Page 103 of Bulletproof Jack: Hunting Lee Child's Jack Reacher

And then four rounds of gunfire toward and from the front of the sedan.

Followed by sounds of the pouring rain, howling wind, and Russell calling her name.

“Otto? Two down. Nice work. You okay?” He shouted over the storm as he trotted across the road toward her.

She climbed out of the mud and stood in the rain to let it wash off the worst of the grime. They met up near the sedan.

Kim pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned on the flashlight as they walked around to the back of the sedan to check the victims.

Both were dead.

“Do you know these guys?” Kim asked, head cocked.

Russell shook his head. “They look like they could be law enforcement, though.”

Kim knelt to pat down the one she’d hit. She found a wallet in his breast pocket. When she pulled it out and flipped it open, she found his US State Department ID.

“Not law enforcement, but you’re in the right ballpark.”

“Crap. Just what we need.” Russell swiped a palm across his face and over his close-cropped hair.

He searched the second shooter and came away with a similar wallet, the same ID type.

“We can’t leave these two here. At the very least, if they’re found here, it will cause some sort of international incident,” Russell said, reaching for his phone. “We’ve got to get them extracted. I’m calling Finlay.”

“Let’s put them in the sedan and find a place to conceal them until we finish this.”

“Too risky.”

“Wait another twelve hours,” Kim said. “Reacher’s close. We know that. Give me a chance to find him before you call.”

Russell said nothing, but he didn’t make the call.

“Twelve hours. Finlay’s still out of the country. He won’t be back until tomorrow, anyway,” Kim argued. “These guys shouldn’t be here, either. They were firing on two federal agents. They’re dirty as hell. We both know that. There’s no harm in waiting awhile longer before we give them up.”

Russell still said nothing.

“Finlay will be fine with all of this if we find Reacher. No harm, no foul,” Kim pointed out reasonably. “Otherwise, we’re both in a world of trouble. Cooper will have our scalps.”

Russell slipped his phone into his pocket, shook his head, and mumbled, “Let’s get these two in the trunk and move the vehicles out of here before someone comes along.”

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Chapter 39

Saturday, June 4

Devil’s Punchbowl, Ontario, CA

Liam had jumped, startled, when the plank door flew open, slamming against the cabin wall. Gusty wind blew inside carrying cold rain along with it. Everything inside already felt damp and chilled. He was more than ready to go.

Before he had a chance to move, Morin lunged through the open door. He held a steady pistol in his right hand, like he meant business.

“Stay where you are,” Morin demanded, scanning the room, gaze resting first on Liam and then focused intently on Audrey. He nodded in her direction. “Put your weapon away.”

She smirked. “You first.”

A deep crease etched Morin’s brow. “I could shoot you now and solve all my problems.”

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