Hour Game Part 51

CHAPTER 95.

"THIS REALLY HAS BEENa wonderful evening, Sean."

He and Sylvia had returned to the house and were sitting in the small gla.s.s-enclosed patio off the kitchen, observing the bad weather coming in.

"I love watching storms on the lake," she said. "It's even prettier in the daytime, when you can see it come right over the mountain's crest."

She turned to see him staring at her. "What?"

"I was just thinking there's something far lovelier than a storm, and it's sitting right next to me."

She smiled. "Is that a leftover pickup line from your college days?"

"Yes, but the big difference is I mean it now."

They moved closer to each other, his arm went around her shoulders and she rested her head against his chest.

"Like I said before, it's nice to be taken care of for a change," she said.

"You two really make a great couple, you really do."

Sylvia screamed and jerked up. King half rose from the couch before he saw it was pointless with the gun pointed at him. He sat back.

Eddie Battle leaned against the doorway, still in his wet suit, aiming his pistol first at Sean and then at Sylvia. The laser aimer danced across their torsos like a red-hot ember on a puppeteer's string.

"In fact, you're so adorable if I had a camera I'd take a photo."

"What the h.e.l.l do you want, Eddie?"

"What do I want? What do I want, Sean?"

King moved in front of Sylvia as Eddie stepped into the room.

"That's what I asked."

"You know, I like you. I really do. I'm not p.i.s.sed that you're the one who ran me down. It was a nice little battle of wits. In fact, I figured it would be you. That's why I tried to take out you and Mich.e.l.le at your houseboat."

"Why don't you save everybody a lot of trouble and just give yourself up? There's a deputy right outside."

"No, not right outside, Sean," he corrected. "He's at the end of the driveway in his cruiser. I checked. And with the storm howling I could shoot both of you, throw a party, and he'd never even know it."

"Okay, so where does that leave us?"

"That leaves us with both of you coming with me. We're going to take a little spin on the lake."

King edged one hand down and pressed it against the side pocket of his jacket. His new cell phone was in that pocket.

"On the lake? There's a lightning storm!" said Sylvia.

King felt the number pad through his coat.Keep him occupied, Sylvia.

As if she could read his thought, she said, "And you can't get away by water."

"I'm not trying to get away. I gave up on that notion a long time ago."

King found the speed dial number he wanted, pressed it, then felt for and pushed the call b.u.t.ton. He would have to time this just right.

As soon as he heard the call go through and the voice started to say h.e.l.lo, he shouted, "d.a.m.n it, Eddie, this is crazy. What, you're into kidnapping now?"

"Yeah, I was getting tired of just killing. Let's go."

"We're not getting in your boat and that's it."

Eddie lined up his laser aimer on Sylvia's forehead. "Then I'll just shoot her right here. It's up to you. I don't really give a s.h.i.+t."

"Just take me, then," said King.

"That's not part of the plan, old pal.Both of you." of you."

"Where're you taking us?"

"And spoil the surprise?" In one terrifying instant the countenance of a man who'd slaughtered nine people confronted them. "Now, Sean. Right now."

For some reason that wasn't even apparent to her, after leaving Savannah Mich.e.l.le had gone over to Eddie's studio to look around. She didn't believe for a minute that the man was lurking around his home; there were armed police everywhere and Eddie was no fool. But as she went from painting to painting, she couldn't help but wonder how a man who'd killed so many could have done such beautiful work. It didn't seem possible that the same mind and body could house such an artist and such a terrifying killer. She shuddered and hugged herself. To think she'd had feelings for him. What did that say about her judgment? Her perception of other people? How could she trust her instincts ever again? This horrible thought put a burn in her belly. She bent over, suddenly dizzy and nauseous; she wedged her forearms against her thighs as she fought the urge to collapse.

G.o.d, how could you have been so d.a.m.n blind?But then she remembered what was said about some of the most famous killers in history. That they didn't look or act like murderers. They were charming, fun to be around; you felt compelled to like them. That was the most frightening aspect of all.They were you and they were me.

She straightened back up when her phone rang. She answered it but no one said anything. And then she heard King's voice screaming something, only one word of which she really caught. But it was enough.

"Eddie!"

Still listening and piecing together what was happening at the other end of the wireless connection, she looked around, spotted a hard-line phone on a table next to one of Eddie's easels and called Todd Williams.

"They're at Sylvia's-at least I think they are."

"Holy s.h.i.+t. But there's a deputy with Sean."

"He may already be dead."

"I'm on my way."

"Me too."

Mich.e.l.le put the cell phone to her ear as she raced back to the Battle mansion. She sprinted to her room, grabbed her truck keys and ran back outside. She was about to jump in her truck but then stopped and ran back inside. She hurtled to Savannah's room and threw open the door. Savannah was on her bed. She jumped up when Mich.e.l.le burst in. Mich.e.l.le covered the speaker hole of her phone so nothing she said would reach Eddie Battle's ears.

"My G.o.d, what is it?" asked Savannah.

"I need your phone."

"What?"

"Give me your d.a.m.n cell phone!"

Seconds later Mich.e.l.le was climbing in her truck, her phone still pressed to her ear, straining to hear anything that might help her figure out where Sean was.

Wait a minute.She heard something. What was it?

"Boat!" Sean was asking where Eddie was taking them on the boat. She heard that clearly.

She punched in the numbers on the phone she'd taken from Savannah.

"Todd, they're on a boat on the lake."

"A boat! Where the h.e.l.l did Eddie get a boat?"

"There's a bunch of them at the dock here. Including a really fast one."

"s.h.i.+t!"

"Todd, do you have a boat?" she asked frantically.

"No. I mean the Game and Inland Fisheries people have one, but I'm not sure where it is right now."

"Well, that's just great!" Mich.e.l.le thought quickly.Idiot. Of course. Of course.

"How fast can you get here?"

"What, uh, ten minutes," answered Williams.

"Make it five and meet me at the Battles' dock. It's a hike, but there's a golf cart you can take. The path is lighted, and there are signs pointing the way."

"But what about you?"

"What about me what!" she cried out.

"Don't you need the cart?"

"It'll just slow me down. Now listen really carefully, on your way here you need to get on the horn to the Game people, find that boat and get some armed men out onto the water. Make sure you lock down all roads that have lake access. And call the FBI and the state police and get a chopper up here with a big searchlight p.r.o.nto. Tell them to roll out SWAT or Hostage Rescue. We're going to need some snipers."

"That'll all take time, Mich.e.l.le."

"Which we have none of, so just do it!"

"It's a big lake. Over five hundred miles of sh.o.r.eline. Lots of places to hide."

"Thanks for the pep talk. Just get your a.s.s here."

She clicked off, jumped out of her truck, ran around behind the house and raced at the top of her speed down to the dock along the lighted path. She kept listening on her phone for helpful sounds, but all she could hear was a roar. If they were in the boat, the engines would drown everything else out.

She reached the dock, hit a switch, and the entire area blazed with light. At that instant an enormous streak of horizontal lightning shot across the sky followed by a snap of thunder so loud she put her hands to her ears.

Her gaze immediately caught the empty slip. "s.h.i.+t, he's in the FasTech."

She got back on the phone. "Todd, he's in a Formula FasTech. A thirty-five-footer, white with a red-"

"I know that make of boat. You got any idea of the engines that thing's got?"

"Yeah, twin Mercs, five hundred horses each with kick-a.s.s Bravo screws. If you're not here in three minutes, I leave without you." She clicked off.

"Okay, what do we got?" she asked herself as she ran from slip to slip. Sea-Doos were nimble and fast but they had no running lights, and she couldn't exactly see big Todd being able to either hang on to her while she drove or else maneuver one by himself. Plus, after the lopsided road duel with Roger Canney, if it came down to a battle of the boats, she wanted a little more beef on her side.

She stopped at the big Sea Ray performance cruiser berthed in one slip. It clearly couldn't match the FasTech in speed, but it was a big boat with big engines-that's all she needed. She shot the lock off the storage shed, went in, found the keys for the Sea Ray and the remote for the lift the Sea Ray was on and got the boat ready.

Todd Williams came flying up in the golf cart minutes later. He grabbed a life jacket and climbed on board.

"I got hold of everybody. The Game folks are putting their boat in at Haley Point Bridge, that's fifteen miles upriver. Both the FBI and the state police are sending choppers and snipers just as fast as they can. I got roadblocks setting up at all lake access roads."

"Good. Now take this and listen carefully. Sean may give us some clues as to where they are." Williams took the phone and held it to his ear.

Mich.e.l.le hit reverse throttle, and they sped backward out of the slip so fast Williams fell against the gunwale and almost pitched over the side.

Righting himself, he said, "s.h.i.+t, Mich.e.l.le, do you know how to drive this thing? It's not a d.a.m.n rowboat."

"I'm a fast learner. Sylvia's house-tell me approximately how far it is from here and the compa.s.s heading."

Todd gave her his best estimate, and she swiftly calculated time, distance and route. Actually, while at the Secret Service she'd become quite an accomplished sailor, piloting everything from cigarette boats while guarding former presidents with a love for bone-jarring speed on the water to docile paddleboats with said former presidents' grandchildren as her very precious pa.s.sengers.

"Okay, hold on."

She pointed the bow out to the open channel and slammed the throttle all the way forward. The big Sea Ray groaned a bit at first, like it was waking up. But then its props cut hard into the water, spitting it in all directions. Its bow rose up in the air like a cagey bronco ready to relieve its rider of his perch, and the boat took an enormous leap forward. They were fully on plane within seconds, and the boat blasted right through forty knots as Mich.e.l.le headed directly into the jaws of the approaching storm on a twenty-thousand-acre lake without having any idea where she was supposed to be going.

CHAPTER 96.

"COME ON, WHERE ARE YOU TAKINGus, Eddie?" King called out over the sounds of the twin Mercs mixed with the thunderstorm.

He was bound hand and foot with fis.h.i.+ng line and was lying on his side on the deck next to the captain's chair. Sylvia sat in the stern seat, similarly bound, as Eddie drove standing up, the wind whipping his thick hair around.

"What do you care? It's not like there's a return ticket from this trip."