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Story: The Children of Eve
He hung up. Louis peered at me from the rearview mirror.
“How did it come to this?” he asked.
“Specifically, or in general?”
“I mean us and Ross.”
“Bad luck. Poor judgment. Take your pick.”
“I blame you,” said Louis.
“Rightly so,” I replied. “I blame me too.”
CHAPTERLXXXIII
Night fell. In the woods, and now with us for company, the Fulcis had made themselves comfortable with a flask of fresh coffee, some candy, and a variety pack of Reese’s Puffs and Cinnamon Toast Crunch Treats. The elderly birdwatcher was still seated in her car with the Triton compound in sight.
“How long do we stay here?” asked Angel, who had always regarded the great outdoors as unpromising, if only because there was traditionally nothing in it worth stealing.
“Until they come for Triton,” I said, “or the feds take over, whichever is first.”
I could just make out the shape of the birdwatcher, real or pretend, behind the windshield of her car. The interior light was off but the dashboard radio was glowing. My nose was hurting again, and my ribs too. I swallowed more painkillers and leaned against a tree, because standing was more comfortable than sitting. Perhaps whatever was going to happen wouldn’t occur tonight, but the figure in the car said otherwise. If Triton had intended to move the child, he’d have done so already, and the woman would have been elsewhere. She wasn’t just watching; she was waiting.
An hour passed, then two, then three. The lights were on in the Triton house. Through my Bresser night vision binoculars, I could see three people by the front door, one of them the small, silent man in theAlpha Industries jacket. Two more joined them, a man and a woman. The woman was Zetta Nadeau, and the man, unless I was mistaken, was Wyatt Riggins. He lit a cigarette and said something to Zetta, who left him to walk down the driveway toward her home, entering through the back gate. I tracked her until she was lost from sight. No lights went on in the cottage so she must have been going to her studio. A few minutes later she returned to the main house and went inside. Riggins and the others didn’t pay her any further attention.
Below us, a car started up. The birdwatcher was leaving, but instead of heading toward the main road, she stopped at the front gate of the compound and flashed her headlights. One of the guards began walking in her direction.
“You see that?” I asked Louis.
“Maybe we were mistaken, and she was one of Triton’s people all along,” said Angel.
But I didn’t think so. I shifted the binoculars back to the house. Riggins and Alpha Industries were no longer in sight, but the guard approaching the gate was keeping his body turned slightly to hide his gun and make himself a smaller target. Whoever the woman might be, she wasn’t known to them. Another guard descended to a spot halfway down, where a stone bench offered a modicum of cover.
The first guard was almost at the gate when the car suddenly reversed and shot left, speeding away from the property. The guard paused, staring after it in puzzlement, before spotting an object on the ground in front of him. He bent down to peer more closely at it.
When it came, the explosion caused a flare in my lenses that left me blinking away stars, even as the sound of the blast was oddly muffled. When my vision cleared, I didn’t need the binoculars to see that the guard by the gate was down, and within seconds, we heard the first of the gunfire. I remembered my promise to Macy.
“Give us time to get down there and find Zetta,” I shouted to Tony Fulci, “then call nine-one-one.”
Angel and Louis were already on the move. Despite my busted ribs warning me against it, I went after them.
THREE OF TRITON’S MENwere already lying dead by the time Seeley approached the house. Two of Urrea’s gunmen walked ahead of him, another alongside. The Mexicans on point had taken hits to the torso—Seeley saw them buck at the impacts—but the body armor had held up as they returned fire. Of la Señora, there was no sign. As soon as the device at the gate had gone off, she’d slipped over the low boundary wall and vanished into the shadows. Now, as Seeley reached the first of the dead guards, he saw he had been gutted. Urrea’s gunmen might have killed the others, but this was the woman’s work.
A pair of patio doors stood open before Seeley. The first of Urrea’s men entered, the second close behind. The third was about to follow when a fragment of his skull separated from the rest and he dropped to the patio, taking a chair with him. Nearby, Seeley saw a black-jacketed man only a few inches taller than himself pointing a pistol in his direction. Seeley had just enough time to reflect that this was not how he would have wanted things to end when he heard a click but no discharge. The guard didn’t panic at the misfire, just tossed the gun and reached behind him for a second, but by then Seeley was advancing. He fired and fired until the guard went down, and kept firing until his own weapon clicked empty and he had brought himself back under control.
Seeley followed the others, reloading as he moved into the house, but there was no more gunfire to be heard. Of Urrea’s surviving men, Matías was positioned by the front door, while the second, Rubén, held a Native American woman by the hair. The woman was on her knees and bleeding from a cut to her forehead.
“Who are you?” Seeley asked.
“My name is Madeline Rainbird.”
“Why are you here?”
“I’m a conservator. I’m advising Mr. Triton.”
“Where’s the child?”
“I don’t know.” Rainbird was scared, but she wasn’t crying. Seeley regarded this as admirable under the circumstances. “She was there earlier.”
“How did it come to this?” he asked.
“Specifically, or in general?”
“I mean us and Ross.”
“Bad luck. Poor judgment. Take your pick.”
“I blame you,” said Louis.
“Rightly so,” I replied. “I blame me too.”
CHAPTERLXXXIII
Night fell. In the woods, and now with us for company, the Fulcis had made themselves comfortable with a flask of fresh coffee, some candy, and a variety pack of Reese’s Puffs and Cinnamon Toast Crunch Treats. The elderly birdwatcher was still seated in her car with the Triton compound in sight.
“How long do we stay here?” asked Angel, who had always regarded the great outdoors as unpromising, if only because there was traditionally nothing in it worth stealing.
“Until they come for Triton,” I said, “or the feds take over, whichever is first.”
I could just make out the shape of the birdwatcher, real or pretend, behind the windshield of her car. The interior light was off but the dashboard radio was glowing. My nose was hurting again, and my ribs too. I swallowed more painkillers and leaned against a tree, because standing was more comfortable than sitting. Perhaps whatever was going to happen wouldn’t occur tonight, but the figure in the car said otherwise. If Triton had intended to move the child, he’d have done so already, and the woman would have been elsewhere. She wasn’t just watching; she was waiting.
An hour passed, then two, then three. The lights were on in the Triton house. Through my Bresser night vision binoculars, I could see three people by the front door, one of them the small, silent man in theAlpha Industries jacket. Two more joined them, a man and a woman. The woman was Zetta Nadeau, and the man, unless I was mistaken, was Wyatt Riggins. He lit a cigarette and said something to Zetta, who left him to walk down the driveway toward her home, entering through the back gate. I tracked her until she was lost from sight. No lights went on in the cottage so she must have been going to her studio. A few minutes later she returned to the main house and went inside. Riggins and the others didn’t pay her any further attention.
Below us, a car started up. The birdwatcher was leaving, but instead of heading toward the main road, she stopped at the front gate of the compound and flashed her headlights. One of the guards began walking in her direction.
“You see that?” I asked Louis.
“Maybe we were mistaken, and she was one of Triton’s people all along,” said Angel.
But I didn’t think so. I shifted the binoculars back to the house. Riggins and Alpha Industries were no longer in sight, but the guard approaching the gate was keeping his body turned slightly to hide his gun and make himself a smaller target. Whoever the woman might be, she wasn’t known to them. Another guard descended to a spot halfway down, where a stone bench offered a modicum of cover.
The first guard was almost at the gate when the car suddenly reversed and shot left, speeding away from the property. The guard paused, staring after it in puzzlement, before spotting an object on the ground in front of him. He bent down to peer more closely at it.
When it came, the explosion caused a flare in my lenses that left me blinking away stars, even as the sound of the blast was oddly muffled. When my vision cleared, I didn’t need the binoculars to see that the guard by the gate was down, and within seconds, we heard the first of the gunfire. I remembered my promise to Macy.
“Give us time to get down there and find Zetta,” I shouted to Tony Fulci, “then call nine-one-one.”
Angel and Louis were already on the move. Despite my busted ribs warning me against it, I went after them.
THREE OF TRITON’S MENwere already lying dead by the time Seeley approached the house. Two of Urrea’s gunmen walked ahead of him, another alongside. The Mexicans on point had taken hits to the torso—Seeley saw them buck at the impacts—but the body armor had held up as they returned fire. Of la Señora, there was no sign. As soon as the device at the gate had gone off, she’d slipped over the low boundary wall and vanished into the shadows. Now, as Seeley reached the first of the dead guards, he saw he had been gutted. Urrea’s gunmen might have killed the others, but this was the woman’s work.
A pair of patio doors stood open before Seeley. The first of Urrea’s men entered, the second close behind. The third was about to follow when a fragment of his skull separated from the rest and he dropped to the patio, taking a chair with him. Nearby, Seeley saw a black-jacketed man only a few inches taller than himself pointing a pistol in his direction. Seeley had just enough time to reflect that this was not how he would have wanted things to end when he heard a click but no discharge. The guard didn’t panic at the misfire, just tossed the gun and reached behind him for a second, but by then Seeley was advancing. He fired and fired until the guard went down, and kept firing until his own weapon clicked empty and he had brought himself back under control.
Seeley followed the others, reloading as he moved into the house, but there was no more gunfire to be heard. Of Urrea’s surviving men, Matías was positioned by the front door, while the second, Rubén, held a Native American woman by the hair. The woman was on her knees and bleeding from a cut to her forehead.
“Who are you?” Seeley asked.
“My name is Madeline Rainbird.”
“Why are you here?”
“I’m a conservator. I’m advising Mr. Triton.”
“Where’s the child?”
“I don’t know.” Rainbird was scared, but she wasn’t crying. Seeley regarded this as admirable under the circumstances. “She was there earlier.”
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