was the bank manager.
The man raced down the stairs and into the underground parking garage.
Robie followed.
The men worked their way into the bowels of the place, which was perfectly fine with Robie. He had no need for witnesses.
They ended up in the equipment area on the very lowest level, well away from any cars and cameras.
From behind a support column the man yelled, “Who are you?”
Robie said nothing. He moved a bit closer, angling his approach to give him a sight line on the man.
The man fired a wild shot that clanged off an overhead pipe and embedded itself in the concrete wall.
“I have money. I can give you money,” the man called out.
Robie kept moving forward. He didn’t waste time or concentration on responding. He was in full predator mode.
“I have powerful friends,” cried the man. “They will kill you if you harm me.”
Robie moved to his left and then took a few paces forward. The man was doing him a favor by talking. It was allowing Robie to zero in on his position. The man was also not moving. Staying still in a situation like this pretty much ensured one’s death.
The man fired another shot. And then another. They both were wild and they both ended up stuck in concrete.
Robie kept moving forward and to the right. He had his position locked down now. It was just a matter of getting there.
“I will kill you!” screamed the man. “You are just a customer of the bank. I will kill you. Leave now and you will survive. This is your last warning. I am not to be intimidated.”
As he said this last part he looked up and saw Robie’s muzzle pointed at his head.
His eyes widened and a scream started up his throat.
It would never finish the journey.
One tap to the head, one to the heart.
The man fell forward onto the concrete, dead before he ever got there.
Robie straightened from his shooting stance, turned, and left.
Mission accomplished.
CHAPTER 14
“Sarin gas,” said Alex Ford as Stone, Annabelle, Caleb, Reuben, and Harry listened.
They were all seated around Stone’s fireplace in his cottage at Mt. Zion Cemetery.
Harry nodded. “I saw the canister in the shaft. Luckily they didn’t get a chance to turn it on.”
“They almost did,” said Annabelle. “According to what you said, Harry. It was close. He actually dropped the detonator.”
“He dropped it when the other guy shot him. He also saved my life. I got knocked off balance and lost my grip on the steel beam. I would’ve fallen except he grabbed my wrist.”
Harry looked over at Stone. “You two were in the bank together as hostages. Who was he?”
Stone shrugged. “I never got his name. He did have a gun that they confiscated.”
“So was he a cop?” asked Annabelle.
“He said he was a lobbyist,” replied Stone, but he tacked on a smile at the end of this statement.
Reuben said, “Whatever he was, what happened to him?”
Stone shrugged. “He apparently vanished into thin air.”
Reuben said, “You got the girl before she got away. But they found the bank manager’s body way down in the parking garage. Two shots. One to the head, one to the heart.”
“A professional kill,” opined Alex.
“How is the vice president?” Stone asked him, changing the subject.
“Shaken but okay.”
“And who were the assassins?” inquired Caleb.
“A mixed bag we’re still sorting out. One of the guys we found dead in the shaft is Adam Chase. Gun for hire. Do anything for money, including setting off nerve gas in a residential building. And those C-4 packs might have taken down the whole building if they had detonated.”
“Was that a backup in case the gas didn’t work?” asked Annabelle.
Alex nodded. “We think so. We’re still interrogating the sole survivor, the woman. We still haven’t identified her yet. She’s not in any database. We don’t know if it’s international terrorism or homegrown. Or it might be a combo because of what we’ve found out. And that’s a terrifying
The man raced down the stairs and into the underground parking garage.
Robie followed.
The men worked their way into the bowels of the place, which was perfectly fine with Robie. He had no need for witnesses.
They ended up in the equipment area on the very lowest level, well away from any cars and cameras.
From behind a support column the man yelled, “Who are you?”
Robie said nothing. He moved a bit closer, angling his approach to give him a sight line on the man.
The man fired a wild shot that clanged off an overhead pipe and embedded itself in the concrete wall.
“I have money. I can give you money,” the man called out.
Robie kept moving forward. He didn’t waste time or concentration on responding. He was in full predator mode.
“I have powerful friends,” cried the man. “They will kill you if you harm me.”
Robie moved to his left and then took a few paces forward. The man was doing him a favor by talking. It was allowing Robie to zero in on his position. The man was also not moving. Staying still in a situation like this pretty much ensured one’s death.
The man fired another shot. And then another. They both were wild and they both ended up stuck in concrete.
Robie kept moving forward and to the right. He had his position locked down now. It was just a matter of getting there.
“I will kill you!” screamed the man. “You are just a customer of the bank. I will kill you. Leave now and you will survive. This is your last warning. I am not to be intimidated.”
As he said this last part he looked up and saw Robie’s muzzle pointed at his head.
His eyes widened and a scream started up his throat.
It would never finish the journey.
One tap to the head, one to the heart.
The man fell forward onto the concrete, dead before he ever got there.
Robie straightened from his shooting stance, turned, and left.
Mission accomplished.
CHAPTER 14
“Sarin gas,” said Alex Ford as Stone, Annabelle, Caleb, Reuben, and Harry listened.
They were all seated around Stone’s fireplace in his cottage at Mt. Zion Cemetery.
Harry nodded. “I saw the canister in the shaft. Luckily they didn’t get a chance to turn it on.”
“They almost did,” said Annabelle. “According to what you said, Harry. It was close. He actually dropped the detonator.”
“He dropped it when the other guy shot him. He also saved my life. I got knocked off balance and lost my grip on the steel beam. I would’ve fallen except he grabbed my wrist.”
Harry looked over at Stone. “You two were in the bank together as hostages. Who was he?”
Stone shrugged. “I never got his name. He did have a gun that they confiscated.”
“So was he a cop?” asked Annabelle.
“He said he was a lobbyist,” replied Stone, but he tacked on a smile at the end of this statement.
Reuben said, “Whatever he was, what happened to him?”
Stone shrugged. “He apparently vanished into thin air.”
Reuben said, “You got the girl before she got away. But they found the bank manager’s body way down in the parking garage. Two shots. One to the head, one to the heart.”
“A professional kill,” opined Alex.
“How is the vice president?” Stone asked him, changing the subject.
“Shaken but okay.”
“And who were the assassins?” inquired Caleb.
“A mixed bag we’re still sorting out. One of the guys we found dead in the shaft is Adam Chase. Gun for hire. Do anything for money, including setting off nerve gas in a residential building. And those C-4 packs might have taken down the whole building if they had detonated.”
“Was that a backup in case the gas didn’t work?” asked Annabelle.
Alex nodded. “We think so. We’re still interrogating the sole survivor, the woman. We still haven’t identified her yet. She’s not in any database. We don’t know if it’s international terrorism or homegrown. Or it might be a combo because of what we’ve found out. And that’s a terrifying
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