Patriot Lies (Jack Widow Book 14) by Blade Scott

Author:Blade, Scott [Blade, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Black Lion Media
Published: 2020-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

Thirty

In North Bethesda, on a quiet suburban street, a black Escalade was parked in front of a mailbox for a house with a For Sale sign out front.

Sathers sat in the driver’s seat, his usual post, and the guy with the forgettable face sat in the passenger seat. They watched through the windshield as a woman down the street gently pushed her two children into a minivan, parked in her own driveway.

She was loading up the kids so she could drop them off at school before heading to her own job.

She got them buckled in and paused a beat as a man came out of the house. He was dressed in a suit and tie, like he was going to head to work after. Dark circles were obvious under his eyes as if he had been awake all night, which he had been.

They watched as Michael Aker kissed his wife and children goodbye.

The wife kissed Aker back. After that, she got into the driver’s seat of her minivan and started the engine. She reversed it and backed onto the street. She looked both ways and drove off.

The guy in the Escalade watched her go.

“I guess he didn’t tell them,” the guy with the forgettable face said.

“Why do you think that?”

“They wouldn’t be going off to school. They’d be running away.”

“Maybe they’re stupid.”

“They are stupid.”

Sathers asked, “Should we go in now? Grab the lawyer before he heads to his office? It’ll be harder to get him there.”

The guy with the forgettable face leaned forward and peered through the tinted windshield.

“Hold on a second.”

He buzzed his window down a crack and leaned next to it. He put his ear out as if he was searching for a sound.

“What is it?”

“Quiet!”

They both listened hard. They heard tires on gravel. It was a car traveling fast through a neighborhood with children and families. It was a careless way of driving through a suburb. It was the kind of driving only a person who doesn’t care about consequences would do, like a criminal or a cop.

Suddenly, a navy blue Dodge Charger swung around the corner; it passed their Escalade and pulled right up to Aker’s house. He was still standing in the driveway after his wife and kids had gone.

Two people got out of the Charger. It was two men. Both had military haircuts. Both had military maneuvers. Only something was different. They were military. They were something else.

They were law enforcement. They were former military.

Sathers asked, “Who the hell is that?”

“NCIS.”

“Oh shit! Are they onto us?”

The guy with the forgettable face leaned forward in his seat and watched them through the windshield.

The two men parked half in Aker’s driveway and half in the street. They left their doors open and walked up to him.

Neither Sathers nor the guy with the forgettable face could hear what they were saying, but they saw the two agents take out badges and show them to Aker.

“Now, we got a problem,” Sathers said. “We should bail.”

The guy with the forgettable face sat back and breathed like he was completely relaxed.

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