“Hey, that’s not bad, Danny.”
“Thanks.”
“That would be about, what? Eighteen hours from the ranch? Just two nights’ driving. And that’ll bring you closer to my position. Didn’t the McKinleys used to keep a Suburban out there?”
“We can’t steal their car, Kevin.”
In the darkness, though more than a thousand miles apart, Alex felt like she was exchanging a loaded glance with Kevin. And maybe an eye roll – on his part, at least.
“We’ll talk about finding a car later. Tell the Oleander to take better care of her face next time. We’re going to need it.”
“Yes, because I’m sure she so enjoys having people beat it bloody that it will be hard for her to quit.”
“Yeah, yeah. Call me if you have any troubles. I’ll make contact when I know more about our friends in Washington.”
Kevin disconnected. Daniel stared at the phone for a minute before putting it away. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“How are you holding up?” she asked.
“Nothing feels real.”
“Let me see your hand.”
He stretched his left arm out to her, and she took his hand with her right. His temperature was warmer than hers. She felt his wrist, and the pulse seemed even. The scratches and punctures on his palm were shallow; they’d already stopped bleeding on their own. She glanced over at him and then looked back to the road. It was too dark to be able to assess his coloring with any degree of certainty.
“What was that?” he asked as she released his hand.
“Looking for signs of shock. Do you feel nauseated?”
“No. But then, I kind of feel as if I should, if you know what I mean. Like I will when I can process everything.”
“Let me know if you start to feel dizzy, faint, or cold.”
“You feel cold. Are you sure you’re not going into shock?”
“Not entirely, I suppose. If I feel dizzy, I’ll pull over and you can drive.”
He reached over, took her gloved hand off the wheel, and held it loosely, letting their arms dangle in the space between seats. He took another deep breath. “I heard all those shots, so close together, and I thought —”
“I know. Thanks for staying in the car like I asked. It’s good to know I can trust you.”
He didn’t say anything.
“What?” she asked.
“Well, when you put it like that,” he said, sounding ashamed, “I don’t really want to admit this… but I did get out for a few minutes. I was about to go into the house, but Einstein stopped me. And then I realized that one way or another, things were decided inside, and if they had got you, my best bet to kill the bastards would be from the Humvee. I wasn’t going to let them walk away, Alex. Not a chance.”
She squeezed his hand lightly.
“Do you remember what Kevin told me before, about visualization?”
She shook her head. It sounded only vaguely familiar.
“We were at the shooting range for the first time, and I said I didn’t think I could shoot another person.” He laughed a dark little chuckle. “He told me to visualize someone I cared about in danger.”
As he spoke, it came back clearly. “Ah.”
“Well, I get it now. And he was right. The second I realized someone had killed Arnie and that he was coming for you next…” He shook his head. “I didn’t realize I was capable of feeling so… primal.”
“I told you that you would get in touch with your instincts,” she said lightly. The joking tone, recalled from that day at the range, felt all kinds of wrong the instant the words were out. Her voice was somber when she added, “I wish it hadn’t happened like this.”
He squeezed her hand this time. “It’s going to be okay.”
She made an effort to focus. “So, where exactly are we headed?”
“Tallahassee. We did a couple of Christmases there when we were kids. Some family friends kept a place there so they could get out of the snow. They must have liked their privacy, because the cabin is in the middle of nowhere. It’s not actually on the lake, but it’s swampy, and the mosquitoes will be murder this time of year.”
“You should be in real estate. You’re sure no one will be there?”
“I haven’t seen the McKinleys since my parents’ funeral, but they never went south in the summertime during all the years I knew them. It was always just their winter spot.”
“Well, we might as well head that way as any other. If that cabin won’t work, maybe we can find something else that’s empty.”
She saw a sign for State Highway 70, heading north.
“We’ll have to turn east, go through Oklahoma City, then down through Dallas. It’ll be good, if anyone’s looking, to be headed back into Texas. Makes us look innocent.”
“We only defended ourselves.”
“That won’t matter. If we got picked up for what just happened, the police would have to take us in. Even if we explained every detail and they believed every word – which is unlikely, to put it mildly – they’d still have to put us in a cell for a while. It wouldn’t take long. The people who hired the hit men would have no trouble getting to us in jail. We’d be sitting ducks.”
He felt the tremble in her fingers and rubbed his thumb soothingly across the back of her hand.
“So you’re saying a crime spree is a bad idea right now?”