Chapters (58)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- Epigraph
- Part One - Professionals
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Part Two - The First Rule
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Part Three - It’s Personal
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Part Four - Guardian
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Part Five - Rest
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
Pike took a slow breath, and felt as if his world had gently shifted. He ran a hand over his head, the short hair stiff and hard. Everything realigned itself into a more comfortable and familiar arrangement, but Frank and his family were still dead. Someone had violated their home. Someone had hurt them. Someone would pay.
Pike considered the woman on the couch, and realized Frank had not been expecting what happened.
“You didn’t warn them. Frank didn’t know this lunatic was after your kid.”
She glanced away for the first time, not quite so cold or aloof.
“No. We lie to them.”
She said it that simply. No, we lie to them. Then she went on.
“We tell them I have emergency. Is just for a few days, and the lady there, she is nice. I was making arrangements for to get to Seattle. A few days, that’s all, then we will go to Seattle. No one know Ana work for these people. How could he find out?”
Collateral damage.
Frank, Cindy, the boys. At least in the desert, Frank had seen the tanks coming.
“Stay on the couch.”
Pike went into the kitchen. He found ice in the freezer, and plastic trash bags under the sink. He cracked a tray of cubes into a trash bag, then dropped it on Yanni.
“Put this on your face. Tell him to put it on his face.”
Yanni said, “I know what you say.”
Pike stepped around him and returned to the woman. He thought about putting his pistol away, but decided to keep it out.
“Is Darko still in Los Angeles?”
“I think yes. It is hard to know.”
Pike wasn’t thrilled by her uncertainty, but at least she seemed willing to cooperate.
“Let’s say he is. If he’s here, where can I find him?”
“I don’t know. If I knew where he was I would have the boy, yes? I would shoot him, and take back the boy.”
“Where does he live?”
“I don’t know. He move a lot.”
“How can you not know where your husband lives?”
She closed her eyes. Her hard face softened, but the corners of her mouth seemed bitter.
“He has not been my husband for many months.”
Pike thought about it, then waved the gun at her belly.
“He do that?”