready to explode. I sat down in the grass and stared at the ground. “I used to be a cop. Can you please tell me what’s going on? I need a chopper.”
“I thought your name sounded familiar,” the operator said. “There was a drug bust on the median of I-95 earlier today. The car was filled with cocaine and automatic weapons. The guys running the drugs made a run for it, and the choppers are being used to track them down.”
“So I’m screwed,” I said.
“Give me a description of the vehicle, and I’ll send an alert to the neighboring counties. If you’d like, I can also send a cruiser to where you are.”
“How long will that take?”
“Fifteen, twenty minutes.”
A horrible laugh escaped my lips. Mouse and Lonnie had already gotten a good head start. Worse, they were driving into central Florida, which had hundreds of unmarked roads and practically no cops. With that much more time, they would be impossible to track down.
“Why not,” I said.
I folded my phone and rose to my feet. Sitting still was not an option. I had to do something or I’d go crazy. Mouse and Lonnie had departed in a hurry, and hopefully left some clues as to where they’d gone. I headed back to the clearing in the forest.
I did a quick search of the area. It was filled with crudely made animal traps, which I quickly disarmed.
