Dolph snapped his fingers and one of the guards grabbed a chair and slid it under him right as he sat down.
Dolph took out a flat silver case, removed a cigarette, tapped it against the case, and one of his men used an old-fashioned lighter to light it.
Dolph took a long inhale and then let the smoke out in twin streams from his nose.
“I was, of course, not serious about the legal representation,” said Dolph. “Or the fairness of due process. We are at war. During wartime, those elements are of no significance.”
“Actually, some would argue that’s when they’re most important,” volunteered Reel.
Dolph looked at her curiously, as though he was puzzled that a woman had chosen to speak in his presence.
“Identification,” he said.
A guard moved forward and handed him the cred packs that had been taken from Robie and Reel.
Dolph viewed the documents.
“Very impressive,” he said, his cigarette held between his teeth at a jaunty angle. “These of course confirm your guilt. You are spies. You must be executed.”
“We’re agents of the United States government,” pointed out Robie. “And we’re all standing in the United States right now. So there is no possibility of us being spies.”
Dolph closed each of the cred packs and threw them at Robie. Even shackled Robie managed to catch them and thrust them into his pocket.
Dolph rose.
“An interesting argument, but you neglected one important fact, which is that the ground on which you stand is sovereign. It is not part of the United States. Therefore, your position is fatally flawed. I do not expect you to understand this, since you are woefully ignorant of all necessary facts and truths.”
“And where might one find these necessary facts and truths?” asked Reel.
Dolph came to stand in front of her. He smiled disarmingly, but that only put Reel on higher alert. Her muscles tensed and then relaxed. She was ready to strike, even shackled.
“I will tell you,” he replied. “For instance.”
He snapped his fingers again and another guard came forward with a leather briefcase. Dolph set it down on a campaign desk in the center of the room and opened it. He took out several photographs.
“This is the punishment for spies.”
He walked back over to the prisoners and held the photos up, splayed out like he was about to perform a card trick.
Holly gasped, her eyes fluttered, and she fell to the floor, unconscious.
Reel made a move to help her, but the guards gripped her arms and held her where she was.
Robie continued to stare at the three pictures. One was of Luke Miller alive and intact.
The second was Luke minus his head.
The third was Luke’s head.
“So you murdered him?” said Robie stonily.
“I murder no one. He was executed for treason. He signed a sworn oath of allegiance. I have it here, in my pocket, if you would care to see it. He disobeyed that oath. He turned against us. The penalty for that is death. Nothing could be clearer. Nothing could be fairer. Strong leaders must be both clear and fair. And they must act with a firm hand when it is required. And I am a strong leader.”
He glanced down at Holly. “Lift her,” he commanded.
She was swiftly brought to her feet, though she was not yet conscious.
“Stimulate her,” ordered Dolph.
Three hard slaps to the face and Holly came back to consciousness. Her gaze settled once more on the pictures and she started to scream. “You bastard! You murderer! I’ll kill—”
Before Robie or Reel could even react, Dolph took out his P38, aimed it at Holly’s head, and fired. The bullet burned a hole into her forehead, broke through her skull, and from there blasted into the soft tissue of her brain and stayed there.
Holly fell backward to the floor.
Reel and Robie stood there, covered in the dead woman’s brains and blood.
Dolph looked at his pistol as though it were an affectionate pet. To add to this image he even stroked the heated barrel.
“And I am a strong leader,” he said again.
He flicked a finger at Robie and Reel as though he were disposing of an irksome bug. Guards came forward and hustled the pair out.
CHAPTER
32
“Why are we still alive?” Reel asked.
She and Robie had been thrown into a small wooden shack and the door padlocked behind them. It was already growing very warm, and Robie could feel the sweat on his face and under his armpits. They could hear the rustle of booted feet just outside, so they were keeping their voices low.
“Maybe the little son of a bitch only murders one person a day,” said Robie grimly. He used his shirt to rub off blood and other matter from his face.
Reel did the same. “God, I feel like shit about Holly. And Luke. They beheaded him. They’re no better than ISIS.”
“I’d like to know how they got to them,” said Robie. “They were supposed to be on a commercial bus headed to Denver. I didn’t hear of any bus hijackings, did you?”
She shook her head. “Maybe they got to them after that.”
“How would these pricks even know they were heading to Denver?” asked Robie. “We were the only ones who knew about that.”
“Obviously not.”
“You think they’re behind the prisoners in the van? If so, maybe they got to Blue Man, too?”
Reel said, “If that prick killed Blue Man I will personally slit his throat.”
Robie looked around the tight parameters of their cell. “We could easily break through the wood, but that doesn’t get us anywhere with guards right outside.”
“It’s daylight now. We’ll have to wait until nightfall.”
“If we’re still alive,” he pointed out.
At half past seven the door was unlocked and a face appeared.
“Let’s go,” the guard said.
“Where?” asked Robie.
“Dinner.”
Reel and Robie exchanged glances.
“Move it!” snapped the man, who looked like he wanted to just start shooting.
They were taken to a small outbuilding by a half-dozen guards and their shackles removed.
The lead guard said, “There’s a shower in there. And there are clean clothes hanging on pegs inside.”
“I’m fine with what I have on,” said Reel.
“Well, he’s not. So shower and change. You both stink. And you’re covered in shit. And I’ve been ordered to shoot you right here if you don’t comply.”
Inside was a facility like a gym locker room. There was only one large communal shower with multiple shower heads.
“You can go first,” Robie said. “I’ll wait around the corner.”
She rolled her eyes. “Robie, you’ve seen all of me there is to see.”
They showered with Reel on one side of the shower and Robie on the other. He kept his gaze averted from her and thus didn’t see Reel steal a glance at him. However, she was only checking out one part of his body.
“How’s the arm, honestly?” she said, while soaping up.
Robie said, “Good as new. Your oblique?”
“You can see for yourself.”
He flinched and then glanced quickly at her, to find Reel staring back at him. She pointed to the injured side. “All healed up. Even had plastic surgery to take care of the scarring.”
His gaze dipped to the oblique and then slightly above and below before snapping back to her face.
“You look better than ever, Robie. Like you’ve been carved out of granite.” She paused. “You seem uncomfortable.”
“Mixed signals tend to do that to me.”
She turned her back on him and continued cleaning up.
This time Robie let his gaze wander from the small, hard muscles in her back to the longer, ropier muscles in her delts and triceps. Then his gaze wandered lower, stopping at her feet before moving back up again.
“You look in great fighting shape, too, Jess.”
“What every girl wants to hear.”
“Is this change in attitude because you know we’re going to die here?” he asked.
“Maybe a little. But only a little.”
Robie was about to say something else, but finally just shook his head and rinsed off.
They dressed and were led to another building fronted by a pair of intricately carved double wooden doors. Inside was an elegant dining room.