No Safe Haven (33 page)

He stared out at the sky.
Okay, God. You've got my attention. I'm asking for Your help. I can't do this . . . can't keep them safe on my own. I need You. Your help. Help them, Lord. Help . . .
He hesitated, then took the step.
Help me.

Please.

ANDIE

April 14

Providence Hospital

Anchorage, Alaska

12:24 a.m.

The door swung open and a tall man stepped in.

"Mrs. Gray?" His voice held strength and confidence. He was definitely someone who knew what he was doing.

Mom looked at him, suspicion in her dark eyes. "Yes, that's me. Who are you?"

I looked over at Dr. Baker. He seemed uncertain, too. Who was this guy? And where were the bodyguards?

"Special Agent McAdams, ma'am." He lifted his dark glasses. "I'm here to escort you two ladies home."

The same relief I felt showed on Mom's face. "Oh, thank God."

"The plane is ready for us. We should get moving."

Dasha ran over and sniffed the intruder. Special Agent McAdams looked down at her and smiled. "Nice dog."

Well, if he liked Dasha, he had to be a good guy.

"Is this all you have?"

It was funny watching him try and sidestep Dasha. Her nose was almost attached to his leg. She wouldn't leave him alone. As he walked closer to Mom, she followed.

"Just us, Dasha, and the bodyguards," Mom said with a smile.

Dasha wagged her tail as if she understood we wouldn't leave without her.

Again he looked down at my cute puppy. "Should we sedate her for the flight?"

I started to protest—no one was drugging my dog!—but Mom beat me to it.

"No, she'll be fine. She's a good traveler." Mom gave a firm nod as if the matter was settled.

Special Agent McAdams nodded. "Let's get going."

Dr. Baker helped me get the air cast on my foot as Mom searched for the jacket Auntie had brought when she gave us a change of clothes.

"If that's all, then let's go." Special Agent McAdams moved to hold the door of our room for us. FBI and a gentleman.
Cool.

Mom glanced around as we walked into the hallway. "Where are Bill and Charles? Our bodyguards?"

Good question. I looked around too. I didn't see them anywhere.

"They're already at the airport. But with your dog, we'll only have room for one of the men."

"Oh."

Only one?
I frowned.
We can squish together . . .

———

We arrived at a small landing strip in the middle of nowhere and hopped out of the Special Agent's car. This plane was smaller than our Beaver.

Remembering those scary moments when our plane crashed made me shudder. I did
not
want that to happen again.
God protect us, God protect us, God protect us.

I was glad to see Bill, one of our bodyguards, there. He climbed in before us, then gave the okay.

Special Agent McAdams sat in the front, getting things ready.

My stomach was all tied up in knots, and shivers raced up and down my spine as we buckled up. I really didn't want to fly again.

Bill sat in the front with Special Agent McAdams, who started the plane. Before I knew it—or wanted to—we were rolling down the runway.

God protect us, God protect us, God protect us.

I
really
didn't want to crash.

But even if we did, it couldn't be as bad as last time, could it? We wouldn't be on the side of a mountain, and there would be no ice patches to worry about, no avalanches to avoid, no bad guys chasing us . . .

Oh, wait. There would still be bad guys.
Would there always be bad guys?

The plane lifted up into the air and I gripped the sides of my seat.
Don't look, just don't look.

Mom grabbed my hand and squeezed. Hard.

"It will take awhile to get back to your house, so you might as well get some rest." Bill peeked at us over his shoulder and nodded as if saying, "I'll keep my eye on things."

I hadn't even thought about what time it was, or noticed the darkness, for that matter. Glancing out the window, I saw black clouds hovering near the moon. I put my fingers to the small circle-ish glass and the freezing coldness shot up my hand. I hoped our house would be warm when we got home.

Well, at least my kind of warm.

I couldn't wait to get home and go to sleep on my nice, squishy waterbed. The doctors had said to get a waterbed three years before because they knew it would help control my temp while I sleep. It was
so
comfortable.

And squishy.

Food would be a blessing too.

I couldn't wait to have Mom cook a homemade breakfast again. Omelets and crepes and pancakes. Which one would we have first?

I turned to ask, but she'd already fallen asleep. The infection and all the stuff from last night had done a number on her.

Dasha's head nestled on my lap. She was almost asleep too.

No one to ask what they wanted for breakfast tomorrow.

Harsh.

I leaned my head against Mom's shoulder and sighed. Maybe I could get a
little
sleep. If I could stop thinking about crashes.

And blizzards.

And gun shots.

And blood.

Special Agent McAdams looked back at us, and I pretended I'd fallen asleep. Once I heard him turn back around, I peeked my eyes open. I didn't feel like talking, but since I couldn't sleep, I might as well make sure he didn't do anything cocky. Like shoot the radio.

The special agent kept one hand on the yoke and used the other to pull off his FBI jacket. He couldn't be getting cold, not with the air conditioner so high. What was he doing?

A seam ripped as he tugged at the jacket.

Oh.
No wonder he was taking it off. He could barely get it over his huge arms. That was funny. What was an FBI agent doing with a jacket that didn't even fit him?

I wanted to rush up front and help him so that he wouldn't let go of the yoke and make us plummet toward the earth, but he finally got it off. Underneath he wore a plain, white, short-sleeve shirt with a shoulder holster and gun. His arms were like Cole's, with solid muscles and—

I gasped.

It can't be!

I grabbed my cell phone from the pocket of my jacket. We weren't supposed to use phones on airplanes, but I didn't care. Peeking through my eyelashes, I clicked on Cole's name as the special agent put on a heavier jacket. I tried to press the buttons without making them click.

Once I finished typing a text, I sent the message over and over again, praying it would go through.

Cole HELP! Special agent guy has same tattoo as u, Hank, & Dad!

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

JENNA

April 14

North Pole, Alaska

Tikanni-Gray property along the Chena River

3:47 a.m.

The wheels of the plane had barely stopped when their FBI escort jumped out and pointed a gun at Bill—

Thwap!

Bill slumped onto the seat. Jenna threw her hand over her mouth as Andie gripped her arm tighter.

"Get out of the plane." Agent McAdams held the door open with one hand. In the other was a Glock elongated with a silencer—aimed at her chest.

Jenna shielded her daughter with her own body.
Lord, help us!

Who was this man? They'd been so close. To home. To safety.

She'd thought it was all over. But she was wrong. This man would probably kill them in their own home.

Dasha growled.

"You're not the FBI, are you?" Andie grilled from behind her.

Brave little Andie.

"No, I'm not." The man's deep chuckle sent chills up Jenna's spine. "How'd you ever guess that?"

"Your eyes." Andie shrank back. "And your tattoo."

"So you know about the tattoo, huh? Somebody must've been faking sleep during the flight." He moved closer, his cold gaze piercing Jenna. "Games are over. Get out of the plane. Now."

Jenna slid off the seat, hands clutching Andie behind her. Dasha growled again and moved forward.

He pointed the gun at Dasha's head.

"No!"
Andie lunged from behind her, almost knocking Jenna off her feet. "Hike, Dasha!
Hike!
"

Dasha jumped out of the plane and took off running. There'd be no stopping her now.

For a moment the man tracked Dasha with his gun, then brought it back to bear on Jenna. "Would you like to tell me where our friend Mr. Maddox is?"

"He left the hospital before we did."

"Ah, so he's here, isn't he?" The man smirked.

"I . . . I don't know." That was true. She didn't know
where
Cole was at that moment.

"That's all right. I look forward to seeing him again." He winked at her. "Which I'm sure will be soon."

"Don't you dare hurt him!" Andie shouted at the dark stranger.

He halted in his tracks and turned his full attention on her daughter, leaning down so his face was only inches from hers. "Only if he gets in my way." His sneer made Jenna shiver all the way down to her toes.

Jenna pulled Andie away from him.

But Andie stared him down.

Straightening to his full height, he laid the gun on Jenna's shoulder, eyes focused on Andie. "Now. Let's go find AMI, shall we?"

ANDIE

3:50 a.m.

I walked behind Mom hoping, praying that this McAdams dude wouldn't see or hear the phone. My fingers flew across the small keys.

Watch out, on r way 2 bunkR, Bad guy with us, shot Bill on plane.

I pretended to cower behind Mom as he glared at me over his shoulder. "What's wrong, little girl, scared?"

I pushed my cell deep into my jacket pocket, praying Cole got the text in time.

As we trekked across our property, I wondered what it would feel like to get shot. Would I feel it? Would it be painful? Would I bleed to death or just conk my head and die . . .

Would the bad guys get what they wanted?

How many other people would die?

JENNA

3:53 a.m.

A hundred yards had never felt so far away. Her leg ached. And her heart ached.

As they walked to the bunker, memories rushed in. She could almost see Marc there anxious to show it to her. Pride and delight evident in his eyes . . .

The twelve-inch thick, solid steel door was visible between the two trees that marked the bunker's entrance. The turf covering had been thrown to the side. Someone was already here.
God, if it's Cole, please give him a warning that we're coming . . .

The fake agent jerked the door open—and Cole was there! He spun, but McAdams was ready for him. He slammed the gun into Cole's left temple, and their protector slumped to the floor.

Cole!

Her heart felt like it stopped. Andie turned, burying her face in Jenna's chest. "Oh, Andie, I'm sure he's okay." She hoped her whispered words were true.

The dark man waved his gun at them. "Get over here. Or you're next."

Each step down into the bunker made her leg send piercing pain signals to her brain. A panel in the wall caught her attention. She'd never seen that before. The panel was open under the carving of their initials. Inside were a computer screen and keyboard.

What are those for?

That awful man jerked them further into the bunker, and Jenna stifled a scream with a hand to her mouth. Another body lay in the corner.

Peter!

"Let's focus, shall we?"

Andie straightened her shoulders, but sidled closer to Jenna's side as her attention snapped back to McAdams.

He turned to them, eyes steely. "How about you tell me the password."

Andie glared at him. "What's the matter, aren't you smart enough to figure it out?"

"Andie, hush!" Jenna couldn't let her daughter antagonize this man. Who knew what he would do to her. But Andie just crossed her arms.

Those glacial eyes glared at them. "I'd watch my words if I were you, little girl."

"I don't know, you seem to have a big enough mouth for both of us."

Jenna jerked Andie by the collar and pulled her outspoken daughter behind her. "That's enough, young lady."

A slow, wicked smile slithered across the man's face. He looked down at Cole . . . and kicked him in the stomach.

Jenna and Andie yelled at the same time. "Stop that!"

He sneered at them, then pointed the gun at Cole's head. "I can do much worse than that, so I suggest you do as I say."

Jenna's stomach turned. This man would kill them all.

ANDIE

3:59 a.m.

Ooo!
I wanted to hurt him bad.
How dare you!
But what could I do to a man who had a gun? Pray that God would strike him down with lightning?

Sounded good.

Love your enemies.

Where did
that
voice come from? How could I love the
bad
guy who hurt Cole, held us hostage, and probably killed my dad?

Feel sorry for? Yes!

Love?

No.

"What are the codes?" He was talking to Mom, but kept his creepy gaze on me. He wouldn't hurt Mom, would he?

Mom pulled me behind her. Again. "We don't know."

I gave him another angry look over Mom's shoulder. I really wanted to stick my tongue out at him too.

Better not.

"Oh, really. I have a hard time believing you. Now tell me the codes"— he held the gun up again, and this time it was pointing right between my eyes—"or I'll shoot your daughter." He inclined his head. "It's your choice."

COLE

4:01 a.m.

Cole listened to Viper threaten Jenna and Andie. The throbbing in his head awakened him, but he didn't open his eyes. Yet. Best to let Viper think he was still out cold.

A short beep echoed in the bunker. Must be Viper's phone. He listened as Viper spoke.

"Is that it?" A pause. "Nothing else?"

Time ticked by with the beat of his heart.

"I'll check the house again. I haven't finished setting the charges anyway."

Charges? Great. Viper was going to blow the house and who knows what else.

"Just make sure everything is ready. I'm confident I'll have it soon."