Chasing the Night (Eve Duncan) by Johansen Iris

Author:Johansen, Iris [Johansen, Iris]
Format: epub
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2011-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

Joe jumped out of the car and into the knee-deep mud at the side of the road. “Let’s go, Kelsov. I’ll take the guard on the road, then move into the trees. You move east deeper into the marsh.”

Kelsov was already slogging through the mud and disappeared into the trees.

Joe glanced at Eve. “Stay in the car. Don’t get impatient. I’ll let you know when it’s safe to go.”

“We’ll stay unless you’re too long,” Eve said.

Catherine nodded. “And then we come looking.”

Joe shrugged. He hadn’t expected anything else. “I’ll let you know,” he repeated, and moved away from the road into the thicket.

Stay close to the road but out of sight.

Bravski had said he’d seen one of Rakovac’s men on the road several yards north of the twisted pine. That didn’t mean he’d not change his sentry position, but it was reasonable to put a man on the road in case of an approach by auto.

Move silently.

It was easy enough to move through the heavy water and mud with no noise. The problem was usually to not disturb the birds and other animals. That was why he had to creep through the marsh; slowness was of the essence. But he knew how to negotiate swamps. He had done it so many times before. It was bringing back memories of those missions in North Korea when he was a SEAL.

Good. He needed that mind-set.

That was no problem. He was already feeling the surge of adrenaline and the revving of the fierce hunting instinct that was purely primitive. He had loved his stint in the SEALs. He had left the service when he realized he loved it too much. He knew that hunting instinct had to be channeled, or he’d become a savage.

As he was at this moment.

He felt his blood pounding through his veins and his brain open and hyperalert as he searched for the prey.

And there he was.

A tall, burly man carrying an automatic rifle as he stood on the road. He looked bored.

He wouldn’t be bored for long.

Joe moved several yards past the sentry before he started to edge closer to the road.

Slowly.

He took his knife from his holster.

No sound.

Closer.

He had to be almost on top of him before he came out of the water. There was no way to disguise that sound.

Position.

The sentry was oblivious, staring into the marsh.

Joe tensed, gathering his muscles for the spring.

Be swift. Be catlike. Then the knife before the man knew the threat.

Now!

He leaped out of the marsh.

The guard cursed and tried to swing the rifle around.

Too late.

Joe’s knife entered his heart.

He fell to the road.

Get rid of the body in case one of the other guards in the thicket saw him lying on the road.

If they hadn’t already.

Joe pulled the dead man to the edge of the road and pushed him into the marsh. Then he jumped in after him.

One gone.

Go after the other two.

He could feel his heart beating hard as he moved through the mud. He felt complete, invincible. No one could stop him.

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