[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
End of story. Davis came close with his hand outstretched.
Her full attention was caught when he turned and opened his fist. There in his palm gleamed a pile of
ammunition. The bullets from her 9mm.
You might need these next time, he said, spilling them into her hand. He turned to lift Steele from
the floor.
Silk reloaded her weapon. Surprise, mortification and admiration warred within her chest. Rule had
outmaneuvered her. Her shock and embarrassment were only slightly appeased by the hot curl of lust his
cleverness reawakened.
She tried to ignore her desire as they worked together without words. The bathroom made a fine
holding cell. As Davis handcuffed Steele to the towel rack, he watched her lift Larkin.
Where do you hide the muscle?
Silk dumped Larkin in the bathtub. She walked by Rule and briefly pressed a finger against one of his
impressive biceps.
Brawn is not the only indicator of strength.
No, Rule replied as he shut the bathroom door. He twisted the knob until it was bent, fashioning a
makeshift lock for the makeshift jail. But it comes in handy at times.
Silk felt her body respond to the emphasis Rule placed on at times . He had been strong and more
than enough in her arms and between her thighs. He truly was magnificent, physically and mentally.
But that was over.
She could not dwell on their coupling. She had business to attend. She had a life to reclaim and the
day was already speeding away from her.
66 www.samhainpublishing.com
Chapter Twelve
The tower rose up from the middle of an overgrown field in Mercer County, Pennsylvania. From the
road, it looked abandoned, like some ancient ruin left to crumble alone and forgotten. It was built of gray
stone blocks, but the blocks must have been a hundred years old.
Davis explained that the cylindrical structure was called a silo and it had once been used to store feed
for cattle. Hamburgers. Silk swallowed. Better to chew the dusty grain.
They had no choice but to park in the open. The little white car they had purchased in the last town
was not hidden in the tall grass by the road, but at least it wasn t the sedan. They had left that in a parking
lot. It would be found, but not until they were far away. And it should be some time before the FBI
discovered what they now relied upon for transport.
Evidence of occupancy became apparent as they approached the silo. To the rear, a camouflaged
satellite dish pointed to the sky. And at intervals along the silo s wall, stone blocks had been removed.
Glass now covered these holes, making a dozen miniature windows.
A rotted door hung off rusted hinges on the front of the silo, but to the side a small entrance shielded
by scrub bushes was obvious to someone with inside information.
Solstice Meadows had given them perfect directions.
He had also told them how to approach the building without getting shot.
Silk held her hands open and to the side, as did Davis, to show they presented no threat to the man
they had come to see. They waited like this for several long moments by the entrance.
It s easier to get in the Pentagon, Davis grumbled.
The door slid open with a quiet hiss. Silk went first, scrapping one shoulder. Davis came after,
manipulating his large frame with care. The door closed behind him with a snap.
As their eyes adjusted, Silk noted that the interior was surprising. Sunlight filtered through the
windows they had seen outside. Small beams of light illuminated a shadowy, lofted world that opened into
an expanse all the way to the roof of the silo.
A twisted, framework of woven metal wound around and around the outer edges of the room. It
reached up and up to two other levels made with the same woven steel. When their host rolled to meet
them, Silk realized these ramps and levels expanded his use of space while the weaving allowed him to see
his entire domain.
Barbara J. Hancock
Who sent you? the man in the wheeled chair asked. His legs were withered and small. His arms
were huge, even bigger than Rule s. He could have wrestled an Enforcer and won. His face was shadowed.
His voice was strong.
And he had a Mahberg Laser on his lap.
Meadows. Solstice Meadows. And you won t need that, Davis answered, nodding to the weapon.
No? I haven t heard from Sol and he e-mails me every couple of days. Maybe he could have used
one.
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]