J. Jance - Web of Evil

But that wasn't true. Before Ali could touch the door handle, Jake's fingers clamped down on her wrist. Ali may still have been trapped inside the car, but Chris was in motion before all the words had tumbled out of her mouth. She saw her son land and land hard, thrown forward by a combination of his own momentum and that of the vehicle. Then to her immense relief, he scrambled to his feet. Limping slightly, he raced to cover behind one of several waiting California Highway Patrol vehicles.

After that, in the middle of the chaosaccompanied by a cloud of swirling dust and the blinding flash of lightsthere was a moment of utter silence followed by someone shouting, "All right, Maxwell. You're surrounded. Put down your weapon. Come out with your hands up."

Jake looked at Ali. "How do they know it's me? Who told them?"

Ali had no answer for that, but with Chris out of the car and out of danger, she found herself immersed in a well of complete calma place where Jake Maxwell's threats no longer held any sway with her. She was immune.

"It doesn't matter who told them, Jake," she told him. "What matters is that they do know. It's over. You can't get away. Give it up."

"You have to believe me, Ali," he said, after a pause. "I had no idea she was going to kill him."

"Kill who?" Ali asked.

"Paul. I thought Lucia was just going to teach him a lesson. That's the way the Joaquins work, you see. They give people lessons, hard enough lessons so you know what they're capable of, and you don't need another one."

The comment came from so far out in left field that it took a moment for Ali to process it. "You mean you knew?" Ali demanded. "You son of a bitch, are you saying you did it?"

"I didn't. All I did was help get him drunk. I swear to you, I didn't know anything about Tracy and the rest of it. I never meant for Paul to die."

"You did mean it," Ali returned. "You meant it, and he did die. Why? Were you jealous because he got the job and you didn't? Was that it?"

With that Ali reached for the door handle.

"Wait, Ali," Jake said. "Don't leave me, please. I'll drop the gun if you stay. I promise. They won't shoot me as long as you're with me."

What Ali felt in that moment was a contempt and loathing so complete and all-consuming that there was no room left in her soul for anything else, especially not fear.

"Forget it," she told him. "You're on your own."

"But I have a gun."

"You may have a gun, buddy-boy," she told him, "but I know for a fact you don't have balls enough to use it."

With that, she opened the car door and stepped out into a world of flashing lights. And even there, in the middle of the sudden chill of the cold desert night, she knew that at least one or two of those flashing lights were bound to be cameras.

Blinded by them, she was startled when a pair of strong arms grabbed her and pulled her behind one of the waiting vehicles.

"Ali. Thank God!" Dave exclaimed. "Are you all right?" In the pulsing light she caught a glimpse of the relief on his worried face.

"I'm fine. Really."

"Come on, then," Dave said, leading her away. "It's too dangerous. Let's get out of here."

"How did you find us?" Ali asked. "How did you know where to look?"

Dave didn't answer. "Later," he said.

"Where's Chris?"

"Out of the line of fire. Where you need to be, too."

Someone shouting over what sounded like a bullhorn was still ordering Jake Maxwell out of the Alero as Dave led Ali to the far side of the concrete restroom complex. There she found Chris sitting on a picnic table with a paramedic applying ice to his ankle.

"The EMT grabbed me and wouldn't let me loose. It's just a little sprain, Mom," he said reassuringly. "It's nothing. How are you?"

Ali hurried over and hugged him. "I'm fine," she said. "I'm completely fine."

She turned back to Dave. "But how did you know amp;"

"Ask your son," Dave said. "Once he realized you were in trouble, he punched his phone's redial, and the last number dialed happened to be your folks' phone back in Sedona. Fortunately Bob was there and answered. Chris was wearing his Bluetooth mini earplug. That allowed Bob to overhear everything that was going on in the vehicle without Jake having any idea anyone was listening in. Bob immediately put another call through to usa conference callso we could all monitor the situation."

Ali remembered giving Chris a tough time when he had returned from a weekend skiing trip to Aspen with a telephone earpiece attached to his head. Now it appeared that an even smaller mini earplug might well have saved both their lives.

"And knowing what was up," Dave added, "Easy was able to get one of his electronic techs working the Pink Swan warehouse scene to reinitiate your GPS."

"So, from all that, you knew where we were the whole time," Ali said.

Dave nodded. "Pretty much," he said. "But none of that would have happened if Chris here hadn't used his head."

Flooded with relief and gratitude, Ali gave her son another hug. She and Chris had been in danger, all right, but not nearly as much as she had supposed.

"But you were here waiting for us," Ali said a moment later. "How did you do that? You and Easy were still in Valencia when I left. I thought you were going to pick up my mother."

"Fortunately, we were unavoidably delayed. And after that, it took some doing," Dave said. "And some pretty amazing police car driving on Easy Washington's part. Of course, it helps to have CHP cars clearing traffic ahead of us all along the way."

"So that was you?" Ali asked. "The flashing lights I saw merging off the Sixty onto the Ten just as we got there?"

Dave nodded. "Our first intention was to do this in Beaumont when you stopped for gas. Then we decided there would be less risk to the general public if we did it here at a rest area instead, so we cleared out as many civilians as we could, and here we are. Which reminds me. You should probably give your dad a call and let him know you're okay."

But Ali's phone had bounced out of her hand the moment the tires had gone flat. She had no idea where it was nownone.

"Let me use yours, Chris," she said, holding out her hand.

He shook his head. "I was on the phone the whole way here," he said. "I'm out of battery."

"Oh, for Pete's sake," Dave said, taking out his own phone. "Here. Use mine."

Bob was overjoyed to hear his daughter's voice. "Does your mother know?" he asked. "She's been worried sick and on the phone to the restaurant the whole time."

Ali had reached Edie and was talking to her when Easy Washington came trotting around the corner of the building. "All clear," he said. "Maxwell is in custody. Is everyone here okay?"

"Just my ankle," Chris said, "but it's nothing serious."

"And you?" Easy asked Ali.

"I'm fine," she said. "One hundred percent."

"The Alero's going to have to be towed," Easy said. "And Dave's car is still at the Claim Jumper. I'll have one of my guys load you into a Suburban and take you back. The rest of us have one more stop before the evening is over."

"What stop?" Ali asked.

"In the Old Las Palmas area of Palm Springs," Easy replied. "That's where Lucia Joaquin lives. She and her granddaughter, Amber, are the only ones still at large. We've had Lucia's place under surveillance all night long. There's been no unusual activity, so we're hoping she has no idea we've managed to roll up her entire operation in the course of the last several hours. And now we're going to nail her."

"She's the one who ordered Paul's murder?" Ali asked.

Easy nodded. "I believe so."

"Then I want to go, too," Ali said. "I want to be there."

"You can't," Easy objected. "It's impossible. I'm not allowed to put civilians in danger. It's absolutely against regulations."