John Sandford - Escape Clause

The ninth book in the Virgil Flowers series, 2016

Peck popped a Xanax, screwed the cap back on the pill tube, peered over the top of the bush and through the chain-link fence, and in a hoarse whisper, asked, You see the other one?

The big man with the rifle whispered, Right by that tree, above the first one. Shes looking down at him.

Get her.

The big man rested the muzzle of the rifle in the V of one of the chain links, pulled the trigger: the rifle made a pop sound, not much louder than a hand clap. They waited, staring into the darkness, then Peck said, Ah, you dumb shit, you missed her. You missed her. She should be down, but shes not. Shes moving.

Might have hit that brush, deflected the shot

Shes moving out in the open. Reload, Peck said.

Im doing it. Get off my back, will ya?

Can you see her now? Peck asked. Shes getting curious about why the guys just lying there.

Pop.

Got her. Saw it hit, the big man said.

Sure shes down? We dont want to make a mistake.

Shes going down now the big man whispered. Im pretty sure.

Peck could smell the nicotine and tar on the other mans breath. The big guy was addicted to Akhtamar Black Flames and almost always had one stuck to his lower lip, but not now. Peck reached out and slapped him on the back of the head and said, I dont want to hear that pretty sure. You know what happens if youre wrong? Were dead men.

You fuckin slap me again and Ill stick the gun butt up your ass and twist it sideways.

A small man, crouched on the other side of the rifleman, said, I saw them get hit. I saw it, man. Both of them. But who knows if it was enough?

They all went silent for a moment, squinting into the dark. Two bodies lay in the short grass, unmoving. The fence was twenty feet high and stouter than a normal chain link-a prison fence. With no sign of movement on the other side, Peck said, Hamlet: cut the fence.

What if theyre faking? The small guy had half circles under his eyes, so dark they looked like broken blue poker chips.

Youre the one who said they got hit, Peck said. The soapy touch of Xanax was slipping into his brain.

The small guy said, Maybe we oughta split. Im not feeling so sure about this.

Were here. Its done. Cut the fuckin fence, Peck said.

Hamlets side-cutters made a grunt sound as he snipped each piece of wire. Grunt-grunt-grunt. Theyd come well equipped: they wore rubber kitchen gloves and black clothing and trucker hats and, in addition to the gun, had brought a roll of black duct tape theyd use to put the fence back together when they left.

Hamlet was cutting a wide oval in the fence, leaving it hinged on one side. Hed gotten halfway around the oval when the big man, Hayk, hissed and touched his brothers arm and whispered, Someones coming.

They sank into the brush and Hayk moved the muzzle of the rifle around until it pointed out at the perimeter road. Twenty seconds later, a man in a gray uniform ambled along the road, looking at nothing in particular, talking to himself.

When he was directly opposite them, forty feet away, they heard him say, I told him not to give her the money. Shell blow it on herself. Thats what shell do, and you know it. It wont get to your mom. She doesnt care about your mom

Peck realized that the security guard was wearing an earpiece and was talking into a cell phone. He lost the thread of what the man was saying as he disappeared around the curve of the frontage road. When the guard was well out of earshot, Hamlet whispered, I think he had a gun.

No, he didnt-I checked that out, Peck said.

Not in the middle of the night.

The guards are not armed, Peck said.

Hayk said, Ham, keep cutting. Were almost there.

Hamlet went back to cutting and, two minutes later, pulled open the cut curve of fencing, like a gate.

Peck said, Go on. Crawl through there.

Why dont you crawl there? Hamlet asked.

Peck had no immediate answer for that, and the Xanax now had a good grip on him, so he said, All right, I will. Hold the fence. Hamlet pulled the fence farther back. When Peck was through, he turned to Hayk and said, Give me the gun.

Not loaded.

Thats okay, Im gonna use it as a poker.

Hayk handed him the gun and Peck crawled fifteen feet to the first body and poked it with the guns muzzle. No reaction. That was a good thing. The other body was ten feet farther on. He poked that one, too, got no response.

He turned around and whispered, Were good.

Told ya, Hamlet said, too loud.

Peck whispered, Shut up, you fuckin moron. Get the dollies in here.

Hayk pushed the dollies through the hole in the fence and rolled them over to the bodies. The dollies were the kind used by garden shops, with a flat bed and wide soft wheels.

Goddamn, heavier than hell, Hayk said, as they lifted the first body onto a dolly. They couldnt see much farther than fifteen or twenty feet away, and the moon didnt help: it sat right on the western horizon and splashed a silvery light off the trees around them. The contrast made it hard to discern shapes and movement.

Gonna have to push them through the fence one at a time, right out to the perimeter, Peck said. Despite the Xanax, he was sweating heavily, not from the hot summer night, but from fear. He could smell the stink of it on himself.

They loaded the second body on the second dolly and pushed them one at a time through the fence. Then Peck and Hayk dragged the dollies through the brush to the edge of the perimeter road, while Hamlet pulled the fence back into its original configuration and taped some of the cut ends together with strips of the black duct tape. Five quick repairs and the fence looked like new, in the night, anyway.

When Hamlet joined the others out at the perimeter road, Peck said, Im going to scout. When you see the laser, bring them.

They nodded and he moved slowly along the edge of the perimeter road, where he could quickly step into the brush if he needed to. Peck had planned the whole operation and he knew there were only a couple of night guards. From that point of view, having a guard pass by only minutes before was a good thing, if a little unnerving. That meant the other guard was a half mile away, and the one theyd seen probably wouldnt be back around for an hour or more.

The perimeter road curved gently to Pecks right. When hed gotten to the exit point and had seen nobody, he stepped out to the roads edge, took a laser pointer from his chest pocket, aimed it back toward Hayk and Hamlet, and played the red dot across their hiding place.

A minute later, in the ambient light from the parking lot, he saw them move out onto the road, pulling the dollies with their motionless loads. They moved slowly at first, and then more urgently, and finally began to trot.

The tires were almost, but not quite, silent; there was no one but Peck to hear them. When Hayk and Hamlet came up, Peck led them across the road to another chain-link fence, which theyd already cut. They rolled the dollies through the fence, down a mild slope to the edge of a grassy yard, with a darkened house eighty feet away. They waited there while Hamlet repaired the second fence, this time with silver duct tape. A scummy pond lay off to their left, home to any number of green-and-black frogs. Earlier in the summer, when they were making scouting trips, the frogs had been croaking their froggy asses off. Now that Peck could use the covering noise, they were resolutely silent.