The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by Karen Leabo

Author:Karen Leabo [Leabo, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-345-54490-2
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2014-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

Sophia screamed. “Oh, my God, it’s that nutcase FBI agent! We’re all gonna die!”

“Quiet!” Clint barked. He glanced over at Marissa for help, but she wouldn’t meet his gaze as the bitter taste of betrayal rose in her throat. How could he do this? He hadn’t said anything about pulling the gun.

Was it all a scam, then? Was everything he’d told her a pack of lies? Jeez, not only had she blown any chance she had of escape, but she’d drawn Jimmy and Sophia into mortal danger too.

Clint slowly released Jimmy’s hand. “Put both hands on the steering wheel, please, and keep them there. Jimmy, are there any weapons in the car?”

“For cripe’s sake,” Jimmy said. “Marissa, what’s going on?”

She looked over at Clint. “Well, um …”

“Would you mind telling him?” Clint asked impatiently. “Things are a little tense here, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“They wouldn’t have been tense if you didn’t have that stupid gun!” she said, wishing she had the guts to take it away from him the way he’d taken hers away.

“I’m trying to keep myself from being shot,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m willing to bet there’s at least one other gun in this car.”

Probably two, Marissa conceded silently. Jimmy always had a gun in the car, and Sophia probably had one in her purse. They both were qualified to carry a concealed weapon, as Marissa was. “Okay,” she said, reaching a decision. She would have to be the one to defuse this situation. “Everybody just calm down. Sophia, stop crying. No one is going to die.” She reached between the seat and opened the console. There was Jimmy’s pearl-handled pistol, an old Colt similar to hers but larger. It had belonged to their father. She grabbed it and handed it to Clint.

“Marissa, what are you doing?” Jimmy demanded.

“Clint’s only here to talk,” she said. “The faster and better you cooperate, the sooner he’ll be done with his questions and be gone. Sophia, hand me your purse.”

“But—”

“Just do it, baby,” Jimmy said, sounding resigned.

Still sobbing, Sophia handed Marissa her large, black designer bag. Marissa fished inside, found a blue steel nine millimeter, and handed it to Clint. He was already armed with enough bullets to kill them all. What were a few more?

Clint methodically emptied the guns of ammunition, then set them on the floor. “Thank you, Marissa.” His own gun had vanished.

“Somebody around here has to show some sense,” she grumbled.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I had to do it this way. I’d be insane to sit in a car with two loaded guns and announce to your brother that I’m the one who kidnapped you, stole his boat, threatened to attack you.”

“All right, I see your point,” she retorted crossly. “Let’s just get on with this, okay?”

“Fine. Jimmy, take I-45 south to Telephone Road. We’ll go someplace comfortable to talk. The gun’s put away.”

“I’ll drive wherever you want,” Jimmy said. “But start talking now. Whatever beef you got with me, I wanta solve it.” He pulled his car out of the parking lot with a squeal of tires.

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