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Emily and I shook our heads at each other. I’d heard blowhards before, but this guy was something else.
It took us almost twenty minutes to get into position along the horse trail at the bottom of the shrub-and-loose-dirt-covered slope behind the rented mansion. We spread ourselves out in two-person teams along the bottom of the slope, one team every ten or twenty yards. If Perrine came down the hill, he’d be nailed. I prayed that he would.
When I checked my watch, it was a quarter to twelve. The breach team was due to go in at 12:20 on the nose. It was exactly 12:15 when the bullshit started. We turned as Bassman, who was stationed on the trail to the right of Parker and me, started climbing up the hill with his partner.
“Bassman,” I hissed, rushing down the trail toward him. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Getting into a better position,” he hissed back.
“That’s not the plan, Bassman. You’re gonna get your ass shot.”
“What are you? My mother?” he said, dismissing me with a wave as he continued up the slope.
After another minute, he disappeared over the crest of the hill with his partner.
The moment he disappeared, I looked up to see the huge form of an MH-60 Black Hawk helicopter appear out of the night. It passed extremely low, directly over my head, making no more noise than a Cuisinart mixer. I knew that the military teams were being inserted into the compound by air, in conjunction with the SWAT teams. What I didn’t know was how discreet their entrance would be.
Less than a minute later, up over the ridge in the distance, there came several sharp, loud bangs that must have been the SWAT teams breaching the house’s wrought iron gate. There was a roar of engines that had to be the SWAT vans. Over the tactical mike, I could hear cops—or maybe they were soldiers—calling out a jumble of shouted directions amid more bangs.
That was when the firing started. From everywhere at once, it seemed the silence burst with the unmistakable metal-hammering-on-metal sound of automatic gunfire. The dark sky above us lit up, suddenly glowing with muzzle flashes as the jumble over the radio became confused screams.
The firing was becoming heavier when I heard an unmistakable voice over the cacophony.
“I’m pinned down!” Bassman was yelling. “By the pool house! Cop pinned down! Somebody help!”
“Of course he is,” I said to Parker as I started up the loose-dirt hill.
When I peeked over the ridge, I didn’t see any sign of Bassman, but I did see a figure on the deck. He was a short Hispanic guy in tighty whities, with a tribal tattoo on his shirtless chest, and he was staring straight at me as he raised a pump-action shotgun.
Before I could duck, get my hand onto the pistol grip of the rifle strapped to my back, or say my act of contrition, a half-dozen FBI SWAT guys appeared in the backyard from the side of the house, firing. The glass doors on the deck blew in, along with most of the gunman, as a fusillade of MP5 fire ripped open the entire front of him, from his crotch to his throat.
I stood there, frozen, watching helplessly as the SWAT team rushed in through the back doors.
If they hadn’t come, I would have been dead, I thought. A second later, I would have been gone. I knew it in my bones.
I shook all over.
I’d never been to war.
Until now.
CHAPTER 54
I PULLED MYSELF TOGETHER by the time Parker arrived behind me. I raced with her around the pool and around the dead guy on the deck, into the house.
“Down! Freeze!” cops were yelling. From somewhere a woman was crying.
As we passed a bathroom, Parker tapped me on the back.
“Mike! Oh, shit, Mike! It’s him!”
“Who? Perrine? Where?”
I turned. It wasn’t Perrine. It was Scanlon. I recognized him from his passport photo. Barely. He was on his back in the tub, on top of the torn shower curtain. His hands were handcuffed behind him, and his throat was cut to the bone.
We scoured the house for another twenty minutes before one of the ATF SWAT guys found the trick door in the wine cellar. Beyond it was a steep set of circular stairs, with faux castle walls and candelabra, leading toward a Gothic, dungeonlike door on the bottom.
“What the hell is this?” Emily said as one of the hostage rescue guys in front of us pushed it open.
