“No,” Quinn said. “Not you.”
He punched the man hard in the face, stunning him.
In the main cabin, Nate already had the door open and was helping Marion to the ground. Orlando was right behind them. Quinn was pleased to see the pilot had put them even closer to the grove than he’d hoped.
“Go,” he said as he jumped out. “Into the trees.”
Above and behind him, he could hear the Apache coming in for a landing, but he didn’t look back. With a crew of only two, no one from the Army helicopter would be following them. At least not on foot. If the helicopter went airborne again, it might be able to spot them. But that’s where leaving the pilot of the Superhawk behind came in. He would occupy them, at least long enough for Quinn and his team to get away.
“Head west,” Quinn said as soon as they were all under cover. “Better chance we’ll find a ride in that direction.”
But the noise of the helicopters had woken everyone in the area, and several people were outside trying to see if they could figure out what was going on. It forced Quinn and the others to keep to the trees, slowing their progress.
After a couple of minutes they reached a blacktop road heading east to the hills and west toward Highway 101. The highway was where they wanted to be, so they moved westward parallel to the road, staying under the cover of the trees. They passed a couple of hills, then a short bridge above a dry creek bed.
That’s when Quinn heard the Apache power up again.
“Back, back,” he said. “To the bridge. Get under.”
Nate and Orlando understood why at once. But Marion looked confused. Quinn grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her with him down into the dry creek.
There was only about four feet of clearance under the bridge. After Nate and Orlando scrambled underneath, Quinn pushed Marion’s head down and all but shoved her in after them. He could hear the helicopter rising into the air as he ducked down and joined his team.
“What are we doing here?” Marion said.
“Thermal imaging,” Nate said. “They’d be able to spot us even in the trees.”
“Oh,” she said.
“Marion,” Quinn said, “I need you to stay focused. If you want us to save Iris, we need you to do this. Okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “I just didn’t know, okay?”
Quinn stared at her for a second, then nodded.
Outside they could hear the Apache flying in a circle, looking for them.
“Nate,” Quinn said, “I noticed a house not far down the road on the left. You see it?”
Nate nodded.
“After the next circuit, when the Apache is heading away from us, I want you to sprint over there, but keep low. You think you can get there before they look back in this direction?”
“I think so.”
“Will your leg hold up for that?”
Nate paused. Quinn had asked the question honestly, with no hidden agenda. Nate seemed to have sensed it. “It’ll hold up,” he said. Not a boast, just information.
“Good. When you get there, act normal. You can even look up at the helicopter as it flies over. Then find us a ride, but don’t come back until the Apache is gone.”
“Got it,” Nate said.
Quinn gave him a pat on the back. “Now get ready. As soon as it turns away, go.”
Nate moved to edge of the bridge. Above them, the helicopter circled past.
Nate smiled. “Why don’t you guys get some rest,” he said. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
Then as the helicopter turned away, Nate slipped into the darkness.
CHAPTER 39
“Here’s the authorization, officer,” Tucker said in his best mid-American accent as he handed several pieces of paper to the Highway Patrol officer standing outside the bus.
“Don’t really need to show those unless you’re going past Cambria,” the officer said. But he glanced at the sheets anyway, then handed them back.
“We’ll have to take a look inside, though,” the officer said.
“Sure,” Tucker told him. “I’ll open the door. But do me a favor and try to keep quiet. Most of the kids fell asleep on the ride, and I’d like them to stay that way for a while longer if possible.”
The officer smiled. “No problem.”
Tucker pushed a button and the door to the school bus he was driving folded open. Two officers climbed aboard. The second one— the same guy who’d checked Tucker’s papers — whispered as he passed, “We’ll only be a minute.”
Tucker watched in the mirror as the two men walked down the aisle, looking from left to right at the sleeping children. The only two other adults on the bus were Tucker’s men, Petersen and Linden. They were all he needed now. The rest had been sent south on a detention mission that at last word had gone off without any problems. The officers nodded at Tucker’s men, but otherwise seemed not to have any interest in them.
As they made their way back out, the main officer said, “All good. Thank you. You have a big day ahead of you. Enjoy.”
“Thanks,” Tucker said. “I’ll just be glad when it’s over, and I can get these kids home.”
The officer chuckled. “Yeah, I bet.”
As soon as the door was closed, Tucker put the bus in gear and headed west on Highway 1 toward Morro Bay.
The sun had come up and the world had come back to life. Quinn had finally given up any hope of spotting Tucker and the children on the highway, so they’d stopped at a cafe in Shell Beach to figure out what their next move should be.
When Quinn returned from the bathroom, he found Orlando sitting at their table alone with her laptop open in front of her. Marion was still in the bathroom, and Nate was out finding a new car, something that hopefully wouldn’t be reported stolen for several hours.
“There’s a report about the helicopter going down,” she said. “They think we were some kind of protestors trying to embarrass the government by attempting to enter restricted airspace. But they think they thwarted us.”
“‘Thwarted?’” Quinn asked.
“That’s what it says, ‘thwarted.’”
“I’ve just never heard the word spoken before.”
She shook her head, but she was smiling. After a moment, she said, “I got to thinking.”
“About?”
“Schedules,” she said. “Peter told you there was nothing on the leaders’ schedules that would seem to connect with whatever it is Tucker is up to, right?”
“Right.”
“What if it’s not the leaders they’re after?” she asked.
“What do you mean? Like, someone lower level? Secretary of State or something like that? Wouldn’t their schedules be pretty much the same as their bosses’?”
“No. You’re right. I was just thinking of something else.”
“What?” he asked.
But before she could respond, Marion reappeared.
“Shouldn’t we go or something?” she said. “Why are we waiting?”
“As soon as Nate gets back, we’ll leave,” Quinn said.
