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Chapters (82)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. Praise for Blood in the Water
  81. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  82. Newsletter Sign-up

Soh had moved to Bond Drive, a quarter block from the garage entrance at the back of the courthouse. The end of the street, where it ran into Courthouse Way, was blocked off by a contingent of Boston’s finest, outfitted in riot gear, standing behind flimsy wooden barricades. The crowd on Bond was thinner and less agitated than the crowd in the front of the courthouse itself, but it was still a solid contingent, and he could sense the tension in the way the officers regarded those staring down the small street toward the portal through which Vincente Carpio would be driven. That was fine with Soh; it made it less likely that they would wander out into the crowd to create a problem.

He regarded the fifteen-foot garage doors, currently pulled closed. The doors were made of solid steel, and it was unlikely that any common firearms would be able to breach them. Javier Carpio had been very specific—he wanted Soh to paint an area five feet above the door through which Vincente Carpio’s van would travel.

All Soh could focus on was the power he would have if the plan was successful. He felt in his pocket for the large laser pointer, and leaned against the building, hood up, trying not to be noticed.

SIXTY-SIX

Kit Steele’s phone buzzed, and she saw Cormack’s number on the caller ID. She turned her ringer off and put the phone back in her pocket. She couldn’t afford to be distracted now, and Cormack was unquestionably a distraction.

She was in the transport van with Vincente Carpio, headed into the city. There were four heavily armed and armored security squad members with them, alternately watching Carpio and checking outside the van for anything unusual. There were three other federal vehicles in their convoy, each with a complement of armed guards from a combination of federal and local law enforcement agencies. It seemed that while no single agency wanted responsibility, none of them wanted to be accused of failing to supply support.

Carpio had been loaded onto the van more than an hour before. She had watched him in his cell on the video monitor, and he had spent almost the entire morning on his knees. She thought perhaps he was asking God to help with his escape, but she knew that he had lost all faith long ago. In any event, she was sure that no deity could help set him free now. She knew what his plan was, and she knew that she would stop him.