Chapter 122
THE DRAPES WERE drawn, but Cordova flipped off the lights.
“Get low, spread out,” Jack whispered.
In the dim light shining from the computers Justine saw Cruz, Cordova, and Sci fan in different directions. It seemed surreal to see Kloppenberg carrying one of the sawed-off shotguns. It felt even stranger to be holding the combat shotgun, her finger on the safety.
Justine flashed on the image of Carla and had a moment of uncertainty until Jack eased up beside her, whispered, “Some people will tell you that the best thing you can do when you’re outgunned is to give up and negotiate for your safety. Nothing is further from the truth. If someone attacks you, fight and keep fighting with whatever you’ve got, especially when you’re dealing with people who have probably killed before.”
“Like assassins sent by a drug lord?”
“Exactly,” Jack said, looked at Mo-bot. “First shot, you upload that video.”
Mo-bot nodded, but Justine could tell she was shaking.
For several minutes there was just the sound of their breathing. Then Justine heard a soft ding from Mo-bot’s computer. Two new numbers were flashing—8 and 9, the rear bedroom and the bathroom windows.
They’d already been breached and no one had heard a sound.