Jamie Freveletti - Running from the Devil

Boris ran up to him and started licking his face. Miguel felt someone grab him from behind. He started to struggle, but stopped when he heard Sumner speak.

“Get up, Miguel, the beach is on that far side of the hill. You said you wanted to get to the beach, didn’t you?” His voice held a cajoling note. Miguel tried to laugh, but pain shot through his side as he took a breath.

“The wound must be bad, Sumner, because that’s the longest sentence I’ve ever heard you say.”

Sumner’s grin was strained. “I’ll look at it when we get to that boat.”

Miguel let Sumner help him up. Boris danced in front of them, running forward, tail up like a flag, and then circling back to run alongside. Miguel leaned on Sumner and they limped down the beach. A cabin cruiser floated in the water, anchored twenty feet out into the water.

“That thing isn’t a boat, it’s a small yacht.” Miguel could barely get the words out.

“Looks like we’re about to steal a cartel leader’s pleasure ride,” Sumner said.

Miguel wanted to respond but found that he couldn’t. Stars danced before his eyes and his side hurt like a bitch. They reached the beach and Sumner continued forward, plunging knee-deep into the water and dragging Miguel with him.

“Canvass it first,” Miguel said. His voice was so weak that it came out like a whisper.

“No time,” Sumner said.

“You’ve got that right,” a man’s voice said behind them. Sumner turned to look into the face of the man at the airstrip with the two bodyguards.

49

BANNER TOUCHED HIS HELICOPTER DOWN TO REFUEL AT AN AIRSTRIP, where the signing of paperwork ensued. While he stood at the dirty counter in the tiny airstrip, his phone rang with the ring tone he reserved for Stromeyer.

“Tell me some good news,” he said without preamble.

“Everyone’s pounding down my door to speak to you, and none of them believe that I can’t reach you.”

Banner smiled at the phone. “Your reputation for knowing everything precedes you. Now you’re reaping the results, eh?”

He heard Stromeyer’s snort from five thousand miles away and down the phone line. “Margate is losing it. Word just came that the pipeline was blown and two U.S. soldiers were captured seconds later. The implication is that they deliberately blew the pipeline in retaliation for the hostage situation and order to evacuate.”

“What soldiers?” Banner shifted the phone to his left hand to allow him to sign yet another piece of paper that a hangar employee shoved under his nose. “None of ours is anywhere near it, and I thought Margate gave the order to extract the rest.”

“Miguel is one and Sumner is the other.”

Banner stopped writing. “Who captured them?”

“A high-ranking member of the FFOC.”

Banner slammed out of the small office. The sun hit him full force. He shoved on a pair of wraparound sunglasses. Almost smiled at the instant relief they gave him.

“Where are they being held?” He strode quickly toward his helicopter.

“Don’t know. I think at the pipeline. But word is that Miguel is injured.”

“Get me the coordinates for the pipeline. I need to know where to find them.”

“I’ll send them in an attachment to your phone. I’m also going to route Margate to you.”

“Can’t you hold him off a little longer? I don’t feel like dealing with the man.”

“Honestly, I’m afraid if he doesn’t speak to you soon, he’ll give an order that will just make everything harder.”

Banner couldn’t argue with her logic. “Fine. Send him through.”

Within seconds, Banner heard the beeping sound that indicated another call was coming through.

“What did you do, have him on hold?”

“You bet,” Stromeyer said in a sweet voice. “Banner?” Now she sounded serious.

“Yes?”

“I still don’t trust him completely.”

“I know. I’ll tread carefully.”

Banner heard her click off the line before he could respond.

“Banner, explain to me how two of your soldiers got near the pipeline hours after the last soldiers had already been evacuated.” Margate’s anger burned through the line. Banner swung into his helicopter before answering.

“When did Major Gonzalez become mine?” he asked.

“The moment he disobeyed a direct order to evacuate. I’m arranging the paperwork to have him arrested the moment he steps back into the States.”

Banner took a deep breath to avoid snapping at Margate. The man pissed him off to no end, but he needed to keep his cool if he was to save Miguel’s career. “Major Gonzalez operated under a joint order of the DOD and my organization. I have not received the paperwork to withdraw my people, and so he did not leave.”

There was a short silence on the line. “What people? I understood that the only soldiers in the area were regular military special forces,” Margate said.

“General Corvan signed a memo naming my organization as part of the rescue mission. He had to in order for me to be present at the initial meeting.” What Banner said was a technicality only, but he was more than willing to stand behind it to protect Miguel’s decision to overstay his welcome. Now it sounded like Miguel and Sumner were being set up to take the fall for a bombing.

“If he’s under your umbrella, you’d better be prepared to answer to the Colombian government regarding this bombing. I don’t expect them to offer any leniency.” Margate was already working an angle, Banner could tell. But he didn’t care. He’d figure out the details later. Now he needed to get to the pipeline and pull Sumner and Miguel out of whatever nightmare they’d encountered.

“Margate, I doubt they’re responsible for the bombing,” Banner said. “What possible motive could they have?”

“The oldest one in the book, Banner. Money. Colombian government says their pockets were loaded with cash and an entire briefcase of the stuff was nearby.”

Banner stopped fiddling with the helicopter while he absorbed this information. He thought about Gladys’s claim that American businessmen were involved in arms trafficking. He was tempted to tell Margate, but reason prevailed. Time enough to figure out what was going on after he’d located everyone he needed to find.

“I’m sure there’s a good explanation, Margate.”

“Glad you’re so convinced.”

“Where did the Colombian government get their information about the cash?”

Margate coughed over the line. “The FFOC. They’re demanding two million in ransom and safe passage back to their enclave in the south.”

Banner couldn’t believe his ears. “Wait a minute! This accusation comes from the FFOC and you and the Colombian government believe them? Have you lost your mind? Why would you believe anything a bunch of paramilitary killers tell you?”

“I am inclined to believe them because this Gonzalez seems to have gone off half-cocked. He should have evacuated with the rest. When he disobeyed a direct order, it tends to make me wonder why.”

“Your last extraction helicopter was full, so he never had a chance to evacuate. Plus, he’s helping Sumner find Emma Caldridge.”

“I hope you’re right, Banner. If not, then I intend to hang the guy high. The passengers are freed, the military evacuated, and the mission accomplished. As far as I’m concerned, this hijacking has been brought to a successful conclusion. The last thing I need is a couple of rogue soldiers wreaking havoc on our political allies. They’re on their own.”

“And Ms. Caldridge? She’s still stuck out there.”

“She’s a casualty of the situation. I think you’ll agree that losing only one of the survivors is a very acceptable outcome.”

Banner had to clamp his teeth together to stop himself from raining insults on Margate. “I don’t agree at all. I intend to do my best to bring all three of these people back to the States alive.”