Lockdown

Seventy-one

Ty found Carrie among the lines of news trucks which had been pushed to the very edge of a service road. The good news was he was clear of any infection. The bad news was that he was going to have to convince her to assist in something that could see them both spend the rest of their lives behind bars.

As soon as she spotted him, she rushed over. ‘Where’s Ryan? What’s going on in there?’

‘You’re slipping, girl. Aren’t you supposed to reverse the order of those questions? With you being a member of the press ’n’ all.’

‘Just tell me.’

‘He’s inside. I wouldn’t say he’s safe exactly, but he’s in fair shape considering.’

‘Considering what?’

Ty pulled her to the rear of the truck. ‘He needs our help.’

Carrie took a breath and centred herself. ‘OK. What kind of help?’

Ty had already decided to feed it to her piece by piece. ‘You have a car here?’

‘No.’

He produced a set of keys. ‘Damn, have to use Lock’s then.’

‘Ty, what’s going on?’

‘Where’s the dumb dog he left you with?’

‘In the truck, asleep.’

‘We’ll need to take her with us.’

‘Where? Where are we going?’ She glanced back at the news truck. ‘I’m on duty here. I can’t just pick up and leave.’

‘Ryan needs you to do this.’

‘You still haven’t told me what it is he wants me to do. And I’m not going anywhere until you do.’

Ty rested his hand against the spare tyre on the back of the news station’s RV. ‘Second thoughts, we can use this too. Kill two birds with one stone. You can get your story while I make my pick-up.’

‘Are you deaf? I’m not going anywhere until someone tells me why.’

‘Then a lot of people are gonna get killed.’

‘Fine, but you at least have to tell me where we’re going.’

Ty waved over Carrie’s camera guy. ‘Saddle up.’ Then he turned back to Carrie. ‘We’re going to enforce some corporate accountability.’