Blood and Ashes

Chapter 26

‘You’re fucking kidding me! You’re a cop?’

The young greaser shook his head as he kicked away the shotgun and lifted my SIG from the ground. He waved it loosely in my direction. ‘Nope, I’m FBI. Special Agent Vincent at your service.’

Taking in the black leather, the jeans, the pompadour and his spare features, I snorted at the young man. ‘Tell me your first name is Gene if you dare.’

Vince’s lip turned up. ‘ “Be-Bop-A-Lula”? Ha, you made the connection, right? None of those skinhead assholes would have had a clue. They think I’m called Vince Everett, but, no, my real name’s Stephen Vincent.’

‘Vince Everett? You were taking a risk calling yourself that. Any Elvis fan knows his movie characters.’

‘Sounds like you know your music history,’ Vince said. ‘Gant and those other idiots had other things on their mind.’

‘So have I,’ I said, nodding over at the Griffiths children staring back at us.

Vince nodded in confirmation. ‘I’m with you, buddy.’

‘Hunter.’

‘Hunter?’

‘That’s my name. Joe Hunter. You said I was under arrest. That’s generally a cop’s next question, isn’t it?’ I massaged my throat, worked my aching fingers. Vince’s heels had taken skin off the knuckles. The garrotte still hung limp in his hands. ‘Strange equipment you carry, Special Agent.’

‘Just part of the cover, man.’ He stuffed the garrotte out of sight.

Gave me the opportunity to roll up on to my haunches.

‘Stay right there, Hunter. I don’t want to shoot you after all this.’

I shrugged. ‘Mind showing me some identification?’

‘Left it in my other jeans, I’m afraid.’ Vince looked over at Millie and the kids. ‘Everything is OK now. Relax. You’re going to be safe.’

‘You attacked me,’ Millie said in a small voice.

Vince straightened up a little, inhaling. ‘You didn’t give me a chance to explain, Millie. I was going to introduce myself when you threw that goddamn cat in my face. Well, after that, things just went a little haywire, didn’t they?’

‘You had that noose with you. You were about to strangle me.’

‘I was just keeping up the act. One of Gant’s people was outside watching. I was going to pull you away from the window with it. Get you out of the way.’

‘The girl with the spiky hair…’

‘Sonya Madden,’ Vince confirmed. His eyes pinched as he said the name.

‘Speaking of whom, what happened to her?’

Vince turned and saw that I’d come silently to my feet. He flinched, and lifted the gun. My hands were raised, a sign for Vince to relax.

Vince said, ‘She died. Or more rightly, you killed her when you made me swerve into that goddamn cabin down on the road.’

I lifted my eyebrows, pursed my lips. ‘I would’ve preferred it if that hadn’t happened. But she was shooting at us at the time.’

‘You’re pleading self-defence?’

I nodded at the children. ‘I was trying to save their lives. Seeing as the FBI was conspicuous by their absence.’

‘First opportunity I had I called for back-up. They’re on their way here now.’

‘So in the meantime it was down to me to do everything I could to save these children.’

‘Hell, you went through them like a one-man army.’

I just looked at the young man.

Vince stared back into my eyes, and said, ‘The thing that concerns me is that you don’t look like you give a good goddamn about any of them. Jesus, Hunter, how many of them have you taken down?’

‘I lost count,’ I admitted. ‘Not that I’ll put that on record.’

Vince scowled. ‘Don’t suppose I can use that against you seeing as I haven’t Mirandised you yet.’

‘Does that mean I’m still under arrest?’

‘You’re still under arrest, make no mistake about it.’

My shoulders lifted in a shrug. ‘Does that stop me from helping a wounded man?’

Right on cue, Millie shrieked. ‘Dad?’

Nodded over my shoulder. ‘Out there. He’s been shot.’

Millie scrambled up, hushing the kids, then sprinted across the room and bumped by Vince like he wasn’t there. As she made to go round me, I grabbed hold of her and pulled her close. ‘Let me check, first,’ I said.

Before Millie or Vince could object, I went out on to the boardwalk. I had a horrible feeling what I would find. Don stared with the glazed-over eyes of someone who now looked on different vistas. I contained the groan rising in my chest, and was steeling myself to give Millie the terrible news when something else caught my eye. Stooping down, I pulled Don’s rifle from limp fingers.

‘The hell you doing?’ Vince demanded from the doorway. ‘You’re still under arrest, you can’t just…’

I indicated the place where Gant had fallen. The mud was churned up, mixed in with copious amounts of blood, but of the tattooed man there was no sign. Drag marks along the road surface showed where he’d been hauled away.

‘Son of a bitch!’ Vince breathed as he heard the black van burst to life.

His curse was echoed by mine as I took a couple of steps out into the road. I lifted the assault rifle and fired, but already the van was being reversed at speed through the camp and the bullets failed to slow it. After a couple hundred yards the driver hit a one-eighty skid then gunned the van away.

‘I hope your back-up’s coming up that mountainside or they’re going to escape,’ I said. Vince was too busy staring at the gun in my hands as though it was about to be turned on him. I grunted, and held out the assault rifle. ‘Relax, Agent Vincent. We’re both on the same side here.’ I pointed at the SIG in Vince’s hand. ‘Trade you? My gun’s no good to you anyway, not with no bullets in it.’

‘Son of a bitch,’ Vince said again.

The assault rifle was slipped on to the young FBI agent’s arm, at the same time as I plucked the SIG away and shoved it down the small of my back. ‘I’d like the knife, too, if you don’t mind?’

‘You’re my prisoner,’ Vince said, quite stupidly even to his own ears.

‘Am I?’

‘Aah, for God sakes!’ Vince handed over the KA-BAR.

Behind us, Millie hugged Don. The children had come to the door and Beth was cradling her sobbing brother in an echo of her older relatives’ pose. We shared a humiliated glance, and went to help them.

All of us were stunned to hear Don ask, ‘Is it over?’

Don’s eyelids fluttered and some lucidity came back into his face. Millie and the kids let out squeals of delight as they all threw themselves at the old man. I stepped back to give them clearance, smiling at them in turn when they glanced up at me in wonder. Between their hugs and questions and the general confusion Don’s gaze fell on me. ‘Is it over?’ he demanded again.

‘Over,’ I said with a curt nod. But I kept my next words to myself. Not by a long shot.

Vince was watching me. The young man had lost the cocky persona he’d carried as Vince Everett and I guessed that the agent was thinking the exact same thing. Both of us turned and scanned the area where the black van had disappeared moments before.

We were still watching twenty minutes later when the first FBI vehicles began entering the compound.

Two minutes later and I was again face down while men held me under guard. From this prone position, I heard Vince say, ‘Let him up, will you. He’s one of the good guys.’