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“There are two snipers on you, Tommy, so don’t even think about it!” I yell as I see him scurrying toward the fallen man. I grab one of Crusher’s guns as we both scramble back to our feet and begin walking toward him. “We‘re not here to kill you!”
“If you pick up that gun, its suicide,” Crusher yells as Tommy reaches for the pistol.
“Don’t Tommy! Please don’t!” a woman screams, pleading with him.
“We don’t want to kill you,” I reiterate. “I just want to talk to you.” We continue walking slowly toward him and it’s obvious that he is torn as to whether or not he should pick up the gun. He looks over at the woman and relents, holding up his hands and lowering his head.
“You got the ankle cuffs?” Crusher asks, looking over at me. I completely forgot about them after the shots were fired. In the moment, I was only focused on self-preservation. “I can handle him with one arm,” Crusher assures me, so I turn back to retrieve the black box.
Chapter 24
Mandy
After watching things go down through the binoculars, I’m glad that Anthony kept me back at a safe distance. I was also glad to see Trey get up after the shots were fired. The man with Tommy was actually The Ghost according to Anthony. I could see that he took the shot left-handed and his right hand was in a cast.
“I wasn’t going to give him a second chance,” Anthony says, jumping up and pulling a handgun from its holster. “Bolt, you cover the buildings, while I go help Crusher and Trey.”
Bolt turns his weapon toward the buildings in the distance, while Anthony and I begin running toward the others on the beach. Crusher is holding Tommy, while Trey is walking toward them with the black box. I can hear the woman sobbing, but it’s hard make out what she is saying.
“I’m not going to hurt him as long as you shut the hell up,” Crusher growls at her as we approach. “Tell her to shut up,” he instructs Tommy.
“Vanessa,” Trey says, shaking his head and setting down the black box on the sand next to the chairs. “You guys had this all worked out from the beginning didn’t you?” The look on Trey’s face lets them know that the gig is up. “So, you and Tommy really are a thing, huh? Now everything is starting to make more sense.”
“No one was supposed to get hurt,” she replies, trying her best to look remorseful. “I didn’t know any of this was going to happen.”
“So, you didn’t have anything to do with Dad’s death?” Trey asks, walking right up to her and looking her straight in the eyes.
“No!” she exclaims. ”I didn’t have anything to do with any of it. Other than Dr. Potaturri erasing Tyler’s memories.” She hangs her head, looking down at the sand. It’s obvious that she realizes that everything is over and Tommy won’t be getting away with his perfectly crafted plan.
“You told me that you don’t make mistakes,” Trey says, turning his attention to Tommy who is still being restrained by Crusher. “Your only mistake was a direct result of your humongous ego.” He glances at his diamond Rolex, but doesn’t give away the secret of how we were able to track him.
“What do you mean my ego?” he asks, still seeming shocked by the fact that we were able to track him down so quickly.
“When you act like a cocky asshole and tell everyone that you are too smart to make a mistake…” Trey pauses and moves right in front of him. “It makes everyone work that much harder to prove you wrong.”
He stares silently at Tommy for a few seconds before turning his focus to the black box that is perched in the sand next to him.
Trey
The moment that I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived. I turn the combination lock and pop the clasps, lifting the lid to reveal four shiny metallic ankle bracelets. I watch Tommy’s pupils dilate as I pull the first one from the box and hold it up in front of him.
“I’ll have you know, these cost me a small fortune,” I tell him, rotating it in my hand to give him a complete view of it. “I simply open it up like this and place it on your ankle.” I bend down and slip it on him. “Now I adjust it for your ankle size, click the latch and pull this little pin to activate it.” A high-pitched sound emanates as the band energizes and the green lights come on along the side of it.
“So, now I’m under house arrest?” he asks, not understanding the full extent of his dilemma.
“Pretty much, you’ll never be leaving this little island again. We dropped a detonator in the water about two hundred meters off-shore and if you ever get more than a mile away from it, this little baby will release the toxin inside,” I tell him, not wanting him to know that the detonator was actually hidden on the island.
