THE FBI THRILLERS COLLECTION Books 1-5 (82 page)

They held Emma between them for a very long time. Finally, Molly said quietly, “She’s asleep. Thank you, Ramsey. I’ll hold her real close the rest of the night.”

It was a very long time before Molly fell asleep again.
When she awoke, she felt Emma’s wet kiss on her cheek. Emma took her arm and pulled it and she naturally turned over to curl around her daughter’s back.

When Ramsey awoke early in the morning, he thought about Emma’s nightmare, her flat dead words. Twine. He’d tied her with twine, as he would a package. He hadn’t needed rope. She was just a little girl.

Not that it mattered. If Ramsey could get his hands on that man, he would probably kill him. Would he send the man through the system, confident that he’d be punished as he should be? He didn’t know. He just didn’t know. And he should know. He walked to the other bedroom, stood quietly in the open doorway, watching Emma and Molly sleep.

“Ramsey?”

A little whisper of a voice.

“Good morning, Emma. Did you sleep well?”

“Oh yes. Mama’s all snuggled in behind me. This is nice, but I have to go to the bathroom.”

He heard Molly giggle.

He saw Molly kissing Emma’s neck, telling her they’d both go and then they’d get her a bowl of cereal, with bananas, none of those disgusting peaches.

He went back to bed and pulled the covers to his chin. Louey Santera had beaten her. He didn’t blame Mason Lord one bit for taking the bastard down. He’d have taken him down himself. He wondered, as he got up to go to the bathroom himself, if Molly had loved her husband before that.

E
MMA WAS JUMPING
out of her skin she was so excited. She started playing the two-octave piano as soon as she saw it, Ramsey standing just behind her, so surprised he couldn’t speak.

She was playing a Mozart Sonata that had been the title song to an old film called
Elvira Madigan.

All the salespeople in the toy store were beginning to gather around along with children and their parents. No one was saying anything, just watching Emma play on that little excuse for a piano and listening to the incredible music she was making.

He looked over at Molly. He could see that she was humming to herself along with Emma’s playing. She looked as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

He bought the piano. The saleswoman said, “It’s a pity she can’t have a regular piano. She’s quite talented. How long has she been playing?”

Molly answered. “Since she was just three. We’re vacationing here and forgot to bring her portable piano. We’ll make do nicely with this one.”

“Amazing,” the saleswoman said. “Just amazing. You’ve got a lovely, talented little girl.”

Ramsey nodded. “Yes, she is amazing.”

He felt Emma’s hand slip into his. He hugged her against his leg, which was feeling nearly back to normal again. He was down to about four aspirin a day. He wondered if Emma remembered her nightmare. He wanted to ask her about it but thought better of it. No, they needed to talk to a professional. He realized he could call and get a reference.

He said low to Molly when he opened the car door, “Do you think Emma’s doing okay?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t asked her. After last night, I’m more afraid than before.”

“I could probably find out the name of a local shrink, one who deals only with children. What do you think?”

She chewed on that so hard he could practically see her thinking. Finally, she shook her head. “We don’t dare take a chance. I think that for the time being we should just keep her close and let her know she’s safe.”

But she knew Emma wasn’t safe from those terrifying dreams. Molly forced a frown because she wanted to cry.

He nodded, still uncertain. He looked into the backseat of the Toyota. Emma was holding the big box with her piano inside really close. Her eyes were closed. What was she thinking? Or was she just playing music in her mind? He prayed it was music there and nothing else, at least for the time being.

He noticed the Honda Civic a half mile from the shopping center. There weren’t many cars on 89, the only road to Lake Tahoe from Truckee. It was another seven miles, give or take a mile, to Alpine Meadows Road, their turnoff. He didn’t say anything, just kept checking every couple of minutes in the rearview mirror.

Finally, when he was certain they were being followed, he said quietly, “Molly, look back and see if you can get the license plate number on the Civic two cars behind us. It’s
fairly new and gray. Be as discreet as you can. We don’t want them to notice us looking.”

She didn’t even change expression, but he saw the panic in her eyes, followed by a hard coldness, the look she’d given him when she’d burst into the cabin that first morning.

She looked back at Emma. She was staring out the window, her piano box still hugged to her chest. She didn’t appear to have overheard them.

They were nearly to their turnoff when she could finally make out the license. “It’s F A R B three-three-three. That’s too easy. Are you sure they’re following us? It’s a ridiculous plate.”

“No. But I’m not about to take any chances. You got your gun?”

“Oh yes. What do you want to do?”

“Let’s turn and see what they do. It’s two guys, right?”

“As best I can make out. They’re being really careful to hang back. I can’t tell yet if it’s the same two guys. My cell phone is at home getting recharged.”

“That’s all right. We’ll call in the number as soon as we get home.”
If
we go home hung silently in the air between them.

Emma said, “Ramsey, I can make out an
A
and an
R
in the license. I remember those letters really well. They’re in our names. I need another reading lesson.”

He looked at Molly, who just said, “That’s great, Em. I got the
A
and the
R,
too.
F
and
B
are tougher letters. We’ll make up words this evening so you can learn them.”

“We shouldn’t have gone out for my piano. That’s how they got us. It’s all my fault.” Her small face was pale.

Ramsey said clearly, “Nothing is your fault. Don’t say that again or I’ll have to keep you away from hot dogs for a week. Don’t be afraid, Emma. We’ll take care of you.”

“Listen to me, Emma,” Molly said, turning in the front seat to face her daughter. “If anyone tries to get you again,
I’ll shoot them, even if it’s the president. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Make sure your seat belt’s tight.”

“Yes, Ramsey.”

They turned right onto Alpine Meadows Road. The River Ranch Motel was sprawled out on the left-hand corner, a landmark for some time, a ski shop of nearly equal age on the right. It looked closed down. There was still some spring skiing, but not enough to lure more than half a dozen cars into the parking lot of the River Ranch Motel. He prayed the car wouldn’t turn right after them.

The day was bright and would warm to about sixty degrees. Ramsey said, “Hey, Emma, you want to go hiking with me this afternoon? We might get lucky and see some neat wildlife—foxes, deer, lots of birds, rabbits.”

The clothes he’d bought her were perfect. He was trying to distract her, but it wasn’t working. “You game, Molly?”

“Maybe. We’ll see. Are you hungry, Emma?”

“I don’t know, Mama. I’m still trying to see the men in that car. Do you think they’re the same men who were in Colorado, at that restaurant?”

“I don’t know,” Molly said. “They’re not close enough to tell yet.”

Ramsey looked behind him. The car had turned, dammit. There wasn’t another car between them now. They were hanging back about forty yards. “Okay, they’re after us. I’m going all the way down to the ski resort. There’s a big turnaround. Then we’ll head to Tahoe City. It’s only a couple of more miles east. I’m not about to let them get anywhere near our house.”

He saw that Molly had taken her Detonics out and was holding it loosely by her leg. He’d put his Smith & Wesson underneath the front seat, loaded and ready to go. There were only about fifty cars at the ski resort and a couple of dozen four-wheel-drive vehicles parked up close to the ticket windows. The snow already looked slushy. The
people who were here were either really serious skiers, or didn’t know better. He slowly drove by the front of the resort, making the large lazy circle back onto Alpine Meadows Road, heading back toward the main road again.

The Honda Civic paused at the row of ticket windows, but didn’t stop. He knew they wouldn’t stop. He wondered if they knew they’d been spotted.

He gunned the Toyota as soon as they got back onto the road. When they got to the intersection with Highway 89, he took a right toward Tahoe City. No one had said a word.

He was thinking about how the hell he could lose the Honda behind them in very small touristy Tahoe City with its endless restaurants, ski rental shops, and souvenir kiosks. There was a shopping center. It was good sized. There were walkways all around the indoor center. He didn’t know where most of them led, but he was fairly certain he could get them lost there.

It was on the right, he remembered, as you drove into town. He’d have to get rid of the Toyota. Pity, but no choice now. He didn’t see them behind him for the moment. He turned into the huge parking lot and eased the Toyota right up front.

“Out. Quickly!”

He grabbed Emma’s piano and they were through the shopping center doors in five seconds. “Go directly out the back, Molly. There’s a walkway out there. Take the nearest one to the back door. I’ll be with you in just a second.”

There were just a handful of people in the shopping enclosure. He saw Molly weave her way through, Emma pressed against her side, moving as quickly as they could.

He didn’t need to wait long before the Honda pulled around. They saw the Toyota and stopped. It was all he needed to know. He was out the back door in ten seconds, several unhappy people behind him.

He took the nearest walkway and started running. He caught them behind a small Louisiana-type restaurant.

“Molly, you and Emma go into this restaurant and stay
in the bathroom. In five minutes, I’ll pull up out front. Be there. Five minutes, by your watch.”

He ran back toward the shopping center. He didn’t see them. He walked quickly around the north side, into the parking lot. There was the Honda, double-parked right out front. It was empty.

He smiled.

Four and a half minutes later, he was in front of the restaurant, and Molly was opening the passenger side.

“Excellent. Emma, you all set back there?”

“Yes, Ramsey. My piano’s okay, too.” She was hugging that box so tightly her knuckles were white.

It was hard to smile, but he managed it. “Hold on, kiddo. We’re outta here.”

“Will they follow?”

He looked over at Molly as he pulled back onto 89. “No, they’re going to be a while. I took the distributor cap. They probably have a cell phone and will make some calls. Since they know where we are, we can’t take the chance of going back to the house.”

They were on Highway 80 ten minutes later, heading west.

“We never got to hike, Ramsey.”

“We will, Emma, we will.”

T
HEY
drove over the Golden Gate Bridge three hours and thirty-five minutes later. The day was sharp and clear, a picture-postcard day. The fog was just beginning to curl through the arches of the bridge.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Ramsey?”

“I don’t know, but I’m tired of running. My base is here, Molly. It’s time we got help. We discussed this before. You didn’t disagree.”

“But the men who are after us, surely they’ll find out who you are very soon. When they find out, they’ll be on us like a shot.”

He cursed under his breath. “You’re right. I’ll just bet they already know what I like to eat for breakfast. Okay. Let’s just stop at my house so I can change, pack, and make arrangements. We’ll fly to your father this afternoon. Sorry, Molly, but I just can’t see any other choice unless you want to go to the cops right here in San Francisco.”

“No.” Molly cursed under her breath. “There’s just no good alternative, is there? Let’s go to Chicago, then. I’d still rather have her with me than being questioned by police psychologists, hordes of cops, not to mention the FBI. If Special Agent Anchor is representative, then the FBI is scary.”

“He’s not representative. All right, let’s go to Chicago. When the time is right to bring in the cops, we can call them from there.”

“I probably should have gone to him sooner. My old man’s got more ability to protect Emma than the cops and the FBI. He may be a big criminal, but he’ll do his best to keep Emma safe.”

“All right, then. Let’s use your father, if he’ll let us. We’ll let him keep Emma safe.”

She closed her eyes a moment, then nodded to herself, coming to a decision. Then she smiled as she said to Emma, “Look over there, Em. It’s Alcatraz Island. It was a prison for really bad guys until sometime in the 1950s.”

“It’s pretty. I wouldn’t mind being a prisoner there.”

“I read they fed the prisoners about six thousand calories a day, to make them fat, so they’d be less likely to try to escape and swim to shore. I think it was a whole lot of hot dogs and beans. They didn’t let them exercise much.”

Emma’s eyes brightened.

He grinned at her in the rearview mirror. “They didn’t cook them on hangers in a fireplace, Emma. They were boiled.”

“Yuck.”

Ramsey turned onto Scenic Drive in a beautiful old
section of the city called Sea Cliff. “We’re the closest houses to the bay. My house is number twenty-seven, right there on the end.”

“I knew federal judges must be paid pretty well, but not that well. This place must have cost a bundle, Ramsey.”

“It’s worth quite a lot, but I didn’t buy it. It was bequeathed to me by my grandparents along with a nice inheritance. I’m not as rich as you, but I won’t starve. The views are incredible. We’ll come back, Emma, and barbecue. We can sit in the backyard and watch the fog roll in. It floats through the Golden Gate Bridge like soft white fingers. I’ve always loved the fog. I’ve even got a piano for you, an old baby grand that my grandfather played. He was a great old man.”

Ramsey’s nose twitched the instant he unlocked the front door and stepped into the tiled foyer. It smelled like rotten food, but that didn’t make any sense. He stepped into the living room and quickly stepped back.

The room had been trashed. His high-tech stereo equipment was ripped open and stomped on. CDs were strewn all over the hardwood floor. All the furniture had been slashed. He walked numbly into the kitchen. The stench was pretty bad.