The Escape (John Puller, #3)(127)

Puller holstered his gun and sat next to Reynolds.

Robert put his gun in his waistband and went to stand next to Knox. “It went down easier than I thought,” he said.

“For me too,” said Knox.

Puller started to examine Reynolds’s wound, drawing up the sleeve of her shirt.

“Uh, Junior?”

Puller was frowning because he couldn’t see— He said, “Knox, where the hell did the round go—”

“John!” exclaimed Robert.

Puller turned to his brother. “What is—”

He stopped.

His brother’s gun was gone from his waistband. It was now in Knox’s hand and pointed at Puller.

In her other hand Veronica Knox had her pistol pressed against Robert’s head.

She smiled apologetically at Puller. “I told you that you couldn’t trust me—Junior.”





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REYNOLDS SLIPPED THE bedcovers off and rose, drawing a Glock nine-mil that she had hidden under the pillow.

She was dressed in jeans and her feet were bare. She pointed her weapon at Puller, who had risen off the bed and backed away. Reynolds took a few moments to wipe the red off her arm using the sheet from the bed.

Finished, she looked at Robert Puller.

“Theatrical stuff,” she said. “Much like what you have on. Nice job, by the way. Never would have recognized you except for the exterior surveillance cameras at my house.”

“So why Russia, Susan?” said Robert. “They don’t need any help, do they? The Middle East is where it’s at, right?”

She said, “Moscow will always have more staying power than the desert rats. The terrorists will get subsumed into rising economies because they have no clue how to run a country or create jobs. People over there care less about Allah and more about having clean water, electricity, and ways to feed their families. But Russia is a real country. With a real army. With real nuclear capability.”

“And you want to side with a country run by a former KGB agent?” retorted Robert.

“As opposed to what? A country run by old white billionaires and their paid lackeys in Washington?”

“The same goes on in Russia. It’s just overtly backed by the government there.”

She slipped on a pair of shoes that were set on the floor next to the bed. “I’m not going to have a geopolitical discussion with you about the validity of my arguments or positions, Robert.”

“You’ve done incalculable damage to this country’s interests, Susan.”

“Well, as they say, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” said Puller quickly.

“Literally what I just said. You think I’ve been working this hard just to kill your brother? He was a piece, a tiny piece of what’s coming.” She smiled. “If you’re still alive, which I doubt, you’ll never forget it.” She glanced at Robert. “On second thought, I might keep you alive just so you can see it.”

Knox pointed her gun down at Puller’s ankle. “Your throwaway. Take it out, muzzle first, and slide it over to Susan.”

Puller lifted his pant leg, drew out the short-barreled pistol, placed it on the floor, and kicked it over to Reynolds, who reached down and scooped it up.

When Puller straightened Knox said, “Anything you want to say to me, Puller?”

He just stared at her.

Robert looked at Reynolds and said, “I’d like to know how you orchestrated all this tonight.”

Reynolds said, “Easy enough. I came up here. Told Veronica. She informed me that she would have you in hand soon and would bring you to me.”

“So you weren’t being followed?” said Robert.

“No,” said Knox. “That’s just what I told you.”

“How long have you two been working together?” asked Robert.

“Not that long, actually,” said Knox. “But it’s been memorable.” She glanced at Reynolds and smiled. “She’s a great persuader.”

Robert said, “But John picked the sides of the house we were going to attack. So how did you know she’d be in the room you were going to be coming in through?”

Knox shoved Robert toward his brother and then put one of the guns in her jacket pocket. She kept the other one pointed at Puller. She reached into her pocket and held up her phone. “I have bars. I called Susan and told her which side I’d be coming in on after Puller made his decision on that. She just crawled on her stomach to that room. And voilà!”

Robert nodded but said nothing. He snatched a glance at his brother, who had still not taken his eyes off Knox.

“Sure there’s nothing you want to say to me, Puller?” asked Knox tauntingly.

Reynolds said, “I don’t think he can come up with the words, Veronica. I can see in his eyes that he never saw this coming.”

Knox said in an annoyed tone, “You know, you could have told me you were going to take out Carter with a bomb. I almost got blown up.”

“Sorry, we had to hurry on that one. And I didn’t know you’d be following him.”

“But why kill Carter?” asked Robert.

“He suspected me,” said Reynolds. “Despite what he might have told your brother, there was going to be an investigation. And that would have been bothersome to me.”