“Here’s my respect.” Paddy spat in his face. “That’s for Tammy.”
“Right, your old lady you left behind for me.”
“I was in jail on the night you murdered her, you bastard. Otherwise you’d have had to go through me to get to her. She was the only thing I ever loved in my whole life. And I swear to God above, before this was all over, I was planning on putting a bullet right into
“Was that before or after I killed your daughter?”
“Any price I had to pay to get you, I was willing to do it,” Paddy screamed at him.
“But Annabelle screwed that all up, didn’t she? Didn’t she, old man?”
“Can’t blame her for turning the tables on me.”
“Since you were planning to whack me for killing your wife, why don’t I fill you in on her last minutes of life? Would you like that?”
“I’ll find some way to kill you, Jerry. I swear it.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. We crashed her house, and she recognized me right away. And you know what she said? She said, ‘Why are you doing this, Jerry? Why are you going to kill me? I didn’t do nothing to you.’ And you know what I told her? I said, because your chickenshit husband ripped me off and left you holding the bag. That’s how much he loved you, you dumb broad. And then I pumped a round right into her brain. Now, anything else you want to know about it before I start carving you up?”
“No, that’s about it,” a woman’s voice said.
They all turned as Annabelle and Alex walked out from behind a stack of crates. Alex had his gun pointed right at Bagger, while eight guns held by Bagger’s men pointed back at him and Annabelle.
Bagger said, “How the hell did you get here?”
“I came with the FBI,” Annabelle said.
“Nobody could’ve followed my boys.”
“We didn’t tail them. We followed
“Yeah? Working for the FBI now? Look, baby, you con me once, shame on you, con me twice, shit on me.” The man’s voice was confident, but his look was something less than that.
“She’s telling the truth, jerk-off,” Alex yelled. “So just lay your weapons down before you don’t have a choice in the matter.
“Kill ’em,” Bagger said.
A split second later doors on all sides of the warehouse burst open and two dozen men in body armor came barreling in, sub-machine guns in hand.
“FBI, put down your weapons. Now!”
Bagger dropped the knife and his men quickly put down their guns in the face of the overpowering show of federal force.
Bagger’s gaze went from Annabelle to Paddy. “Two con artists working with the feds?”
“You do what you got to do, Jerry,” Paddy said as he hastily pulled his clothes back on.
Bagger looked at one of the FBI agents and immediately regained his swagger. “That bitch ripped me off for forty million. She bother mentioning that to you while she was playing snitch?”
“That’s not my concern.”
“Oh yeah, so what exactly am I being charged with?”
“Aside from kidnapping and assault, you’re being charged with the murders of Tammy Conroy, three people in Portugal and Tony Wallace, who died yesterday.”
Bagger snorted. “I got a dozen eyewitnesses who’ll testify I wasn’t around when any of those people got killed.”
Annabelle held up a video recording device. “We’ve got your whole confession right here, Jerry. I have to hand it to you, you speak very clearly.” She gave the device to the lead agent.
Bagger looked at the FBI men, Paddy, Alex, and then his gaze came to rest on Annabelle.
“Well, I guess this is it, then,” he said. His hand slipped to his pocket.
“Hold it,” an FBI agent said. “Take that hand out very slowly.”
Bagger did so. His hand was cupped around something. He said, “This is a detonator, folks. My thumb comes off this thing, I got a chunk of C4 in the SUV right behind me that’ll blow everything and everyone within a hundred yards sky-high.” He nodded at the lead agent. “See for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
The lead agent nodded to one of his men. The man looked in the back of the vehicle. His glance back at his commander said it all.
Bagger said, “Now here’s what we’re going to do.” With his free hand he pointed at Paddy and Annabelle. “They’re coming with me.”
“We’re not letting you leave this building,” the commander said.
“Then I’m going to blow us all to kingdom come.”
“I don’t believe that,” the FBI agent said.
“Best I can hope for is lethal injection, right? Well, I ain’t going alone. So if you don’t think I’ll do it, you don’t know Jerry Bagger.” He glanced at twin snipers who had placed red dots on his forehead. “And your boys shoot me, hot-shit FBI man, this thumb is coming off whether you like it or not.”
The commander gazed uneasily at Alex and then Annabelle.
She stepped forward. “Okay, Jerry, you win. Let’s go.”
Alex stepped forward too. “I’m going too.”
“No you’re not, Alex,” she snapped.
Bagger smiled maliciously. “Alex? Alex, is it? You sound like you finally found a friend, Annabelle. And I don’t want to take your friends from you.” He looked at Alex. “Congratulations,
Bagger eyed the commander. “Just so you know, I’m a fair guy, so you can keep a few of my boys to make you look good.” He pointed to Mike. “Including Mike there.”
“Mr. Bagger!” Mike started to protest.
“Shut up,” Bagger snapped before turning to Annabelle and the others. “Get in the SUV.” Several of his men retrieved their weapons and everyone climbed in.
Alex, Annabelle and Paddy slid into the middle seat. Bagger and one of his men got in the front seat, three others in the rear.
Bagger rolled down the window. “I see one car or hear one chopper following us, I start popping people, understand?” He waved to the FBI agents as the vehicle sailed out of the warehouse.
“Where to, Mr. Bagger?” the driver asked.
“Private airport in western Maryland where I had them park the jet. I thought I might need to get away on short notice. I’m calling ahead right now to tell them to warm it up.” He glanced at Annabelle. “I’m sorry to say you three
CHAPTER 77
CARTER GRAY WAS a remarkable fisherman. Only he had not caught the fish he most prized, and that was because he could not find the right bait. He had burned thousands of man-hours and looked at a mountain of digital files until his eyeballs were ready to fall out. And yet for all that trouble he only had one name to show for it: Harry Jedidiah, son of Lesya and Rayfield Solomon, a.k.a. David P. Jedidiah the second.
He had tried to find Oliver Stone’s ragtag band of freaks: the big man and ex-military Reuben Rhodes that Gray remembered from Murder Mountain; the mousy librarian Caleb Shaw who had not been to his home or job at the Library of Congress in recent days; and Milton Farb, the cherubic genius with OCD. Gray had a dossier on each man, and yet they had simply vanished. Farb and Shaw hadn’t used their cell phones and Rhodes didn’t have one registered in his name. And Rhodes had recently moved and left no forwarding address. Nor was wherever he was living listed on any real estate records, because Gray’s men had checked. Still, with Carter Gray’s resources no one should be able to simply vanish. No wonder these terrorist sleeper cells were proving nearly impossible to uncover.
