Judgment at Alcatraz: A Danya Biton Novel by Edlund Dave

Author:Edlund, Dave [Edlund, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: political thriller;government conspiracy;domestic terrorism;military;action;thriller;suspense;political intrigue;Alcatraz
ISBN: 9781611533842
Amazon: 1611533848
Goodreads: 54578680
Publisher: Light Messages Publishing
Published: 2021-04-27T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

At the base of the staircase, Danya again leaned in close to the door to complete an audio check of the room beyond. She heard nothing alarming, only the muffled voices of many people carrying on normal conversations. She slid the MP5 from her shoulder and stashed it in the storage closet behind the door. Put the extra ammunition magazines inside her pack before placing it next to the submachine gun. Anyone entering the closet would not see the weapon unless they closed the door—possible, but not likely.

The folding knife she’d taken from the big man at the rocket launcher was tucked into a back pocket of her jeans, while the portable radio was clipped to her waistband at the middle of her back after ensuring it was turned off. The oversized sweatshirt easily covered the items, allowing her to blend in with the hostages.

Once again, she leaned in close to the door for one last check. And as before, all she heard was the indistinct chatter of muffled voices. She squatted and delicately turned the doorknob to crack the door open enough for a quick visual survey. All clear except for two armed guards conversing across the large room. Even the nearest clusters of civilians paid no attention to the door opening just a bit.

She pushed it open further. Still squatting, she slid through the opening and closed the door behind her. Thirty feet away, a middle-aged woman sat cross-legged with a group of children. The youngsters were completely occupied, entertaining themselves by playing a card game, seemingly oblivious to the looming threat of harm. The woman, however, raised her head just as Danya was closing the door. She opened her mouth to speak, but Danya pre-empted her with a finger held to her lips. The woman accepted the message, her glare punctuated by a raised eyebrow.

Danya scooted over to the group and squeezed between a giggly adolescent girl and the woman, who learned toward the newcomer.

“Who are you?”

“The one who got away.” Danya said, furtively angling her gaze to take in the room.

“Huh? I don’t understand. Why did you come in through that door? Is that a way out?”

“Maybe. Probably not.”

The kids paid her no heed as they continued to play the game, which required each to throw cards from their hand, face up, onto a communal pile, which other players would randomly and frantically grab, inevitably resulting in a chorus of laughter.

“Are they going to let us go?”

Although Danya knew the answer, she didn’t want to voice it. Since every hostage was a potential witness, no way the terrorists would allow them to walk away. But it was important that the hostages did not give up hope.

“I’m Danya. What’s your name?”

“Sue. Sue Kincaid. I teach at an elementary school in Alameda. These are some of my students. We’re studying the Civil War. Some field trip.” She frowned.

Her brunette hair cascaded in graceful waves before being pulled together with an elastic band just below her shoulders. She wore turquoise-rimmed glasses that rode low on her nose, giving her a scholarly appearance.

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