The Midnight Hour - Brenda Jackson [70]
He glanced up into the rugged face of the old man who was waiting for an answer. It was dark and the meeting was in a rural area of town on a deserted back road. The sale of tins rifle was regulated by federal law, and shipment was restricted to military institutions, sheriff's and police departments or holders of federal firearm licenses. Just the mere fact that the gun was being sold to him warranted a lot of questions, so in his book the geezer had best tend to his own business while he tended to his.
"That about does it," the Red Hunter finally said after counting out every single dollar the old man had charged him. "Are you sure I have enough darts?"
The old man licked his lips when he stuffed the money into his back pocket. "Yeah, I gave you plenty. Just remember that the serum in the darts is more potent than most. With just a single shot, in a range of up to one hundred and fifty yards, it has the ability to immobilize an animal as large as a bear rather quickly and lasts a little longer."
The Red Hunter nodded. "But it won't cause injury?"
"No, just renders them unconscious just long enough for you to do whatever you want to do with diem."
The Red Hunter nodded again. He knew what Cross's plans were once he notified him mat Warren and me woman had been captured. But what Cross didn't know was mat he had plans of his own, and if Warren and the woman were such a valued prize, then Cross would do things his way. With Rangel dead things might start unfolding and he needed enough for a fresh start someplace.
After he was sure the old man had gotten into his car and driven off, die Red Hunter got into his truck and, using a flashlight, he pulled out me map he had studied earlier. From "e information he'd been able to gather, Warren and me Woman were traveling by car, headed east. After checking with the airlines it seemed mat Warren had flown to Oakland from Houston so chances were he was returning there.
Red Hunter also found out that Warren had friends in Houston, old military buddies who would probably assist in keeping him well-hidden for a while.
Red Hunter smiled. He had friends in Houston, too, and he would call on those friends for information, and assistance if he needed it.
Houston, Texas
Ashton Sinclair woke up abruptly. He'd had another vision. Thanks to his African-American heritage, which included ancestors who had been fierce tribal medicine men with mystical powers, and his Cherokee Indian heritage, which included a great-great-grandfather who'd been a shaman, he had been born with the gift of visions. He looked down at his wife, Nettie, who was sleeping peacefully next to him. He'd had a vision that she would one day be his wife. Of course, she hadn't thought so. And on top of that, he'd also had a vision that she would give him three sons, triplets. Again, she hadn't believed that either, mainly because doctors had told her she could never have children. Now with his sons sound asleep in the other room, it was a testament to the power of his visions. He sat up. That's why he was concerned about the one he'd just had. It hadn't made much sense.
Trying not to disturb Nettie, he slipped out of bed and; walked over to the window. It was a beautiful night, he thought, as he stared up at the full moon. He didn't have visions often, but usually when they occurred there was also a full moon. The last one he'd had over eight months ago had involved Sir Drake. This one had involved Drake, too.
When he heard a stirring behind him, he turned and watched as Nettie reached for him and when she found the spot beside her empty, she sat up and drowsily searched the
room. When she saw him she pushed her hair back from her face and smiled.
He returned her smile thinking that he was definitely a blessed man. Nettie and his sons meant everything to him and he loved them dearly. Friendships meant a lot to him as well and he immediately thought of his two closest friends, Trevor and Sir Drake. He was 100 percent certain that Trevor was