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people, but I spotted a couple of cameras he didn’t tell me about.”
“Can we get onto his property to scout it out, see if Jerry’s there?” She glanced at Georgie. “If we got close, you’d know if he was there, wouldn’t you?”
Georgie shrugged helplessly. “I have no idea. You’d think so, but until we get there…”
“He has surveillance cameras in the compound,” Jack said. “That’s common with preppers with money, but he has more reasons than most to cover up what he’s doing. I’d also be betting on sensors and more cameras on all the approaches to the property.”
“We have to do something.” There was a note of desperation in Tammy’s voice. “We can’t get this close and not try.”
“We still don’t know for sure if Jerry’s there,” Layla pointed out. “What if he’s not, and this Vincent catches us trespassing?”
Scott, who had been sitting there mulling things over, said: “We could try an upfront approach. Jack could call him and tell him we’ve asked for his help, and he thought Vincent might help search. See if we can go and see him…but a couple of us could get out down the road a bit. Go in the back way, check things out.”
Jack nodded. “I was thinking along the same lines, arranging a meeting with him. But if I’m taking you there to see him, who’s going in the back way? You and Tammy, I’m guessing, since you were the two carrying. But, if you’ll excuse me saying so, amateurs can get shot—or shoot other people. How much experience have you had with guns?”
“Target shooting and hunting,” Tammy said briefly. “Grew up with guns, won a few tournaments.”
Georgie stared at her in amazement. Tammy had won tournaments ? She just couldn’t picture Tammy with a gun, not even dressed as she was today.
“I haven’t done as much as Tammy,” Scott said. “But I can handle a rifle, and I know a little about handguns.”
“If you go in from the fringes of the property, and stay well back in the trees from the back fence, you should be right. Just scout it out, see if there’s any sign of activity while we talk to Vincent. All right.” Jack glanced at his watch. “If Jerry is there, he’ll have been in their hands a little less than 24 hours, so the faster we move the better. Here’s the plan.”
~~~
Less than twenty miles away, Jerry heard the murmur of voices outside before the bolt on the door of his prison clanged. The door swung open, admitting a gust of cold damp air. He could see rain misting down behind the two figures in the doorway.
Vincent walked over and frowned down at him. He was dressed in camo gear, the same as he had been the day before, but had obviously showered and shaved.
Jerry wouldn’t mind a shower himself. A nice long one, with steaming hot water to ease the aches of a night spent on the cold floor of the shipping container.
“You’ve had a chance to rethink,” Vincent said. “Got anything for us yet?”
Jerry had indeed rethought. The picture that kept coming into his mind was a little too bleak for his liking: one very dead Jerry B. Goode versus a handful of names and locations. He had concluded that giving up names in return for his life sounded like a pretty good deal…but not too soon. No, that wasn’t the way to negotiate.
“One or two,” he said. “You’ll have to do some chasing up. My memory’s good, but not that good. Most of the details are back at base.”
“One or two?” Vincent put his head on one side, regarding him thoughtfully. “You’ve been designing and selling bug-out vehicles for nearly two years, and that’s the best you can do?” He nudged Jerry’s foot with the toe of one solid-looking steel capped boot. “Is it one name, Mr. Goode, or is it two? ”
“Well, two.”
“And they are?”
Jerry gave him two names of very minor players; people who wouldn’t take out a contract on him for violating confidentiality.
“Check them,” Vincent said to the man behind
“Can we get onto his property to scout it out, see if Jerry’s there?” She glanced at Georgie. “If we got close, you’d know if he was there, wouldn’t you?”
Georgie shrugged helplessly. “I have no idea. You’d think so, but until we get there…”
“He has surveillance cameras in the compound,” Jack said. “That’s common with preppers with money, but he has more reasons than most to cover up what he’s doing. I’d also be betting on sensors and more cameras on all the approaches to the property.”
“We have to do something.” There was a note of desperation in Tammy’s voice. “We can’t get this close and not try.”
“We still don’t know for sure if Jerry’s there,” Layla pointed out. “What if he’s not, and this Vincent catches us trespassing?”
Scott, who had been sitting there mulling things over, said: “We could try an upfront approach. Jack could call him and tell him we’ve asked for his help, and he thought Vincent might help search. See if we can go and see him…but a couple of us could get out down the road a bit. Go in the back way, check things out.”
Jack nodded. “I was thinking along the same lines, arranging a meeting with him. But if I’m taking you there to see him, who’s going in the back way? You and Tammy, I’m guessing, since you were the two carrying. But, if you’ll excuse me saying so, amateurs can get shot—or shoot other people. How much experience have you had with guns?”
“Target shooting and hunting,” Tammy said briefly. “Grew up with guns, won a few tournaments.”
Georgie stared at her in amazement. Tammy had won tournaments ? She just couldn’t picture Tammy with a gun, not even dressed as she was today.
“I haven’t done as much as Tammy,” Scott said. “But I can handle a rifle, and I know a little about handguns.”
“If you go in from the fringes of the property, and stay well back in the trees from the back fence, you should be right. Just scout it out, see if there’s any sign of activity while we talk to Vincent. All right.” Jack glanced at his watch. “If Jerry is there, he’ll have been in their hands a little less than 24 hours, so the faster we move the better. Here’s the plan.”
~~~
Less than twenty miles away, Jerry heard the murmur of voices outside before the bolt on the door of his prison clanged. The door swung open, admitting a gust of cold damp air. He could see rain misting down behind the two figures in the doorway.
Vincent walked over and frowned down at him. He was dressed in camo gear, the same as he had been the day before, but had obviously showered and shaved.
Jerry wouldn’t mind a shower himself. A nice long one, with steaming hot water to ease the aches of a night spent on the cold floor of the shipping container.
“You’ve had a chance to rethink,” Vincent said. “Got anything for us yet?”
Jerry had indeed rethought. The picture that kept coming into his mind was a little too bleak for his liking: one very dead Jerry B. Goode versus a handful of names and locations. He had concluded that giving up names in return for his life sounded like a pretty good deal…but not too soon. No, that wasn’t the way to negotiate.
“One or two,” he said. “You’ll have to do some chasing up. My memory’s good, but not that good. Most of the details are back at base.”
“One or two?” Vincent put his head on one side, regarding him thoughtfully. “You’ve been designing and selling bug-out vehicles for nearly two years, and that’s the best you can do?” He nudged Jerry’s foot with the toe of one solid-looking steel capped boot. “Is it one name, Mr. Goode, or is it two? ”
“Well, two.”
“And they are?”
Jerry gave him two names of very minor players; people who wouldn’t take out a contract on him for violating confidentiality.
“Check them,” Vincent said to the man behind
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