took the turnoff she had earlier passed. She drove up the dirt and gravel road for about three-quarters of a mile and then stopped.
This was as far as she would go by car. The rest would be on foot.
She opened her luggage and took out all the pieces of plastic and metal and springs. Some pieces were fairly large, others small.
She laid out all the items in the cargo area of the Ford. Her fingers moving with dexterity and precision, she assembled the MP5 submachine gun in a very short time.
She attached the box mag containing thirty-two rounds to the subgun and lifted the strap over her head so the weapon rested comfortably in front of her. She covered up the gun with a long leather duster that reached nearly to her ankles. She put on a cowboy hat pulled low, sunglasses, and gloves.
She could be the female version of a gunslinger going to do battle in the street.
She stared ahead of her, studying the topography, then she started walking. Her pace was unhurried, her gaze swiveling in all directions. Up and down. Side to side. And behind her, all the while listening for any sound that would herald a threat.
She covered the quarter mile, cleared a bend in the road, and stopped. She looked right and left and once more behind her.
She moved forward another fifty feet and then squatted down, took in the lay of the land. Potential threat points were numerous and all fully visible to her.
The house was really a cabin. Felled logs shaved down, their ends tapered, the filling in between solid and new-looking. The door was a sturdy piece of wood. She assumed it would have multiple locks and probably a security system.
No electrical lines out this far. Her gaze swiveled and she saw the diesel generator. But it wasn’t on. It was a backup, clearly.
So where was the primary power?
She drifted to her right to get a better look behind the cabin.
That’s when she saw where a large field of solar panels was arrayed. That was overkill, she thought. Enough energy to power a place ten times this size. There would be underground lines taking the power to the cabin.
To the left of the cabin and fifty yards back was a barn. Solar probably fed that too.
Totally off the grid. Makes sense.
Reel didn’t think there were cows or horses in that barn.
A dusty, late-model four-door Jeep sat in front of the cabin. Local plates. Gun rack in the back with a rifle and scope hanging on it.
She started to move forward, then thought better of it. Keeping behind a tree, she lifted a slender metal object from her pocket, fired it up, and pointed it in front of her at near ground level. The invisible laser lines became visible. Trip field. Alert only? Or maybe booby-trapped.
There could be IEDs all over this place, with the owner the only one knowing where they were.
Reel stayed where she was, contemplating how she was going to pierce this perimeter. There were ways; she just had to come up with the right one.
As she watched, the front door of the cabin opened.
Maybe the problem would solve itself.
CHAPTER
39
IT WAS AN EIGHTEEN-HOUR DRIVE to Arkansas where Roy West had taken up residence. Robie only stopped for gas and to use the bathroom. He ate from provisions he had taken with him from his safe house.
The sun had risen as he pulled to a stop at what he calculated to be five miles from his final destination.
He looked around. He had passed civilization about two hours ago and was officially in no-man’s-land. He hadn’t even seen another house in a half hour. The terrain was both rocky and lush. The roads—well, there didn’t seem to be many of them. And the ones there were had gone from asphalt to gravel and now to dirt.
Robie checked his watch. He had gained one hour by entering the central time zone. He hoped it was worth it. He was tired, but not exhausted.
He rolled down the window and breathed in the crisp air.
He had traveled over mountains and flatlands.
He was back in the mountains.
Arnie had said Roy West had worked at the agency. Reel had apparently been interested in a document that Robie assumed West had authored. This meant something to Reel. Something important.
And where was Reel? Already here?
He looked around again. Lots of places to hide. If the place he was going to was this remote, there was no way he could