End Game (Will Robie #5)(75)

“Okay, so when someone robs you, don’t bother calling 911,” snapped Reel. “Handle it on your own.”

Randall patted his gun. “I got no problem with that, hon.”

“Oh, I think you’d have a big problem with that. And don’t pretend otherwise. I mean, isn’t that why you bought your little insurance policy here? So they could protect you from the big, bad riffraff banging on the door to get in?”

His wife stepped forward. “Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know who he is? He could buy and sell you.”

“Hank, why don’t you go on and head out now while I show the Randalls to their quarters?” said Lambert quickly. “I just don’t see the direction of this conversation as being productive.”

The hulking Hank, an AR-15 slung over his shoulder, came forward. “Yes, sir, Mr. Lambert.”

The chauffeur had popped the trunk and was pulling out massive pieces of luggage.

Reel eyed this and turned to the wife. They were about the same height. “Just a piece of advice, hon, in an apocalypse, no one is going to care what you’re wearing.”

Mrs. Randall glared at Reel. “You little bitch!”

Reel moved closer. “I’m someone with a badge, so lose the attitude and go check out your luxury digs while we get on with our petty little lives.”

Reel had turned away when the woman grabbed Reel by the shoulder. “Hey, I’m not finished with you yet.”

Reel moved so fast, it was hard to follow.

She pivoted, kicked out with her right leg, and took out the back of the woman’s knees. Mrs. Randall cried out in pain and fell back on her butt. The next instant Reel was straddling her, pinning her arms to her side.

Randall leapt forward and grabbed Reel by the neck. But a moment later he was lying on his face with Robie’s knee in his back and one hand on his neck, pinning him to the ground. When Randall reached for his gun, Robie blocked him and then leveled his own weapon against the man’s temple.

“You and your wife just assaulted a federal agent. We could arrest you both for that right now. But in the spirit of generosity from the government you loathe, we’ll let it pass. Don’t let there be a second time, because this is your only ‘get out of jail free’ card.”

Malloy squatted down next to Randall. “And that goes double from local law enforcement.”

Reel rose off a gasping Mrs. Randall while Robie removed his knee from her husband’s back. Randall scrambled to his feet while Lambert helped Mrs. Randall to hers. She staggered a bit and grabbed at her right leg.

“I’m gonna sue your ass off!” the woman screamed at Reel. “I think you tore something in my fucking knee.”

“Well, we can always hope,” said Reel.

“Please, everybody,” said Lambert. “Let’s just chill out here.”

“Good idea, Lambert,” said Robie. “Stick ’em both in the chill-out room. I think they could use it.”

He glanced at Hank, who was standing there looking helpless.

“Let’s hit the road,” said Robie.

They all walked toward the SUV. When Robie looked back the Randalls were screaming at Lambert and pointing at Robie and Reel.

As Robie and Reel passed by the chauffeur, the man said under his breath, “You just made my day.”





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42


“Something going on you want to tell me about?”

Reel was looking at Robie in the lobby of their hotel. Hank had just dropped them off. Malloy had walked across the street to the police station to make some calls and check on things.

“About what?” Robie asked.

“You tell me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Robie. “If I had something to tell you, I’d just tell you.”

“Okay,” said Reel, but she didn’t look convinced.

Robie’s phone buzzed and he groaned.

“What?” asked Reel.

“DCI’s office. She wants another update tonight.”

“Well, let’s spend the day trying to get an update for her.”

“Starting where exactly?” asked Robie.

“Everybody who knew about the prisoners in the van has disappeared: JC Parry, Clément Lamarre, and Blue Man.”

“Holly Malloy was connected to that and she didn’t disappear,” pointed out Robie.

“That’s true. But maybe they didn’t know she knew. The others might have done something to show their hand. And maybe they were planning to get to her, but Dolph beat them to it.”

“Okay, but where does that get us?”

In answer Reel pulled out her phone. “How about we get the Agency to dial up a satellite in this part of the sky to see if it saw the van that night and recorded something about it, the license plate, the direction it went, or even the destination?”

“Good idea,” said Robie. “Let’s do it.”

They went up to Reel’s room, where she made the call and laid out what she wanted.

She clicked off and said, “They’re going to see what they can do.”

“How long?”

“You heard me tell them to give it a top priority. I used the DCI update tonight as the stick.”