Trust No One by L.J. Breedlove

Trust No One by L.J. Breedlove

Author:L.J. Breedlove
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: veteran, Seattle, reporter, vigilante, newspaper
Publisher: L.J. Breedlove
Published: 2013-04-01T00:00:00+00:00


Chapter 17

SEATTLE (Monday, Dec. 3, 2012, 6 p.m.) — Danny and Shorty had a hole cut in the fence at the base of the hill, parallel to the water end of the house. Less than 30 feet from the fence was some kind of patio/deck with a big glass door into the house.

“Any problems with the fence?” Mac asked, looking at the hole. He could still hear the melee at the top of the hill.

“Nah, they turned off the electricity to the gate when the reporters showed up, I guess,” Danny said. “Stupid shits have the gate wired to the same circuit as the fence. Can’t turn one off without turning off the whole shebang.”

“Thank God for stupidity.” Mac described the scene above.

“We going to go in now with all the fuss up there or wait?” Shorty asked.

Mac hesitated. The guards would most certainly be distracted now; but he wasn’t used to running a rescue operation with the whole world watching — or at least three dozen media people. If they waited, however, the guards would turn on the fence and notice the hole.

“We’ve got to go in now,” he said finally. “Get them out while the guards are busy.”

“The guards may be busy, but what about the others?” Danny asked. “There’s two sets, here. Parker’s usual security guards, and some hot-shot squad watching their captives.”

“That’s how I figure it,” Mac agreed. “They’ve got to be somewhat distracted, too. They’re human. You can’t have all that going on without watching it, thinking what to do if someone does make it to the house and finds two kidnapped victims.”

Danny shook his head doubtfully. “It’s Kellerman,” he said. “Do you think he’ll link the media with you?”

“You want to back out?” Mac said. “It’s your sister, your call.”

“No,” Danny conceded. “You’re right. This is likely to be the best chance we get.”

Mac turned to look at the house and yard. The door looked good. Too good. Still, the house had been built for a family to live in, not as a jail. He scanned the side of the house. Large-paned windows marched along the wall. About midway up the slope, a wing of the house jutted out toward the property line. Mac visualized the assessor’s diagram. That was a guest suite, he figured, and above it was another one.

“Okay,” he said. “Shorty, b&e time. You go for that door. It’s probably alarmed. When the alarm goes off, you head back here and wait. Danny and I are going in through the windows of that bedroom suite there. Kristy and Troy might be there, or more likely, upstairs above it. We’re going after them. When they come out, you grab them and get gone. Don’t wait for us. Get them out of here.”

Shorty nodded. “What about you?”

“We’ll be right behind them, but if we get held up, we’ll meet you back at my place.”

“Should’ve brought two vehicles,” Danny grumbled. “I hate walking home.”

“We’ve done it before. At least it ain’t no fucking desert. We’ve got 7-Eleven to get drinks all along the way.



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