Takeover - Lisa Black [105]
“I do it every day!”
“Well, we haven’t had your practice. Besides, every person over there knows that if it were their mother, they’d feel the same way. Her boyfriend’s with her, and Patrick keeps checking in. That’s all we could do.”
She turned her face up to the monitor. I’m fine, honey. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. “How’s Paul?”
Again that suspicious pause. “I don’t know.”
She gave him no shelter from her stare. “Don’t know or won’t tell me?”
“I truly don’t know, Theresa. I know that the hospital spoke to Patrick once, but I didn’t even have a chance to ask what they said. I’m sorry.” His gaze remained steady, but then this was Chris Cavanaugh, the man who could talk anybody into anything, the man whose entire mission in life was to maneuver and manipulate.
But he couldn’t lie either, right? He would have been busy, and surely they would have told him if Lucas had murdered a cop. The negotiator would need that information. Paul must be all right. He must be.
“We’ll be gone from here soon, and you can find out for yourself.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Lucas is getting ready to bolt. I can tell. He’s hyper.”
They watched Lucas, gun still in hand, armoring himself with the vest. Missy and Brad absorbed his every move, as though waiting to see if he’d put the gun down, or drop it altogether.
Cavanaugh noticed her wrists. “You’re hurt.”
“So are you.”
He felt his chest, grimacing at his own touch. The vest had stopped Bobby’s bullet, but he’d be badly bruised for weeks. “Just a flesh wound.”
“Ah. A Monty Python fan.”
“Isn’t everyone?” Then, as if she might not know this, he added, “Eric Moyers is dead.”
“I saw it.”
“I told him it would be all right.”
He didn’t appear to be thinking about his perfect record. “Chris, it’s not your fault.”
For a moment he seemed ready to laugh. “Of course it is! I broke one of the most important rules—never bring family in. You can’t predict the results.”
“You thought it was the only way to get them to give up.”
He leaned back against the marble, his body positioned in a casual slump while his expression stayed anything but casual. “He trusted me. Everyone trusted me.”
“Snap out of it.” She made her voice deliberately harsh. “Bobby had this planned from the word go. He wanted revenge on his brother, and he used you to get him into the open.”
“But he did it so well. It’s almost like he read my book.”
“He probably did, or one like it.” She studied Lucas from her seated position; he seemed flustered by his partner’s demise, but not shocked. “These two played us from the very first minute. We assumed they didn’t mean for their robbery to devolve into a hostage crisis, but they did. They meant to spend all day here. They meant to kill Eric. Bobby meant to die, and Lucas helped him.”
“Why?”
“That’s the whole question, isn’t it?”
Lucas interrupted her words. Not taking any chances, he had the automatic rifle in his left hand and the handgun in his right. “Okay, Missy and Brad, up and at ’em. I need one little favor, and then you can go.”
The young man moaned.
“Come on, Brad, it’s your time to shine—make up for being the little whiner you’ve been all day.”
The two bank employees stood up. Brad trembled. Missy seemed to have moved beyond fear to extreme annoyance. “What now?”
“Those two duffel bags need to go in my car. They’re a little heavy, but you can drag them. It’s unlocked—Theresa, you didn’t lock the car, did you?”
Sounds still seemed to come from the opposite end of a long tunnel. “I…I don’t think so. I can’t remember.”
“If not, come back in and I’ll give you the keys.” Lucas sounded like a helpful rental-car agent, until he added, “Because if you fail to secure those bags in the backseat of that Mercedes out there, I’ll blow out your spine before you make it to the other curb. Got it?”
“Then what?” Missy demanded.
“Then you can go. Walk across the street into the waiting arms of our boys in blue. Or go have lunch at McDonald’s for all I care. I won’t need you anymore. The rest of you, move down here.