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But what else was he supposed to do?
She swallowed, watching Doyle pull up. Two men sat in the back?—
North and Skeet.The security guys from Jones, Inc. Yes, there was certainly a plan here. She glanced at Sebold, twisted her hands against the straps.
“Stay calm,” Keon whispered.
She wanted to kick him.
Doyle got out and put up his hands. He wore dirt on his shirt, his hands, his jeans. And fury in his blue eyes.
That was new.
“Walk her out here,” he said, looking at Sebold, then at Tia, hard emotion in his eyes.
Keon pushed her forward.
Sebold put up his hand. “Not yet.”
Doyle took a step forward. Pitched his voice low. “I have sixty million dollars’ worth of gold sitting in a bag in the back of my truck. If you want to have any hope of seeing that, you let her walk out here.”
Sebold pulled a gun from under his shirt, and she didn’t know guns, but it seemed lethal enough when he pointed it at her.
“Show me the gold.”
A muscle moved in Doyle’s jaw. “Or we can put you down right here. Right now, I have a sniper aimed at your head. I raise my hand, you die?—”
Sebold turned the gun on Doyle, marched out to him. “Give me my gold.”
Keon’s hold on her arm tightened. “Not yet.”
What—?
Doyle didn’t move. “Go ahead. You shoot me, they drop you right here.”
And that’s when North and Skeet each dropped a duffel bag on the ground in front of them.
Sebold looked at them, then Doyle.
Looked back at Keon and nodded.
Keon walked her outside the gate. She looked at Doyle, but he’d motioned to the guys to bring the bags in.
They set them inside the gate, went to retrieve more.
Doyle pushed the gun aside. “Step back and you’ll get your treasure, Rodrigo.”
Sebold held up his hands and watched as the men delivered two more bags. He glanced at Keon. “Open them.”
Keon let her go but leaned into her ear. “Go to Doyle.”
What?
But as soon as he released her, she took off.
Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed as if Keon stepped between her and Sebold.
She tucked herself behind Doyle.