End Game (Will Robie #5)(61)

“Some life,” said Robie.

“You think we have it any better?” replied Reel.

When they got back to the hotel in Grand, there was a package waiting for them.

“Bomb?” said Reel.

Robie opened the package. Inside were their pistols and phones.

“Where the hell did these come from?” asked Reel.

“There’s a note.”

Robie unfolded the slip of paper and read off it. “From a friend on the inside. Phones clean. Dolph laying low. DS.”

“Dwight Sanders,” said Reel. “He said he had someone on the inside with Dolph. They must have gotten our stuff back somehow.”

“And Dolph is lying low. Well, that’s something positive and might give us some breathing room,” said Robie.

They finally hit the sack after what was, even for them, an eventful day.





CHAPTER





35


“This doesn’t look good,” said Reel.

It was the next morning and they had just walked out of the hotel in Grand.

Valerie Malloy was climbing out of her Mustang. When the sheriff saw them she immediately rushed forward and confronted them.

“We found your truck shot to shit and you weren’t inside it. Derrick happened on it a few hours ago and radioed it in. I’ve been calling your cells ever since.”

“We had our phones turned off,” said Robie.

Malloy got right in his face. “Cut the crap and tell me what’s going on. This is my town and I’m responsible for what goes on.”

“Okay, you want to discuss it here or back at the station?” said Robie.

In answer Malloy got in her cruiser and pulled out so fast Robie had to jump out of the way.

They followed on foot.

Inside the station they found Derrick Bender making some coffee.

“Glad to see you folks are okay,” he said.

“Yeah, we are too,” said Reel.

Malloy stepped out of her office. “In here. Let’s have that powwow. You too, Derrick. And bring some coffee.”

Reel and Robie followed Malloy back into her office. They stared at each other until Bender came in with four cups of coffee on a tray.

“Everybody okay with black?” he asked.

“Works for me,” said Reel, and Robie nodded.

They all took sips and then Malloy pounced. “I thought we were going to be working this investigation together. But so far, you both have left us completely out of the loop.”

“Not our intent, Sheriff,” said Reel.

“It sure as hell is,” countered Malloy. “Now, I need to know everything you’ve found out since we last spoke. And I mean everything. There’s shit going on around here and I will not be left out of the loop.”

Robie glanced at Reel and then looked back at Malloy. “Okay, we’ll start from the beginning and go forward. How’s that sound?”

“Don’t leave anything out.”

It took over thirty minutes, but between them Reel and Robie filled the pair in on what had happened. But they left out the part about Holly’s and Luke’s deaths and the FBI’s being behind the King’s Apostles.

“So they kidnapped you,” said Malloy. “And tried to get Reel to murder you?”

“That’s the gist of it,” admitted Robie.

“Then we can nail those bastards,” said Bender.

“With what?” asked Robie. “You and Bender and a few state cops who obviously want no part of those pricks? They’ve got over a hundred men there and they’re loaded for bear. And they’ll have gotten rid of any evidence, so it becomes our word against theirs.”

“And nailing those bastards is not our job,” added Reel. “Our job is to find Roger Walton. And our leads keep disappearing. Lamarre was our best shot and we have no idea where he is. So we’re back at square one. We don’t have time to be embroiled in a criminal trial.”

“But it could be that Dolph and his skinheads took Walton,” suggested Malloy.

“It could be, but we were there and saw no evidence of that. And like what happened with us, by now they would have covered any trace of that.”

“If you broke out of his place, he’s going to be coming for you.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” said Robie.

“And you can’t guarantee our safety, we know,” said Reel. “But we’ve got this.”

“Look, you want to find Walton. I want to help you do that.”

Reel said, “Okay, got any ideas on where we go from here?”

“Well, now that I have no idea where my sister is, I can focus my energies on coming up with some. I just hope to God she’s safe.”

At these words, Reel looked away.

Robie said, “A white panel van. It stopped at Clyde’s for gas. Lamarre was working that night. He saw what he saw.”

Bender said, “Well, if they stopped for gas, then I guess they were either starting out from here and going a long distance or else they were coming from somewhere and had to stop and fill up before they got there.”

Reel looked impressed. “That’s a good point.”

He smiled shyly. “I have ’em on occasion.”