Whispers in the Dark (KGI #4)(52)

“Run!” Nathan urged.

They fled down the passageway. She hit the bottom rung of the ladder and started to scramble up, but Nathan grabbed her ankle.

“Get your gun up. I’ll cover you from behind. Don’t hesitate to shoot. I’ll be right behind you.”

She gripped the pistol tighter and then hauled herself up the rungs. At the top she only hesitated a moment before she leaped through the opening and rolled rapidly away, her gun up.

Seeing no one, she called down to Nathan, “All clear!” But he was already pulling himself over the edge.

“Get to the jeep. They won’t be far behind.”

She got up and ran.

When they got to where Nathan had parked the jeep, to her surprise, he directed her toward the driver’s seat. “How are you behind the wheel?”

“I can drive.”

“You’ll know the area better than I do. Get us the hell out of here and I’ll try to keep any heat off us.”

She jumped into the driver’s seat, still holding the pistol in her left hand. She keyed the ignition and roared onto the bumpy path leading back to the highway.

“Any particular destination?” she yelled.

“Just keep off the main roads and get us as far from here as possible. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

She spun gravel and dirt in a wide arc when she turned onto the highway. She pressed the accelerator to the floor and checked her rearview mirror for any sign they were being followed.

As they approached the driveway to her parents’ house, a black SUV shot forward to block the road. She slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel to the left to avoid a collision.

She hit the ditch on the opposite side and nearly flipped. The jeep went up on two wheels and she wrestled for control. The jeep came down with enough force to jar her teeth and she rammed her foot to the floor once more.

Nathan jerked around in his seat, leaned out the window and fired off several rounds. Glass shattered in one of the SUV’s windows and a tire blew as the vehicle attempted to execute a turn around to pursue them.

“Nice shot,” Shea yelled.

“Keep driving. I’m sure they have more than one vehicle.”

She glanced in the rearview mirror to see yet another SUV barreling up on them. “Yeah. I’d say you’re right about that.”

She rounded a sharp corner and did a double take when a Suburban crossed the center lane, then veered into her lane before easing back over just enough to straddle the dotted line.

“I’ve always sucked at chicken.”

“Huh?” Nathan said without turning around. He squeezed off another set of rounds.

Shea gripped the pistol in one hand, leaned as far to the left as she could while still maintaining control of the jeep and began firing at the oncoming SUV.

That got Nathan’s attention. He jerked around just as the windshield exploded on the SUV and it veered wildly to the right after one of the front tires came apart, tossing pieces of rubber in all directions.

Shea passed on the left after yelling at Nathan to duck. Surprisingly, he didn’t offer a single argument. Once they were past, he rose cautiously back up and glanced over at her, a glimmer of a smile curving his lips.

“You’re such a badass. I like that about you.”

“They off our tail?”

“Yes, ma’am. All clear, at least for now. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

She glanced sideways at him. “You got a plan?”

“Yeah. It’s time to call in reinforcements.”

CHAPTER 22

SHEA drove steadily east, keeping to smaller roads as Nathan had directed. It had been hard for her not to hit the interstate at the first opportunity. Wouldn’t their pursuers expect them to stick to rural roads? Wouldn’t it be safer on the interstate where there were more cars?

Trying to psychoanalyze a faceless enemy had left her exhausted and on edge. She kept constant look out the rearview mirror until her neck ached from all the back and forth.

“Pull over,” Nathan said.

Startled, she glanced over at him.

He pointed to the sign for an upcoming gas station. “Pull in there so we can get gas, but first, we’ll switch so that I’m driving. I want you to stay in the passenger seat and pretend to be asleep. There’s a blanket and a cap. Pull it low over your face and cover up with the blanket. You’ve got cuts from the glass. I don’t want to raise any suspicions, nor do I want anyone to get a good look at you.”

She pulled to the side of the road and they hurriedly rotated. He handed her the blanket and arranged the cap over her hair, pulling it low so her eyes weren’t visible. After he was satisfied that she was sufficiently covered, he pulled back on the highway.

A few moments later, the jeep slowed.

“We’re pulling in. Keep still and pretend you’re asleep. I’ll pay the guy in cash so I don’t have to get out.”

Though she remained still as he’d directed, she kept watch from half-lidded eyes as an attendant walked over to pump their gas. Nathan rolled the window down, put a finger to his lips and then handed the man some money.

Nathan rolled the window back up and settled back in his seat. To anyone else, he looked relaxed, but Shea knew better. His eyes were in constant motion, looking left, right, ahead, and then checking all the mirrors.