Using the truck as a shield, Knox and Stone sprinted off, hurtling into the woods. The men raced after them, taking aim with their weapons.
Running next to Stone, Knox snapped, 'What the hell is going on?'
'Your timing was as bad as my selection of towns to hide out in.' Stone glanced behind them. 'Look out.' He grabbed Knox by the sleeve and pulled him off the path they were on. A moment later a shotgun blast ripped the limb off a tree that Knox had been next to.
Knox pointed his pistol over his head and fired four shots in a wide swath to buy them some time. The only thing it bought was a barrage of bullets, one of which burned a crease in Knox's right arm but didn't go in.
'Damn it!' He clutched his wounded limb but kept running.
In a flash Stone grabbed the pistol from his hand, whirled around and emptied the clip at the men coming for them. He hit one of them and placed his shots so well that the other pursuers were forced to take cover.
Stone said, 'This way, quick!'
They cut across a gulley, hit the asphalt road, crossed it in three leaps and plunged into the woods on the other side.
'How's the arm?'
'I've had worse.'
'Got another clip?' Stone asked.
Knox dug in his pocket and flipped it to him. 'Damn sorry I took your gun now.'
'Me too.' Stone slapped the ammo clip in and held the gun ready.
'We can't outrun them,' Knox said, panting, even as he nervously eyed the gun in Stone's hand.
'No, we can't. They look a lot younger than we are.'
'You're a damn good shot.'
'I don't think it'll matter this time.'
'You are John Carr, aren't you?'
'He's dead.'
'I'll take that as a yes.'
Another bullet blast came at them, forcing them to turn east. They raced up a slope, both men's breaths coming in gasps now even as they slowed. Stone slipped on some mud and fell down. Knox stooped and helped him up.
They were nearly at the top of the hill.
Stone said, 'Get behind that tree, Knox. We've got some high ground here and I don't want to waste it.'
Knox took cover and watched as Stone nimbly scaled an oak, shimmied out onto a thick branch, took aim and when the first man appeared out of the brush he opened fire. The man yelled out and went down. Two other men appeared behind him. When they raised their weapons, Stone shot one of them in the leg. A moment later a barrage of gunfire erupted from the woods. Stone returned it, spraying shots all across the front of the tree line. He jumped to the ground, rejoined Knox and handed him back the gun.
Knox looked surprised. 'You do understand that I'm here to arrest you for the murders of Carter Gray and Senator Simpson?'
'Yeah, I do.'
'So why are you giving me back my gun?'
'Because it's empty.'
They ran hard, or as hard as two middle-aged men could manage over hilly terrain.
Knox said, 'Shit!'
Up ahead they heard the men coming.
'They outflanked us,' Stone gasped.
They stopped running as four men with shotguns broke through the brush and took aim. Behind them four more men stood, panting, guns fixed on them.
Knox held his pistol up in a surrender position. 'Would it make a difference if I told you I'm a federal agent with a shitload of backup heading your way?'
One of the men placed a shot that came within an inch of taking off Knox's right ear.
'That answer your question?' the shooter said. 'Now put your gun down real slow.'
For a number of reasons Stone had half expected to see Tyree standing there, but he didn't recognize this guy.
'I'm just here to take this man into custody,' Knox said, indicating Stone. 'I don't give a damn what else is going on.'
'Right, and then we just go about our business and trust you and your friend to keep quiet. Drop the gun, I ain't asking again.'
Knox bent down and placed his pistol on the ground. One of the men stepped forward and pocketed it along with his wallet and cell phone. They did the same with Stone.
The man who'd fired the shot flipped open the wallet and checked the ID. He looked up at Knox and slowly shook his head in disbelief. He spoke into a walkie-talkie.
'We got a big problem down here.'
After a minute or so of conversation the man put the walkie-talkie away on a holder on his belt.
'Do we kill 'em here?' one man asked.
'No, we don't kill 'em here,' he snapped. 'We got to get this figured out.' He motioned to his men. 'Tie 'em up.'
They shot forward and expertly bound Knox and Stone together. They carried the pair back to the road, where they were laid facedown in the cargo bed of a pickup truck. It drove off while the other men piled into other vehicles that had pulled up behind the truck.
Five minutes later the truck raced off the road and into a clearing, where it spun to a stop in a swirl of dirt and ripped-up grass.
Stone heard it before Knox did.
'Chopper.'
It landed next to the truck, its prop wash so strong that, roped together as they were, Stone and Knox had a hard time keeping their balance as they were pulled out of the truck and loaded into the aircraft. Two armed men climbed in with them and the chopper lifted off.
'Where are we going?' Knox said.
When the men didn't answer he looked over at Stone. 'Any ideas?'
Stone glanced around the interior of the chopper. He'd only seen one other chopper up here before. 'I think we're going to Dead Rock.'
'What the hell is Dead Rock?'
Stone looked out the window. 'That.'
Knox crowded next to him and gazed down at the lights of the prison.
'Supermax prison,' Stone volunteered.
'Why the hell are drug runners taking us to a super-' Knox broke off, his face ashen. 'We're screwed.'
'Yes, we are.'
CHAPTER 60
AS THE VAN DRIFTED down the street early the next morning, Annabelle, Caleb and Reuben eyed the people walking by on the sidewalks; several of them stared back with suspicion.
'Not a very welcoming lot, are they?' said Caleb.
'Why should they be?' growled Reuben. 'They don't know who we are or what we want. All they know is that we're not from here.'
Annabelle nodded thoughtfully. 'We'll have to tread carefully.'
'We may not have time to tread carefully,' Reuben pointed out. 'Knox had a big head start. He might have already gotten to Oliver for all we know.'
