Divine Justice

CHAPTER 48

KNOX WAS MOTORING DOWN the road trying to fathom how somebody had been able to follow him up here. Not even Macklin Hayes with all his support had been able to accomplish it. It was like they knew exactly where-

He nearly swerved off the road. He cut the wheel hard and turned off into a dark path. He put the truck in park, threw off his seat belt and went over the interior of the cab meticulously. He found nothing. But his examination of the truck's exterior was far more productive. He held up the small tracking device with the magnetized side. It had been placed inside one of the rear wheel wells. As he held the tracker, a smile crept across his face.

Annabelle was driving and Caleb was staring at the tiny screen.

"How we doing?" she asked.

"He's up there about a mile ahead, going straight." They had a vertical slab of mountain on one side of them and on the other a drop of nearly a half mile with not a guardrail in sight. "Seems like Oliver took a bus."

"Judging from the way Knox ran out of the bus station, I'd say that was a pretty safe bet."

He glanced over at her. "What about Reuben?"

"I talked to him. He's back there somewhere," she said. "He'll eventually catch up to us the next time Knox stops."

Caleb stared out the windshield. "Pretty isolated place."

"What, did you expect Oliver to take up residence in the suburbs?"

"Sometimes the best place to hide is with a lot of people."

"Yeah, and sometimes it's not. For all we know he could be up in those mountains somewhere. It worked for that abortion clinic bomber in North Carolina."

"But they finally caught him," Caleb pointed out.

"Okay, but-"

"Oh, damn!"

"What?"

Caleb was staring at the tiny screen that registered the movements of Knox's truck.

"He's turned around. He's coming right at us."

Annabelle glanced at the screen and, sure enough, the red blob of light representing Knox was flying right at them.

"Quick, pull off," Caleb cried out.

"Where? Into the side of the mountain or over the edge and two thousand feet down?"

"There!" Caleb stabbed his finger in the direction of a tiny sliver of dirt that ran between a stand of trees on the left where the mountain slab receded a bit.

Annabelle zipped into that crevice. They both turned around and watched the road. A minute later an Exxon tanker truck flashed by.

Caleb stared down at the screen. "We're in trouble."

Annabelle followed his gaze. "He found the tracker and put it on the fuel truck. Shit!"

Caleb nodded absently before tossing the useless contraption down on the seat. "Now what do we do?"

Annabelle put the van in gear and backed out onto the road and floored it. "We drive and we watch. And with any luck we'll pick up his trail again."

"I don't think I'm that lucky."

"Well, I am."

"Why?"

"I'm Irish. We always keep some reserve in the tank."