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inclined to move.
     
    The four men lay down. “Don’t shoot us!” a second man begged.
     
    “I’m only going to ask you this once. Are any of you armed? Don’t lie, because if you lie and I find a weapon I’m going to shoot all four of you.”
     
    “I have a knife! I have a knife!”
     
    “Anyone else? No? Okay. Where’s the knife?”
     
    “My front pocket!”
     
    “Nobody move,” Jack said as he stood over them. “If any of you so much as twitch, you’re all dead, so your lives are in each other’s hands. Tina! Call the number then bring me the phone. I want to speak with Goremykin.”
     
    Tina dialed the number. “No answer.”
     
    “When were you supposed to call?”
     
    “As soon as we got the cars.”
     
    Jack fumed for a moment, then kicked three of the four phones into a loose pile that he ground under foot. “If I so much as see your face again… I will kill you. Do I make myself clear?” he growled.
     
    All four men nodded.
     
    “On your hands and knees… you crawl out of here. Do not stand up until you reach the truck. When you reach the truck, stand up, get in, and drive away. If you do anything other than what I just said… well… let’s just say that with sixteen shots, I’m bound to hit at least a couple of you. Am I clear?”
     
    Once again all four men nodded.
     
    “Get moving. And remember… the only reason you are not dead already is I don’t want to have to clean up the mess.”
     
    Tina smiled as Jack threatened the men. “Not wanting to clean up the mess” was the same phrase he used when he caught her breaking into clubhouse. She knew that Jack was an easy going, laid-back guy, but he could be scary as hell when he wanted to be… like now. The four men hurriedly began crawling away, not wanting to risk their asses by taking a stand.
     
    “Hey, you… asshole,” Jack called, and all four men stopped. “What’s the code to unlock your phone?”
     
    “I will have to show you.”
     
    “Nobody move,” Jack said as he picked up the phone and carried with him to the man. He put his gun directly to the man’s head. “Stand up.”
     
    The man stood and Jack handed him the phone. He drew the pattern to unlock the phone—a simple one, easily remembered. Jack took the phone from him. “Back on your knees.”
     
    He followed the man down with his gun and then stepped back. “Okay. Get out of here.”
     
    “Why did you let them go and why did you keep his phone?” Tina asked after the men drove away.
     
    “They’re just punks. They aren’t worth the trouble to kill, and I didn’t want the police involved. I kept the phone because I am going to try Goremykin on it and see if he answers.”
     
    “Did you notice the number has an Albuquerque area code?”
     
    “Yeah. That worries me too. Why would a Russian have a New Mexico area code? Or an American phone number at all?”
     
    “I don’t know. You don’t suppose…?”
     
    “I know what you are thinking. And… I have to admit, it doesn’t look good. But who is it?”
     
    “I don’t know. I don’t know who to trust,” Tina lamented.
     

 
    CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Jack tried several times the next morning to reach Goremykin until he finally gave up. “What a bunch of shit,” Jack muttered as he pitched the stolen phone into a dumpster at the motel.
     
    “What now?” Tina asked.
     
    “Now… I have to decide who I can trust,” he said as he pulled his own cell out of his pocket. “Seth… Jack. Call me when you get this message.”
     
    “Do you think he did it?”
     
    “Don’t know. That’s what I hope to find out.”
     
    Twenty minutes later Jack’s phone rang. “Hey, Jack. What can I do for you? How’d the inspection go?”
     
    “Funny you should ask that. Someone tried to double cross us. The agent was a stooge. He came back later and tried to steal the cars.”
     
    Seth was quiet for several moments. “Since you know that, I assume they didn’t get the