head out, and saw Nolan, looking for all the world like Kyle Craig’s twin. He wore a camo knapsack and was crouched twenty feet to my left, six steps back from a thirty-foot drop into woods.
I shouted, “Nolan! Don’t do it!”
But he did.
CHAPTER 84
THE FORMER STUNTMAN SPRANG FROM his crouch, took four strides, and drove off his right foot. He exploded off the edge of the roof, legs and arms pumping as he fell.
I didn’t want to see him die, so I averted my eyes and waited for the thud.
Instead, I heard a sound like a gunshot. I looked up, out, and down, and there he was — not on the ground but twenty feet above it, hanging on to a stout but cracked and cracking limb sticking out of a big pine in the woods behind the motel.
I spun around. “He’s in a tree!”
Bree had been at the back, and now she led the way out of the motel room.
“How in God’s name did he do that?” Mahoney said.
“Fear or lunacy,” Sampson muttered.
“I’m calling the sheriff for backup,” Bree called, scrambling down the stairs.
Mahoney took charge and shouted for me to go around the east side and for Sampson to go around the west. He and Bree would get the vehicles we came in.
Souk, the desk clerk, was by the office door. She looked worried as I raced past her and shouted, “What’s in back of this place?”
“Trees and a swamp?”
“And after that?” I called over my shoulder.
“No idea.”
Over the earbud I wore, I could hear Bree calling for backup as I ran along the side of the motel. The way was choked by weeds and vines. Thorns tore at my skin and clothes. There was trash everywhere.
I got to the rear corner of the building, gun up, and peeked around it fast. The trashy thicket went the entire length of the motel. Dead center of that space, a good twenty feet from the Regal’s rear wall and eight feet up the pine tree, Nolan was looking over his shoulder right at me.
For a split second, I saw sheer terror in his eyes, as if he saw clearly who was pursuing him. Then he launched backward out into space and managed a quarter turn before hitting the ground in something like a parachutist’s roll. He grunted in pain, but rolled over onto his hands and knees and then scrambled over the bank out of my sight.
“He’s heading north into the swamp,” I barked into my radio as I fought forward through the thorny vines and trash.
At the other end of the building, Sampson was doing the same. But there were old mattresses, abandoned refrigerators, and other no-tell-motel relics piled up and blocking his way.
Bree’s voice crackled over my earbud. “Sampson, go east. You’ll hit a north/south road.”
“Copy.”
“I’ll stay on him,” I said into the mike at my collar.
When I reached the spot where Nolan had disappeared, I could tell where he’d gone into the mud from the busted skunk-cabbage leaves and bent little saplings.
I slid on my butt down the steep bank. My athletic shoes sank in the mud when I hit the bottom. They almost came off when I lurched up and tried to gain ground on Nolan. The going was tricky, solid earth one step and then six inches of oozing mud the next, a veil of vegetation ahead of me.
In the distance, I thought I heard thunder, and I noticed the sky clouding fast.
“How wide is this swamp?” I said, breathing hard.
“Maybe three-quarters of a mile?” Bree said.
“Then what?”
“State route. Major artery.”
“Close it off.”
“Already asked.”
“I’m heading there right now,” Mahoney said.
Sirens began to wail far away. The wind was picking up, the clouds gathering.
I reached an opening where the swamp became more of a slough marsh for sixty yards. And there Nolan was, flailing and crawling out the other side of the wetland, caked in mud and swamp grass.
The marsh grass grew in dense, tightly clustered clumps with spiky flowered heads above the water. I jumped to one clump, wobbled for a moment, and then hopped to another.
Luck and stability were with me almost all the way across the slough. But right at the end, with maybe six feet to go, I lost my footing and sprawled on my face in the goop.
I crawled and flailed up the far bank just as Nolan had. I wiped the mud from my eyes and kept on, seeing that he was leaving mud tracks that I could follow.
Suddenly I