“If you can hear me, I’ve got Harris. Put your gun on one of the other guys.”
Harris chuckles. “It’s still three against two, sweetheart,” he says. “And as soon as the shooting starts, your boyfriend ain’t gonna be able to hit a goddamn thing. That shot against Carson was impressive, but we both know he ain’t no Gareth McCormack with that thing.”
“You’ll be dead first,” Ariana says.
“You’ve got to hit me for that to happen,” he says, and he begins leaning his head from side to side, like a boxer bobbing and weaving. “The rest of us here, we’ve served in war zones. This ain’t nothing new to us.”
Ariana’s arm begins to tremble. She can’t help it.
She knows that if she pulls the trigger, she’s dead. Even if Rory gets someone with his first shot. Even if he gets them all after the fact. As soon as the first shot is fired, she’s dead.
“It’s three against two,” Harris says again, unable to keep from grinning. “Your call.”
Ariana prepares to pull the trigger.
If she has to die today, she’s going to go down fighting.
“Actually,” she hears someone say in a nasal voice. “It’s two against three.”
She looks over and sees that the soldier with the broken nose—the one Rory had talked to at the gate that day—is pointing his AR-15 at McCormack’s other man.
Harris looks like a gambler who thought for sure the three aces he was holding would be a winning hand, only to find himself penniless after his opponent dropped a royal flush.
Ariana glares at Harris and says, “Your call, sweetheart.”
Chapter 103
I WATCH THROUGH the rifle scope as Harris and the other man lower their weapons and set them in the grass. Ariana, with the help of Mr. Broken Nose—or McQueen, as I guess I need to start calling him—makes the two men lie on the ground with their hands clapsed behind their heads.
When I’m sure they have the threats secured, I sling McCormack’s M24 over my shoulder and start down the ladder. It takes me almost ten minutes to walk over to where they are. When I get there, Ariana gives me a tight hug.
She was stoic through it all, but when she’s in my arms and I can feel the tremble of fear in her body, I get a sense of just how scared she was.
“You saved my life,” she whispers in my ear.
“I owed you one,” I say, and then when we break the embrace, I wink and give her a smile.
I walk over to McQueen and extend my hand.
“I had a feeling about you,” I say.
“I couldn’t stand by and be a part of this anymore,” he says. “I knew what we were doing was illegal, but I never signed on to hurt innocent people. I didn’t sign on to kill Texas Rangers.”
“You did the right thing,” I say. “If most of your brethren in the armed forces are more like you—and less like Gareth McCormack—then America is in good hands.”
“If the rest of the Texas Rangers are anything like you,” he says, “then Texas is in great hands.”
We both laugh. It feels good to laugh.
I ask McQueen if he’ll help us until the cavalry arrives. When more law enforcement officers get here, I’ll ask him to give up his gun.
“You’ll be arrested,” I say. “But I swear I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re treated fairly. We’ll need a cooperating witness to help us make sense of everything that’s been going on here. If I have anything to do with it, you won’t see the inside of any jail cell.”
He considers my proposal.
“The other option,” I say, “is you take off right now. You’ll be a fugitive, but I won’t stop you from going. Not today. I owe you that.”
He shakes his head. “No. I’ll stick around and do the right thing. Like you said, it’s not too late.”
I nod my head and turn back to Ariana.
It’s been an intense forty-eight hours. Her hair is a mess. Her face is streaked with dirt. Her clothes are torn and dirty.
But she has a smile on her face that gives me butterflies.
“What now?” she says.
I nod to Harris, lying in the grass with his hands over his head.
“You want to do the honors?”
She smiles even bigger.
“With pleasure,” she says.
She walks over and kneels next to Harris’s face.
“Chief John Grady Harris,” she says, “you have the right to remain silent…”
Chapter 104
THIRTY-SOME HOURS later, Ariana and I are at the Rio Lobo police station, talking through