hand and slid back toward where Stone was heading.
Manson was barely ten feet from Abby. He stopped again to slam in another clip. Alex, Harry and Reuben opened fire, but Manson had wisely taken up cover behind a large rock outcrop. When he came back out with fresh ammo his firepower would overwhelm them at the shortened distance. But clearly Abby would be the first to die.
'Oliver!'
Stone looked up at Knox's shout.
Still cuffed, Knox held up the gun between his feet and Stone nodded. Using his feet like a catapult Knox tossed and Stone caught. He had bare seconds.
'Stay down, Abby,' he warned.
She frantically dug into the earth with bleeding fingers, trying to get as low as possible.
A second later Manson stepped out, the muzzle of the MP-5 searching for and finding her lying feet from him. Alex and the others had no line of fire because of the chunk of mountain lying between Manson and them.
Stone had no direct line of fire from where he was either. The first rule of the sniper was that any unintended movement of gun and shooter would spoil the shot. Steady hand, breath exhaled, heartbeat in the sixties and weapon locked in position against a stable surface-that's how one killed successfully. And Stone had mostly followed those rules in his career as the best assassin the U.S. ever had.
Mostly, but not always. Because sometimes what looked good in planning went to shit in the field. When that happened the merely good and competent failed nine times out of ten.
The best cut those odds down to fifty-fifty.
The very best improvised and upped the percentage of success by twenty points.
And then there was John Carr.
John Carr, who had come back from the dead at least one more time, to save a good woman who did not deserve to die at the hands of a maniac wielding a weapon of mass destruction.
Stone leapt, his pistol arrayed out at the sharpest angle he could hold it and still get a shot off. Manson's finger closed on the trigger.
Stone fired. Joe Knox would later claim that he had seen the damn bullet actually bend around the chunk of rock. No one argued with him.
Manson pulled the trigger and the MP-5 roared. But all the rounds went straight up into the air because there was a massive hole in the side of Manson's neck. The shredded arteries released their rich blood supply high into the air and for several horrifying moments a red rain poured down on the dying Manson. Then he hit the dirt, his one eye open but now as unseeing as the other.
CHAPTER 79
STONE RACED TO ABBY and helped her up. She was scared, but okay.
Alex and Harry Finn were putting a tourniquet on Tyree's leg using a stick and a piece of Finn's jacket. The tall sheriff was sitting up now, grimacing with pain.
Stone and Abby came over to him and she knelt down next to him, took his hand.
'Tyree, are you okay?'
He tried hard not to show the pain. 'Hell, take more than this to get me all worked up.'
The shout made them all turn toward the woods.
Caleb was running back to them. 'Hurry. Hurry.'
They raced after him, Stone and Reuben in the lead. They plowed through the brush and vines.
When Stone saw what Caleb was pointing to, he felt like he had just died. He rushed to the fallen man's side.
'Danny? Danny?'
Danny Riker was lying on his back, a scoped deer rifle in the brush next to him. Stone wasn't focusing on the weapon, but rather on the large splotch of red on Danny's chest.
Danny's eyes focused on him. He managed a smile. 'Don't think I ducked in time,' he said weakly.
Stone looked back over his shoulder toward where Manson lay. That first blast from the MP-5 had hit right here. He turned back and counted no less than three bullet holes in Danny's shirt. And they were placed at locations that Stone knew did not allow for survival, even if they could get him to a hospital in the next few minutes, which they couldn't. He had brought Willie Coombs back from the dead using the juice from a spark plug wire. There would be no such miracle for Danny Riker.
Reuben squatted next to his friend and picked up the rifle. 'He was the one who took out the warden.'
'Damn right,' Danny said, his voice growing stronger for an instant. 'He killed Willie. Told the little son of a bitch what I'd do if he did that.' His hardened features softened. 'Get my ma, will-ya, Ben?'
Stone felt rather than heard the presence behind him. He rose and stared at Abby, whose gaze was only on her son.
'I'm sorry, Abby,' Stone said. 'I'm sorry.'
Blood was spilling out of Danny's mouth. 'Ma?'
She dropped to her knees next to him, taking his hand in hers. The sob burst from her with such force that all the others, who'd clustered somberly around mother and son, felt tears rise to their own eyes. Her features looked like those of a child fleeing a monster in a nightmare. Yet then Abby almost instantly calmed, perhaps sensing that her son needed her to be strong; that her boy's last moments on earth would not be taken up with the sight of a hysterical mother.
'I'm sorry, Ma. For all the stuff.'
Stone knelt and held the young man's other hand. He felt it growing cold.
She said, 'I love you, Danny. I've always loved you more than I loved anything.'
'Shouldn't got mixed up in all this drug stuff. But didn't want to work the mines. And didn't want to take the death money either. You know?'
'I know. I know, baby.' Tears were spilling from them both.
'Didn't have nothing to do with any killing. 'Cept the bastard warden.' Danny's pupils were losing their focus, receding into the white pools of the eyes, as Stone had seen on many a dying man.
'I love you, Danny.'
He looked over at Stone. When he spoke his voice was so weak Stone had to bend close to hear. 'Me and Willie. State champs… Boy caught everything I threw at him. Shoulda played at Tech together. You know?'
'You two were the best, Danny,' Stone said, gripping the cold hand. 'The best.'
'California dreaming, man.'
He turned back to his mother. 'California dreaming…'
Danny's eyes grew hard and flat, and the fingers that had gripped his mother's now fell away. Abby bent down and kissed her son and then wrapped her arms around him. And just held him.
Just held him.
CHAPTER 80
THE CAMEL CLUB sat at Rita's Restaurant. The place was not open for business today, but Abby had insisted that they use it and her home for as long as necessary. Sheriff Tyree was expected to make a full recovery. He had summoned the Virginia State Police, who were currently sorting out the mess in Divine. Since transport of drugs across interstate lines had occurred, the feds had also been called in. Knox and Alex had run interference with their government colleagues and Stone, Annabelle, Caleb, Reuben and Harry were not part of that questioning. Prison guards had been rounded up, bodies collected and other evidence secured. Judge Mosley had been stopped at a small airport in West Virginia trying to board a regional jet for Dulles International Airport with a travel itinerary that included several countries that had no extradition agreement with the United States.
