CHAPTER 98
'PLEASE, GOD, DON'T DO IT.' Sylvia was on her knees, head flush against the top of a rotted stump, with Eddie's knee in the middle of her back holding her in this position.
'Please,' she continued to wail. 'Please.'
'Shut up!'
'Why are you doing this? Why?'
He stuffed his pistol in the gear belt he'd put on in the boat and pulled out a black hood from the inside of his wet suit. He donned the hood, adjusting the eye holes so he could see. It wasn't the circle-with-crosshairs one the police had confiscated, but it would do just fine for this impromptu execution.
He swung up the ax in one strong hand.
'Any last words?'
Sylvia was nearly unconscious with pain and fear. She started to mutter something.
Eddie laughed. 'Are you praying? Shit! Fine, you had your chance.'
He raised the ax over his head. Yet before he could bring it down on her neck, the handle of the ax exploded.
'Helluva shot, Maxwell,' muttered Williams as they hurtled forward.
If they thought Eddie was simply going to surrender, they quickly saw that wasn't the case.
He jumped sideways, far enough to reach a steep incline, and he rolled and slid down to the bottom. He was up in an instant and sprinted off.
King ran up to Sylvia and cradled her.
'It's okay, Sylvia,' gently whispered King. 'You're okay.'
There was a flash of motion.
'Michelle!' screamed out King. 'Don't!'
She cleared the crest, rolled down and hit the bottom. Up just as fast as Eddie, she sprinted after him.
'Damn it,' screamed King. He handed Sylvia over to Williams and raced after his partner.
As King ran along, he could only tell where he was heading when the pitch-blackness was lit by lightning. Or when he heard the crash of footsteps up ahead.
'Why the hell are you doing this?' he called out to Michelle even though he knew she couldn't hear him.
After spending the last hour with Eddie Battle he had no desire to ever go near the man again unless he was behind bars with twelve guards surrounding him. And maybe even then he'd take a pass.
He stopped suddenly because the sounds up ahead had ceased.
'Michelle?' he hissed. 'Michelle?' He gripped his pistol and swung it in arcs, periodically looking over his shoulder in case Eddie had circled around to rear-flank him.
Up ahead Michelle was staring at a clump of brush with great intensity. She glanced down every so often to see if the tiny red light was dancing across her body. She eased her pistol's muzzle through a small gap in the wild holly bush she was hidden behind and parted its branches slightly. There was slight movement to her right, but it turned out to be a squirrel.
She heard a noise behind her and whipped around.
'Michelle?'
It was King, about twenty feet away. He'd taken a different path and was separated from her by a wall of bramble.
'Stay back,' she said between clenched teeth. 'He's stopped right up ahead.'
She turned and waited. One lightning flash; that was all she needed. She edged around the bush, backtracked a bit and then slowly made her way down and around with the goal of coming up behind Eddie.
The flash of lightning. She heard the noise to her right. She pivoted and fired in the same instant. There was an explosion in front of her as a spark of red-hot light erupted for an instant and then vanished.
She couldn't know it, but Eddie had at the same time been circling around her and had fired at the exact same instant as she. Beating odds of probably a billion to one, the two bullets had collided, causing the explosive spark she'd seen.
Eddie hit her low and hard, driving the breath right out of her before drilling her into the dirt almost face-first. It was a textbook tackle. Mud, leaves and twigs were pushed so far into her mouth she could barely breathe. Michelle twisted her body around and tried to kick at him, but he was on top of her pinning her down. He was unbelievably strong; she couldn't come close to breaking his iron grip with her fingers; it was like a child trying to escape from her daddy. She tried to get up, but she didn't have nearly the strength to do it with his 220-plus pounds clenched around her.
And then everything relaxed. The weight was lifted. She was free, and Michelle knew she'd just died at the hands of Eddie Lee Battle. She turned to see his face peering down at her, smiling at what he'd just done.
Only he wasn't looking at her. She sat up, scooted away from him and only then saw what he was staring at.
King was standing there. Both hands were around his pistol grips, the weapon pointed directly at Eddie, who was backing away a little. King's clothes were torn to shreds and his face and hands bloodied from where he'd fought through the bramble to reach them.
'I wouldn't have killed her, Sean.'
King was trembling with rage. 'Yeah, right, you bastard.'
Eddie continued to back away, his hands up.
'Another step, and you get it between the eyes, Eddie.'
Eddie stopped, but he started to lower his hands.
'Keep 'em up,' barked King.
Michelle rose and looked around for her pistol.
'Hey, Sean, just go ahead and shoot,' said Eddie wearily. 'Save the state a lot of money housing me on death row.'
'We're not doing it that way.'
'Just do it, Sean. I'm beat, man. I got nothing left.'
'You'll make it. Have no fear.'
'You think so?'
'In fact, I'll bet you-'
'The hell you say, you're on-'
Eddie leaped, his hand sliding to his back; he pulled the pistol.
Michelle screamed.
The shot was fired.
King walked over and looked down at Battle lying there. He kicked the pistol away with his foot, stared at the blood pouring down from Eddie's shoulder where the bullet had impacted before exiting out the man's back.
'I won the bet this time, Eddie.'
Eddie smiled weakly up at him. 'Just one tick off, man. One tick off.'
CHAPTER 99
EDDIE BATTLE PLEADED GUILTY TO every murder he'd committed. In return for fully cooperating with the authorities and answering all their questions, and because there was some doubt as to his mental stability, his
