In answer Eddie took his knife and sliced cleanly through the bindings around King’s wrists, freeing him. King looked at him warily.
“I’m not getting this, Eddie.”
“No, you’re not getting it, at least from me.” With a sudden thrust Eddie hit King hard in the chest with one of his massive forearms. King shot backward out over the water and went under headfirst.
Eddie raced back to the cockpit, slammed the throttle forward, and the FasTech shot off before King even had a chance to break the surface.
When he did come up, he saw the FasTech circle around and head back toward him.
King turned and started swimming away. Why hadn’t the bastard shot him and left it at that? Why run him over with the boat? As the FasTech bore down on him, King could almost feel the massive props eating into his flesh, turning the lake water red with his blood.
At the last instant the boat veered away and passed him. Eddie called out, “Thanks for asking about my brother, Sean. It just saved your life. Have a good one.”
The boat roared away, quickly turning into a speck before completely disappearing into the darkness.
King screamed, “Sylvia! Sylvia!” but it was useless. He turned, looked around, and it finally struck him why his surroundings looked so familiar. The dock he was now staring at was his dock. They were in his cove! And there sat his jet boat in its slip.
And yet the FasTech was already out of sight. How could he possibly find them in time?
And then it hit him, what Eddie had said. Full circle. He’s coming full circle.
King swam toward the dock with all his might.
CHAPTER
97
MICHELLE WAS FLYING
through the darkness on the Sea Ray heading toward Sylvia’s home when Williams came up beside her.
“The connection was lost on your phone,” he said glumly.
“It’s probably the storm.”
“Yeah, probably,” he said.
She looked to the sky. “I don’t see a chopper.”
“Damn, Michelle, in this weather? What’d you expect? You can’t risk a bunch of people’s lives like that.”
“Why the hell not? I spent nine years of my life doing that at the Secret Service!”
“Come on, we’re doing all we can—”
“What’s that?” she said suddenly.
“What’s what?”
?
?It’s the phone!” she screamed. “My phone, where is it?”
“Back on the seat.”
“Take the wheel.”
She snatched up the phone and hit the answer button. Her heart leaped when she heard his voice.