Chapter 20: On the Run

Battlefords Inn Motel

North Battleford, Saskatchewan

Canada

0200

The knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts and Chuck padded over to the window, peering out through a gap in the curtains.

"Finally," he said once he'd gotten the chain undone, "How'd it go?"

Sarah shrugged and slipped by him, brushing a kiss onto his cheek. Windblown snow tried to drift through the door before he could close it. "It's worse than we thought," she said. "Casey and the others' mission was a setup. I doubt Frost ever came within fifty miles of the place. Somehow, they knew exactly who was come a-calling. Danny was captured, Laura's in the ICU, and Casey's convinced we've still got a mole problem. He and Jarod are on their way back to DC; Kevin's staying at the hospital to watch Laura's back."

"So, you got through to the DDO?"

"Not directly," Sarah said. "Since Mags is babysitting for us, I gave her a new emergency contact protocol, like our old Newsarama one from a couple years ago. When I got my new phone I dropped her a status update and she gave me Casey's whole After Action Report. Bill says we need to lie low until we know what Jill told Volkoff and the Ring. Then we'll set up a meeting with Myers and ship her off to witsec."

"Well at least we're not back to using old school book codes for our contacts with CIA," Chuck said.

Sarah frowned. "Where is she, anyway?"

"Shower. Why?"

She rolled her eyes at him and pursed her lips sourly. Chuck shrugged. "What? She had blood on her neck, and all on the side of her face."

"I'll bet," Sarah said and rummaged in her pocket for her keys. "Go get the stuff out of the car?"

"Wait, you went back for the rental?" Chuck said when he recognized the Hertz keychain.

"Relax," Sarah said and quirked a half-smile. "I played musical license plates with a half dozen cars; we're safe on that front for one night at least."

"That's not my point! They could have had somebody watching the car, waiting with a rifle to kill you," Chuck said.

"I chose that parking space carefully. There weren't any sight-lines on the car more than a hundred yards out, and I scoped them out before I went back. Besides, we might need some of the gear I left in the trunk," Sarah eeled out of her heavy coat, tossed it on one of the pair of queen sized beds and sat on the other.

Chuck bounced the keys on his palm and considered his wife's posture. "Don't kill her. We still need to know what she told them."

"Of course I'm not going to kill her," Sarah said.

"Or maim her."

"Fine, nor shall I maim her," she said. "Fair enough?"

"I have a sinking suspicion I need to be very specific."

Sarah gave him a seraphically innocent smile. He grumbled and trudged out into the cold. Barely seconds later, the bathroom door opened.

"You sure you don't want to —urm" Jill was wearing a towel wrapped around her chest, and a sulty expression that dripped slowly off her face at the dangerous glint in Sarah's eye.

"Finish your thought, Roberts," Sarah said.

"Where's Chuck?"

"'You're sure you don't want to where's Chuck'" Sarah frowned. "That doesn't make much sense, Roberts."

"Um."

"That's one."

"What is?"

"The whole half-baked shower-seduction thing. That's one."

Jill recovered her composure with commendable quickness. She managed a smile, but it was a little weak. "What happens you get to three?"

"I break your face like Humpty frelling Dumpty. Go put some clothes on, you're embarrassing yourself."

"My clothes have bloodstains on them," Jill said.

"Make do."

"If we have to go out in public, the blood from the guy you shot off my back; it's going to attract notice."

"Just get dressed; we can worry about your wardrobe later."

A knock came at the door, and Sarah went to check it while Jill retreated into the bathroom. Sarah did her usual peek at the side of the peephole before glancing through, then pulled the door wide.

"You didn't have to bring it all in one trip, I would have come help you," Sarah said, trying to take some of the burden off him. Chuck shrugged her hands aside.

"It's alright, I got it," he said, piling their luggage and her cased sniper rifle next to the dresser.

Sarah frowned at the bathroom door. "Did you check to make sure there's not a window she could have wriggled out of?"

"What? No, of course I didn't check for that."

"She's our prisoner."
"Wait, really?"

Sarah took a deep breath so she didn't say something she'd regret later, and went over to pound on the door. "What's taking so long?"

"You really think she'd jump out the window?"

"We're on the ground floor; I'm taking nothing for granted and neither should you."

Jill opened the door with a grimace. "What now, Walker?" Sarah lashed out, grabbing Jill's arm and twisting it up behind her back before shoving her none too gently against the wall. "Ow, damn it, let me go! What is the matter with you?"

Sarah hauled the pistol out of the small of Jill's back and took a full three steps back, brandishing the weapon where Chuck could see it. "No guns for you, Roberts."

Jill pursed her lips sourly, about to say something back, when Sarah pointed the weapon vaguely at her. "Sit down. Now. What did you tell them about Chuck? Did you tell them our real last name?"

"What's do you mean?"

"Did you tell them Chuck's real last name? This is important, Jill. If you gave them that, you've put my daughter's life in jeopardy, and we need to know as soon as possible. What did you tell them?"

"I'm not telling you anything until I've got my deal."

"Once we're back in DC we'll hand you over to Witsec; it's a done deal."

"It's not done until I've got it in writing. I'm not telling you anything."

"I can always make you tell me."

"This is the woman you marry, Chuck?"

"She's not usually so angry," Chuck shrugged, "but under the circumstances I can't really blame her. Did you tell them my real name?"

"I want that deal in writing before I say anything at all."

Sarah's eyes could have flash-frozen a fair-sized pond. "Chuck, why don't you take a shower," she said. "You've got dried blood behind your ear."

He shuddered and scooped up his overnight bag, leaving Jill and Sarah alone in the room. Jill swallowed nervously.

Sarah unloaded Jill's gun and set it on the nightstand between the two double beds, before sitting down across from Jill. "What is this, the waiting game?" Jill said, "weren't you going to threaten me some more?"

Sarah folded her arms and frowned."You know I took him off the grid for the better part of a year?"

"What? Why?"

"NSA tried to split us up." She said simply. "Come between me and my man, bad things happen to you. I almost put a bullet through Beckman's eye when she decided to put Chuck in a bunker. Not my proudest moment."

"You let them put him in a bunker?" Jill demanded.

"Not like I had a lot of choice in the matter. Your friends in the Ring sent a commando raid through our front door while I was eight and a half months pregnant. NSA took me to the hospital. By the time I broke out he was already on his way to the bunker. My point was to show you how far I'd go to keep him safe, from any threat. I threatened to use needle-nose pliers on the head of the NSA if she didn't let me see him. Do you really think I'd hesitate to kill you if your... intransigence causes some harm to come to my daughter?"

"No." Jill said softly.

"This whole mission is stupid. I could have taken you out from four or five blocks out, but Chuck insisted we needed to bring you in and find out what you had told them."

"If you're trying to get me to cooperate, why remind me how much you want to put a bullet in my brain?"

"So that you understand the restrain I'm showing," Sarah said after a moment. "You're getting preferential treatment because we can't risk Chuck's identity being out there. And there are too many people could recognize Carmichael from that conference. And if you gave them his real name, Chuck's sister will be a target too. My daughter will be a target."

"Is that why you made him grow his hair out that long? Some lame disguise. The funny animal shapes are growing funny animal shapes."

"No. I like the animal shapes. They're sexy. Plus, they gives me something to hold on to when he gets a little too enthusiastic. I'm sure you know what I mean?" She arched an eyebrow and Jill scowled. "You kept the ring, I'm just making sure you know exactly how taken he is."

"I saw the wedding rings."

"And some part of you still thinks I'm playing him. That this is all some long con, that I'm still just doing my job, playing the role." Sarah said harshly. "You think my marriage is a cover. What about my daughter? If you answer that I swear to god I'll break you in half."

"Way I heard it she was an accident. Can't be all that attached to her."

Sarah closed her eyes and forced down the urge to throttle the bitch, counting to ten slowly in her head. "Unplanned. Not an accident. He didn't accidentally put that ring on my finger."

"Mine either," Jill said.

Instead of rising to the bait. Sarah clenched her teeth, and reined her temper in again. "That's two. After this is over, you stay the hell away from my family."

"You CIA types make me sick." Jill said. "You come into his life and completely take it over and what? You expect a ticker-tape parade."

"I never dumped him for a job."

"No, you just fucked him for one."

Sarah sprang off the bed at her, full armed slap knocking Jill into the headboard. It wasn't a well thought out strategy on how to start a fight, she realized that immediately after she started the movement. But by then it was too late, she was already moving forward bodily. Jill rebounded well and didn't have time to put much force behind her reply, but Sarah's forward momentum all but drove Jill's fist into her face right below the eye. Sarah saw lights and shook her head, trying to shake away the cobwebs. A second punch hit her in the mouth and she spat blood onto the carpet. "Bitch." Jill growled and Sarah flipped herself onto her back, legs going up in a pincer. Her right foot hit the side of Jill's closest knee and she jammed the other into the brunette's gut, bending her over.

Sarah reached up and grabbed a handful of Jill's hair, yanking back as she hauled her torso back, rolling Jill over her and following, straddling Jill's chest to pin her down. From her superior position, Sarah could rain down elbows. The fight would be over soon. Sarah reared back to deliver what would probably end up being a concussion at the least, when Jill tried to shift out of the poor position she was in. Sarah tried to pin her opponent's arms and end the confrontation; she'd let her temper get away from her and this whole thing was getting out of hand.

"What the hell!" Chuck shouted, door flying open. "Jill, Sarah what!" Jill took the momentary opening afforded by the distraction of Chuck clad only in a shower curtain, and grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair, yanking her out of position and trying to get back to her feet. Sarah shoved off momentarily before she came back driving her knee into Jill's ribs and grabbing the bitch by the throat. She was through playing around. This time she was just going to give Jill a good old fashioned palm strike to the face and drive the sinus bone right up into her brain and be damned to the consequences. But then Chuck was behind her, arms around her waist pulling her away, lifting her bodily up and clear of Jill before she could follow through. Chuck put himself between them, and then realized just how bad of an idea that was, but had no time to change anything.

"You see!" Jill said, gasping for air. "You see what she's like, Chuck. She's a killer."

He put his back to Sarah, focusing his anger on Jill. He was still going to have to live with Sarah for the next forty or fifty years or so, and he really didn't want her holding a grudge. "Well isn't that the "

"You can't trust her with—"

"She's the one with the black eye, and the busted lip, Jill," he cut across her testily. She was starting to sound ridiculous. Of course he could trust Sarah. But there was genuine fear in Jill's dark eyes and— he heard the snick of a charging handle being pulled. Chuck whirled around and grabbed the sniper rifle, trying to wrestle it away from Sarah.

"Sarah, no!" He hissed. "We need her alive if—"

"Everything okay in there?" A voice cut through the door. "Police, I heard screaming?"

"Jill. Bathroom. Now." Chuck said, voice a low whisper. He yanked the gun away from Sarah, who wasn't really too keen on hanging on to it any more. He bent to slide it under the bed, and when he straightened, Sarah was thrusting his pants and shirt at him. Chuck tugged them on, careful not to zip himself into the zipper. "Oh my god, Sarah, are you alright?"

"Listen. You need to open the door, or I'll bust it down." The cop said through the door.

Chuck looked at her helplessly. "What do I do? They're going to think I hit you..."

The banging on the door continued. "Come on, asshole open up." Sarah yanked a pillowcase off her pillow and used it to wipe the worst of the blood, but it did little more than smear the red across her chin even worse than before. She shrugged.

With a sigh, he finally pulled the door open a few inches. "Hello?" He said, a nervous grin playing across his lips. "What seems to be the problem officer?"

"You mind if I come in?"

"I do in fact." Chuck said. "My wife isn't dressed."

"She's got fifteen seconds." The cop said, raising his voice. "And then I'm coming in."

Chuck tried to close the door to use the time to come up with some kind of plan, but the officer had his foot in the door. He pursed his lips and instead called over his shoulder. "You decent, hon?"

The cop barged in, pushing his way past Chuck. "Just the two of you here?" He said.

Sarah nodded. "Yeah. Look, I don't know who called you, but I'm fine. We're fine."

"You don't look fine. You look like your scumbag boyfriend just beat the shit out of you." The officer had his hand on the butt of his gun, keeping one eye on Chuck. "You don't have to be scared of this asshole."

"I have four black belts. Believe me, I can take care of myself."

The cop didn't even seem to hear her. "If you don't press charges he'll just do it again. And maybe next time nobody calls the cops and you end up dead."

"I'll say this one time. He. Didn't. Hit. Me."

"Then who did?" He said. "You're not going to give me some bullshit about you falling down some stairs are you? We're on the ground floor."

Chuck started to say something, but the cop rounded on him. "You shut your damn mouth. Guys like you make me sick." And of course, Chuck couldn't help it, he grinned a little and rolled his eyes. Guys like him.

"Alright that's it, creep." He said, "Hands on your head."

"He didn't hit me." Sarah insisted. "And I'm not pressing charges. So you can't."

"I'm bringing him in for questioning." The police officer said. "There's a stolen car in the parking lot."

Chuck put his hands on his head, waited for the cop to move behind him and met Sarah's eyes, hoping she had some kind of plan. She cut her eyes toward the bed, underneath which most of their guns were hidden. Chuck shook his head, barely the tiniest of movements. Sarah snorted and narrowed her eyes, and whipped the gun she'd confiscated from Jill off the nightstand. She slapped the magazine back in even as she darted to the side, rolling across the bed to give herself a better angle so she could shoot around Chuck if she had to. "Let him go." Sarah growled.

"What the what?" The officer said, eyes going wide. "What are you doing?"

"Chuck, move away, slowly." Sarah commanded, the cop stood there, dumbfounded, handcuffs hanging from one raised hand. The officer let his eyes flick back and forth from Chuck to Sarah and back. His mouth hung open, lost for words, and unsure what to make of this development.

"Okay, whatever your name is."

"Kyle."

Sarah racked the action back, chambering a round. "Don't interrupt. Now, Officer Kyle, I want you to reach across with your left hand, take two fingers and drop your gun to the carpet and kick it over to my husband."

"Sarah, really. We could have talked this out. Kyle seems like a reasonable man."

Kyle nodded vigorously. Sarah glared at him and wiped her bloody nose. "Take off your gun belt and drop it on the floor." The officer complied. "Take three steps backward. Chuck get his cuffs."

"I'm really sorry about all of this."

"Chuck! Stop apologizing, he was trying to arrest you."

"Yes'm." Chuck said, and took the handcuffs out of Kyle's unresisting hand.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Can't talk, wife is in angry mode." He said, slapping the cuffs on.

"Where's your backup?" Sarah demanded.

"I didn't call any—"

"Can the bullshit. How far out are they?"

"I don't understand what's going on."

Sarah growled and put the barrel of her service weapon in Kyle's face. "How long do we have."

"A couple minutes, five at the outside. I was at the gas station across the street when I spotted the plates."

"What plates?"

"There's a stolen car in the parking lot. I came over to take a look and I heard the screaming."

"You parked the stolen car in our parking lot?" She said, and even though she didn't break her sight picture to glare at him, he wilted.

"Sorry."

"Too late to worry about it now. Jill! Get your sorry ass out here and lets move." Sarah barked, before going on in a much more pleasant tone. "Chuck, grab the guns?"

Kyle's eyes widened when Chuck hauled the sniper rifle out from under the bed. When Jill walked out of the bathroom, the officer's eyes practically came out of his skull. "Dammit, Walker." Jill said holding her side. "I think you broke a rib."

Sarah turned the gun on Jill. "Shut up and get it in gear. We're on a timetable again," she said. Sarah blindfolded and gagged Kyle before tranqing him and stuffing him unconscious under the bed. Chuck and Jill worked to pack everything up, but there wasn't a lot, Jill didn't even have a change of clothes, and the bloodstains down the front of her shirt from yesterday would make things complicated. With reluctance, Sarah agreed to let Jill borrow one of her shirts, and while Jill went into the bathroom to change again, Chuck and Sarah finished loading the trunk.

They piled into Kyle's patrol car, with Jill in the back, for obvious reasons, and Sarah peeled out of the lot. They could hear sirens in the distance, but Sarah swerved the car down a side street and made for the highway.

"Is there a reason you're driving toward the cops?" Jill said, fingers in the grating and hanging on for dear life.

Sarah's lips twitched. "Absolutely," she made a quick U-turn, the sudden jolt as they crossed the median bouncing them around in the car, and fell in behind the police car responding to their 'domestic disturbance,' before she flicked on the lights and sirens.

"How is this better!" Jill said, voice higher pitched than normal in distress.

"Uh oh," Chuck said. "Sarah, are you about to do what I think you're about to do?" She nodded. "Jill. Seatbelts!"

"What are you talking about? There aren't any seatbelts back here."

"Oh, darn," Sarah said with a grin. "Don't die." The insincerity was just dripping from her words.

"Waaalker!" Jill shouted and Sarah gunned the engine. Their stolen cruiser dipped around the responding officers' on the left and Sarah tapped the brakes as she swerved back to the right again, planting the front bumper in the driver's side rear wheel well. With a smile in her heart, Sarah executed a perfect PIT, steering into the collision until the target vehicle lost traction and fishtailed around. She already had the window down and her sidearm ready, and Sarah took the opportunity while the responding vehicle was side on to them, to put two rounds into the front tire and the rest of the clip into the engine block. Even steering one-handed, Sarah managed to disengage officer Kyle's stolen cruiser and drive off clean.

After a drawn out moment of dead silence in the cruiser, save for the noise of the siren, Sarah passed the empty pistol to Chuck so she could put her hands back to the wheel in the approved 10 and 2 locations. She turned left through a red-light and turned off the siren.

"And what did that accomplish." Jill said, taking her fingers out of her ears. "Now we've got every cop in the damn county after us."

"What percentage of those cops do you think are working for the Ring?" Sarah shot back over her shoulder. "Got to be fairly low, and I'd rather take my chances in Canadian jail than risk letting them catch up with us." Chuck grinned at her.

"God, I wish I hadn't let you take my gun." Jill said. "I could shoot the both of you. Or better yet, myself. Do you have to be so damn cute all the time?"

"I do," Chuck said and laughed. "It's in the pre-nup."

"Anyway." Sarah said, drawing the word out. "We've bought some time. Be on the lookout for a nice abandoned field or something, just make sure we can steal another car near it."

"And why are we stealing cars, CIA?" Jill demanded.

"Because we compromised the Carmichael death to make sure you couldn't expose his real identity. So now we're back to square one, cut off from reliable intelligence and support. Actually, no its worse than square one. We can't just disappear because Beckman knows we have to go back for Lisa, and she might be waiting with the goon squad to put Chuck in a bunker again for all we know. I hope you're proud of yourself." Sarah said, turning down a cross street and searching for a good candidate.

"What do you mean, Carmichael death?"

"We faked our deaths a few months ago." Chuck explained. "Tons of fun."

"We had to do that, because the Ring tracked us down at our off-the-grid safe-house while I was nine months pregnant. I just got finished telling you about it."

"You really have a kid." Jill said, finally coming to grips with that fact.

"The main point of telling you that is to tell you the kind of people you're dealing with."

Jill scoffed. "You didn't tell her about the exploding earpiece, Chuck? It's not like I had much of a choice, Agent Walker."

Sarah sighed. Her usual response for when people insisted on Walker wouldn't work, because officially that's who she was supposed to be, calm, cool collected, Agent Goddamn Walker. Going hyperviolent on Jill for her 'slip-up' wouldn't do anything, except make her clam up about the one thing they needed to know from her. That and there was that pesky screen grating between the front seat and the passenger compartment, that would make payback for the motel difficult. Although... Sarah stomped suddenly on the brakes, and Jill smacked her face into the grating.

"Ow! Shit!" Jill put a hand to her bloody nose.

"Sarah!" Chuck said. His wife shrugged.

"She was asking for it."

It only took them a few minutes to find a likely target, an oldsmobile, probably twenty years old, but in decent shape, which made it perfect for her purposes. Also, it was located down an alley and they were in a mostly deserted street. Sarah pulled the police cruiser up behind the olds and got out. Chuck started to open the door to let Jill out, and Sarah shot him a look. "No." Was all she had to say, and he shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, while Sarah went around to the trunk. "Come on, help me unload."

She tossed him a slim-jim, which he promptly flashed on before using it to pop the lock. Once he'd sat down in the driver's seat, he flashed again, and rubbed his temple a little, massaging away the beginnings of a mild headache from the back to back flashes. He was halfway through hot-wiring the Oldsmobile when Sarah banged on the trunk, and he popped it open for her.

"Hey!" Jill said, raising her voice. "You going to let me out of here, or what?"

Sarah stowed the last of their weapons and supplies in the Oldsmobile's trunk and slammed it shut. "You know what this is?" She said, bouncing a cell phone on her palm as she approached.

"Cell phone?" Jill said grumpily.

"NSA issue incinerator," Sarah said, and tossed it into the front seat. She pulled out her burner phone and tapped in a number. "I hit send, and we say goodbye to Jill Roberts once and for all."

"Chuck would never let you—"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I'd enjoy making it up to him anyway. Tell me what you told them." Sarah said. "Chuck's not in charge here."

"Dammit, I didn't tell them anything!" Jill said, clawing at the window. "Come on, walker! Let me out! I told you! I didn't tell them anything!"

"Good." Sarah said, and hit send. "See you around Roberts." The blond got in the passenger seat and the Oldsmobile pulled out the opposite end of the alley. The phone lying on the front seat started ringing just as they turned to corner. It rang, and rang, and then, it stopped, and went to voicemail.

Jill, staring at the incinerator so intently, didn't notice at first when the Oldsmobile backed across the end of the alley and stopped. She did spot Chuck walking back toward the police cruiser. "Run away, Chuck!" Jill said.

"Relax." Chuck shrugged and hopped in long enough to snatch the phone.

"What!" Jill said. "Chuck, don't it's going to explode."

Chuck sighed. "No it's not. Sarah's sense of humor can go a little dark sometimes. It's just a normal phone. Relax."

"I'm going to kill the bitch."

"Hey, no you're not, we took all the guns. And you sucker punched her last time, and Sarah still ended up about a second away from killing you. She'll just beat you up again in a straight up fight. But, come on. You have to admit, it is a little funny."

"I will do no such thing."

Henry Ford Hospital

Detroit, MI

0545

"Her prognosis is better than we really expected," the doctor said. "It was touch-and-go there for a while, but she's out of the ICU. The surgery went well, and none of the pieces of shrapnel did any permanent damage to the internal organs. There will be a certain amount of physical therapy needed, but I expect your friend to make a full recovery, Agent Woods."

"Partner, not friend," Kevin said. "Can I go in and see her?"

"They're just moving her to her room now," the doctor said. "But I suppose so. Agent Camden won't be awake for another couple hours though I'm afraid."

"That's fine," Kevin said. "You have the room number?"

"No, but they'll know down at the nurse's station."

"Thanks," he headed that direction and waited for the nurse to point him in the right direction. "Laura Camden?"

"She's just come back from ICU," the nurse said. "204, down the hall there."

Kevin crashed in the chair at Laura's bedside, and opened his eyes suddenly. Something had woken him up. He glanced at his watch. Nearly two hours; he couldn't afford to fall asleep like that on watch. Kevin scanned the room for whatever it was that had awoken him, and his eyes widened in surprise. Laura was up, and starting to panic. She already had one hand on the tube running out of her mouth to the ventilator.

"Hey, don't pull that," Kevin said, scooting his chair closer. "I'll get the doctor to come in and take it out if you want. What's wrong? Hang on," he said and fished a pocket notebook out of his coat pocket. "You up to writing?"

Laura nodded weakly and gripped the pen; her handwriting was shaky, but still legible.

Danny?

Kevin shook his head. "They got away; we think he's still alive. But we're not exactly—" his phone rang. "Sorry, I've got to take this, it's the Colonel. Try to get some rest, okay?"

Once he was out in the hall, he answered his flipped his phone open. "Woods, any news?"

"Not yet," Casey said. "Hopefully I'll hear back from Walsh and O'bannon. What about Laura?"

"She woke up a second ago, and she's asking about Danny. Which, I've gotta say, is high on my list too. We need to go after him."

"I don't disagree," Casey said. "But under the circumstances, we've got to play this smart. We don't have the manpower we can trust right now, and running off on a half-baked rescue mission is just going to get one of the good guys killed."

"I understand that," Kevin said as he approached the nurses' station again. He glanced absently at the TV on the wall. "But— hang on." He pressed his phone to his chest. "Would you turn that up, please?"

Kevin stared at the television in shock.

Unknown subject wanted in conjunction with the shooting deaths last night of two Detroit police officers. He is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous.

Kevin swallowed. "John, we got a problem," he whispered, half turning away from the nurses station to keep her from overhearing. "I'm on the news. The sketch is a pretty good likeness. Apparently I'm armed and dangerous."

"Freeze!" Someone shouted. Very slowly Kevin looked over his shoulder. Two men in police blues stood twenty feet behind him down the corridor.

"I'm gonna have to call you back, John."

TO BE CONTINUED...