He lunged at her. Didn’t even see the wire she had strung chest-high between the two trees in front of her. He flew backward, knocked off his feet.
She was on him in seconds, flipping his body over. His muscles were stiff and contracted from the electrical shock. He didn’t move when she slammed her knee into the small of his back. His arms jerked but he had no control over them as Maggie yanked them back and used zip ties she had found in the building.
He mumbled and jabbered, not unlike Dawson.
“Y-y-you b-i-i-i-i-tch.”
He was much bigger than Dawson. The effects of the shock wouldn’t last long. Maggie moved quickly to his feet, tying them together with the ropes they had used to secure the crime scene.
“Not get a-a-a-a-way.”
She ignored him. Sweat drenched the inside of her coveralls. Her fingers were steady now, and she quickly grabbed another rope to connect the zip tie on his wrists to the rope on his feet. Then she pulled tight until he was bent in half.
“Damnit, y-y-you.”
Hog-tied, he wasn’t going anywhere. He could yell all he wanted. She didn’t hesitate and wrapped what was left of the rope around a tree.
“Nice job.” A voice startled her from behind.
She spun around. Blinded by a flashlight, she still recognized the silhouette and the voice.
“No thanks to you,” she told Sheriff Frank Skylar.
“It-it-it’s about tim-m-m-me,” Griffin stuttered.
Maggie shot a look back at Skylar. Only now did she see the sheriff had his weapon pointed at her.
“You really should have gone back to Denver,” Skylar told her. “We would have handled this just fine. No one else would have had to be hurt.”
“Sho-sho-shoot her.”
Maggie stayed down on her haunches, unarmed. With the light blinding her, she couldn’t even find a branch or rock.
“Now we’re gonna have to make up some story about how that Stotter guy was stalking you. Shame the way things happen,” Skylar was saying. “Both of you come up missing at the same time.”
“He wasn’t stalking me,” Maggie said, wondering if it would make a difference if she tried to stall. Her muscles started screaming again, reminding her what they’d been through.
“Yeah, well, it’s funny how rumors get started.”
“Sho-sho-shoot her.”
“Shut up,” Skylar yelled. “I’m sick and tired of cleaning up after you. Why didn’t you just stay in Chicago? You and your lamebrain scams.”
He reached out and placed the gun barrel against her temple. The metal felt cold and solid.
She looked up, forcing him to look into her eyes, though she couldn’t see his face. All she saw was a huge swatch of black fur hurling through the air just as the gun went off.
Maggie felt the heat scorch her skin. Pain ripped across the side of her skull. She fell hard against the ground. Couldn’t hear anything except a high-pitched ring. The world swirled around her. From where she lay she could see Skylar’s body twisting and turning. His mouth was open but she couldn’t hear his screams, just the ringing inside her head. She saw Skylar cradling the bloody mess that used to be his arm.
She closed her eyes, expecting darkness, almost welcoming unconsciousness.
That’s when she felt the warm wetness on her cheek.
She opened her eyes to find a huge black German shepherd licking her face.
CHAPTER 68
She had to keep moving.
Don’t stop. Don’t look back.
She could do this. That’s what Maggie told herself as she stumbled under the weight of the backpack with the rifle slung over her shoulder. Up ahead she saw the yellow crime-scene tape flapping from several trees. Just the sight pumped another surge of adrenaline. She could do this. She couldn’t think about Stotter right now. She had to focus on the task at hand.
She had fired an assortment of weapons. How much different could this be from an AK-47? Except that it was very different with cords and packs and an energy source instead of bullets. But she wouldn’t have time to study it. Lugging it was challenge enough. She had also helped herself to a pair of dirty white coveralls she found hanging by the door. She had rolled up the cuffs and the sleeves, pulling it over her shorts and sweatshirt. The warmth helped her ignore the extra bulk.
As soon as she left the field house she thought she heard him. Leaves crackled, a branch snapped. Griffin wouldn’t even need night-vision goggles to track her. But why let her leave with the rifle?
Because he doesn’t think you’ll be able to fire it.
She pushed the thought out of her mind.
For a rare moment the cicadas were quiet but Maggie couldn’t hear Griffin. Again, he was giving her a head start.
Cocky son of a bitch.
She thought she heard a car door slam but she could no longer see the field house or the clearing. He knew she wouldn’t get far. He’d stop and get what he needed.