Дэвид Балдаччи - Long Road to Mercy

Her Glock and backup Beretta had no chance against a weapon that was designed for max firepower and resulting death on a battlefield. A torso or head shot from a combat weapon was pretty much not survivable. It didn’t wound; it made organs disappear.

She decided she might as well give it a shot. She called out, “FBI. Identify yourselves or I will open fire.”

Neither of them made any indication that identification would be forthcoming.

Instead, one of them threw something toward her.

She put her head down and told herself it would be over in a second. No pain. Just... nothing.

Another part of Pine kissed her ass good-bye.

Still another part of her cursed that she was going to die without even knowing why.

The thrown object hit the ground. There was a flash of light and an explosion.

And once more Atlee Pine’s world went dark.

“Special Agent Pine?”

Pine drew in a long breath and an antiseptic odor filled her nostrils.

She wondered if Heaven was super clean.

She doubted Hell would bother.

“Special Agent Pine?”

Her eyelids fluttered open and then closed.

Then they opened again and remained that way.

Carol Blum was staring anxiously down at her.

The older woman breathed a sigh of relief as her boss’s gaze fixed and then held on her.

Pine rocked her head from side to side and saw that she was lying on a gurney.

“Where am I?”

“Emergency room.”

Pine touched her forehead. There was a gauze bandage wrapped around her head. “How did I get here?”

“Ambulance.”

“What about the others?”

“Others?”

Pine tried to sit up, but Blum put a hand on her shoulder and gently nudged her back down.

“I was with two men,” said Pine.

“I don’t know anything about that. I got a call that you had been in an accident and had been brought here.”

“Who called you?”

“The hospital.”

“Why would they call you?”

“They actually called the office. They must have seen your badge. I got the message from there. I called them back and then drove straight here.”

“I phoned the cops about a situation. We were hit from behind. Someone tried to kill us.”

Blum shook her head. “Again, no one told me anything about that.”

At that moment, a doctor in a white coat and light blue scrubs came in with an iPad in hand. He was in his late forties with thinning hair and a calm, almost bored look.

“How are we doing, ma’am?” he asked in a cheery tone.

“I’m fine,” said Pine. “What about the two people with me? They were injured, too. One of them badly.”

The doctor’s casual demeanor evaporated. “Other people? There were no other people. You’ve had a concussion. I don’t believe you’re thinking clearly.”

“I’m thinking very clearly,” said Pine. “There were two men in the vehicle with me.”

He shook his head. “Look, I’m the only doctor on duty in the emergency room. One ambulance came in last night. With you. Automobile accident. You ran off the road and were injured.”

“And who told you that?”

“The ambulance crew.”

“How about the cops?”

“I haven’t seen any cops.”

“Shit.” Pine sat up and pushed off efforts by the doctor to stop her. “Where are my clothes. And my guns?”

“In a secure locker,” said the doctor.

“Get them. I need to get out of here.”

“We’re keeping you for observation.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m the doctor here and I’m telling you—”

Pine swung her legs off the bed, her bare feet hit the floor, and she pulled off whatever medical devices were attached to her.

“I’m an FBI agent. And I’m telling you to get my stuff, or I’m going to arrest you for interfering with a federal officer.”

The doctor looked at Blum as Pine stood there in a flimsy hospital gown. Even in her bare feet she towered over him. And the look on her face, with the bloody bandage wrapped around her head, was of a woman who was not to be denied.

The doctor said to Blum, “Is she serious?”

“Well, I’ve never known her not to be. So, it’s a safe bet that you’re going to jail if you don’t do as she says, which I highly recommend that you do.”

Twenty minutes later, Pine, fully clothed and gunned up, was striding out of the hospital with Blum next to her.

The sun was just starting to rise.

“How did you get the message from the office?” asked Pine.

“I didn’t until I checked the line early this morning.”

“How early do you check it?”

“Four o’clock every morning. Just in case. I wish I had checked it before.”

“There were two men,” said Pine as she took off the head bandage and dropped it into a trash can. “We were intentionally run off the road, and then a chopper landed. There were two guys in body armor with combat weapons. One of them threw a flashbang or concussion grenade and knocked me out. I’d already been hurt in the crash, so that accounts for what happened.” She looked at the sky, checking the status of the rising sun. Her watch had been damaged in the crash and her phone had run out of juice. “I must’ve been out for about eight hours.”

She looked over at Blum. “Do you believe me?”

“I would hope you wouldn’t have to ask that, Special Agent Pine. Of course I believe you. So the people in the chopper must have taken the two men.”

“Or else the car that hit us came back for them. But yes, they were taken.”

“Does this involve the dead mule case and the missing person, Ben Priest?”

Pine nodded as they reached Blum’s light green Prius in the parking lot.

“Only the Ben Priest that went missing wasn’t the real Ben Priest.”

They climbed into the car and Blum started it up.

“So where is the real Ben Priest?” Blum asked.

“He was one of the men with me last night. He and his brother, Ed. Ed flew in from the East Coast and called me. I picked him up at an IHOP in Flagstaff and took him to my place. He tried to kill me while he thought I was sleeping.”

Blum took this startling information in stride. “Did he indeed? How badly did you beat him up?”

“I didn’t have to. He chickened out. He’s actually not a bad guy. His family was threatened. It was them or me. So he came out here to do the deed, then got cold feet. But through him I was able to connect with the real Ben Priest. We met last night at El Tovar. Then we got in Ben Priest’s Explorer and drove off heading south. That’s when we were attacked.”

“That qualifies as a busy night.”

“We need to go to the site of the crash. I need to check some things.”

She gave Blum the directions, and about an hour later they arrived at the spot.

There was nothing there.

The burned-out carcass of the Explorer was gone. The tire marks on the shoulder had been tidied up and the debris field policed.

Blum pulled off to the side of the road and they got out.

They walked the site together.

“They did a good job cleansing the site,” said Pine. “But not good enough.”

She pointed to a felled tree.

“Somebody cut this tree down last night with a chainsaw. You can see the teeth marks on the wood. Then they used the chainsaw to tear up the spot where the Explorer hit the trunk. But if you dig in there, you’re going to find the green paint and other residue from the truck.” Next, she pointed to patches of dirt along the grass shoulder. “They had to cut those out because the grass there was burned. And I’m betting that if you brought a metal detector out here, you’d find a shitload of tiny pieces from the Explorer. And when it blew up, I’m certain there are parts of it that ended up far away, and in the woods over there.”