The Second Horseman by Kyle Mills

Author:Kyle Mills [Mills, Kyle]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Thrillers, Suspense fiction, Thieves, Terrorism, Intelligence officers, Terrorism - Prevention, Prisoners, Illegal arms transfers, Nuclear weapons
ISBN: 9780312934170
Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks
Published: 2007-04-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter TWENTY-SIX

Brandon watched the truck Catherine was driving ease into the left lane and he leaned forward to see better. Instead of staring at the cash-stuffed trailer, though, he watched the dark windows, trying to get a glimpse of what was behind them.

"Did you see that kiss?"

The driver tensed, wringing a drop of sweat from his hand that slid down the steering wheel.

"My relationships with women have been screwed up my whole life, you know? Started with my mother, I think. Then I went into this kind of work and that made it even worse. I mean what kind of woman would put up with me running all over the country at a moment's notice and waiting for the cops to kick in our door? I'll tell you: Not good ones. Not ones like her . . ."

The driver's eyes were locked straight ahead and his face was frozen and pale enough to be almost corpselike. Brandon pulled the pack of cigarettes from the man's shirt, lit one, and held it out. "Seriously, man. You need to relax. Weren't you listening to what I said earlier? The only way you can get hurt is if you do it to yourself. And why would you, right?"

The man's nod had a panicked earnestness that made Brandon wonder if he was actually listening or if he was just in the mode of agreeing with everything. He accepted the cigarette, though, and it seemed to help a bit.

"Okay, Rob ... It is Rob right? Rob Taylor?"

The particular tilt of this nod suggested that he was now aware Brandon knew where his daughters went to school. Definitely not a step in the right direction.

"Okay, Rob. Here's the deal. There's been no change. You're just going to drive this truck exactly like you would the real one." He showed the man a list of code words Scanlon had provided. "You're gonna check in on nice regular intervals just like you always do. The last thing you want is to get stuck in crossfire between us and a bunch of SWAT guys, right?"

No answer.

"Right?"

"Right."

Brandon reached beneath the seat and retrieved a belt made of surplus military webbing and parts from cell phones and walkie-talkies. The buckle had been replaced by a small padlock.

"Put this on under your shirt."

"What is it?"

"Just put it on, please."

A glance at the gun in Brandon's waistband brought Taylor around and he did as he was told, skillfully maneuvering the truck as he slid the belt around his waist. Brandon tightened it and clicked the lock shut, then flipped a switch that caused a red light to come on.

"We can hear everything you do and say over that thing," Brandon said. "It's essentially a speakerphone with an open line."

All true. It turned out that one of Scanlon's guys was a wizard with electronics.

He reached over and pulled up the man's shirttail. "See that wire? The thick black one? It's not actually a wire at all. It's plastic explosive. Not much. Just enough to cut you in half.

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