If I Should Die_ A Novel of Suspense - Allison Brennan [112]
“But that doesn’t explain why you didn’t turn it in when my dad went to prison.”
In front of them, Adam turned the Camaro off the highway toward the lodge. Jon watched them a long moment, until he passed the private road and sped up.
“The same information that would put Bobbie in prison, or get her killed, would also be the end of Paul’s life. The big drug cartels are ruthless and they always seek revenge. That Paul knew what happened and didn’t give the information to the cops would get him more prison time, maybe—but because he knew and didn’t give the information to one or both cartels? That will get him killed. Turning it over six years ago would have been suicide.”
Ricky was beginning to understand the balance. He wanted nothing of the life his father had led. He didn’t know if Jon had the solution, but anything was better than letting Bobbie go free.
“Okay, I understand. I’m in.”
“Thank you.” Jon turned off the highway toward the town proper, then passed through it.
“What is your plan?” Ricky finally asked.
“Destroy everything Bobbie Swain has built, not only here in Spruce Lake but everywhere she has her tentacles. Then set the final trap. When she steps in it, she’s toast.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
Noah slammed his phone on the table of the Lock & Barrel. “That was Tim Hendrickson. One of Bobbie’s men shot him in the leg and left him at the mine. Jon Callahan showed up, then Adam and Ricky Swain. Callahan took off with several cases of C-4, and Ricky went with him. Voluntarily,” he added.
They’d cleared the Lock & Barrel twenty minutes ago, which wasn’t difficult since only Trina and two patrons were still there. Lucy suspected that everyone in town knew the FBI had taken over the bar, but there was nothing they could do about it now.
“Does Tim know what Jon has planned?” Patrick asked.
“Apparently, Callahan is out for revenge. He’s planning on killing Bobbie Swain, but Tim doesn’t know the details. Sean was right. Callahan was in love with Agent Sheffield and Bobbie Swain had her killed because she was an agent.”
“Explosives?” Lucy said. “If he wants revenge, why blow something up?”
Omar Lewis stepped into the bar. “Because Jon Callahan has fucking gone off the deep end.”
Noah had his gun on Omar as soon as he appeared at the door. He lowered his weapon. “That’s a good way to get yourself shot.”
“Then you’re not a very good agent,” Omar snapped. “I have a key. And so do half the bad guys in this town. I’d suggest you block off the service entrance, and that one,” he jerked his finger toward the back room, “to protect your asses.”
Noah said nothing, but walked past Omar and headed to secure the other exits.
Lucy demanded. “Where’s Sean?”
“At the Callahans’ spread. For the time being, he’s leverage. She’s not going to kill him yet.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better,” Lucy said. She turned to Patrick. “We need to go get him out.”
Patrick nodded grimly, looking first at Lucy, then at Omar. “First we need a plan.”
“How can we trust this guy?” Lucy said. “He shot at us at the mine—he could have killed us.”
Omar looked at her with disdain. “I was a sniper in the military. I intentionally missed. You’re still here.”
A jolt of sharp anger hit her. Lucy raised her hand to slap him, but Patrick grabbed her wrist. “Lucy, you have every right to be angry, but let’s put this aside for now. Slap this jerk after we rescue Sean—that’s our number one priority.”
Omar said, “Like hell it is. He’s a big boy and trained to take care of himself. We have a lunatic running around who’s going to blow up something, maybe this whole fucking town, if we don’t stop him.”
“And then what? You won’t be able to make your big bust?” Lucy countered. “Lives are at stake!”
“And lives are at stake if we don’t stop a very dangerous man called Sampson Lowell. It’s not just about the guns Bobbie Swain is going to store and ship for Lowell—it’s him. He’s my number one target. The guns that take down cops in street fights? They