She has a family. The Bureau is her career, and she’s worked her butt off for it.
So absorbed was Decker in these thoughts that he did not notice the two men emerge out of the darkness until they were right upon him.
They were both dressed in jogging outfits and tennis shoes.
They stared at Decker and he stared back at them.
“Can I help you guys?” he said.
One man drew a knife; the other pulled a pistol.
Decker had left his weapon back in his room.
Well, this sucks.
He was about to try to tackle the guy with the gun when he saw a blur of movement to his right. A foot struck the gun and it went spiraling off into the water. Another foot hit the man in the gut, and he went down to his knees with a grunt of pain. Another side-winding kick to his jaw and he went down to the sand.
The knife guy slashed at their attacker, which gave Decker time to clamp down on his arm and twist it until the man cried out in pain and dropped the knife. Decker drew his fist back to land a haymaker on the man when a foot whipsawed against knife guy’s chin. There was a dull thud, his head shifted violently to one side, and he fell to the sand yelling in pain and holding his face.
Then a hand grabbed Decker’s.
“Come on!” yelled White. “Run.”
They hustled back up the beach and through the gate into the pool area of the hotel.
White pulled her phone, called 911, and relayed what had just happened. She clicked off and looked up at Decker.
“You weren’t kidding about that double black belt,” he said breathlessly. “That was pretty amazing.”
“I don’t kid, in general,” she replied just as breathlessly. “And you were lucky I was out there getting some fresh air and spotted the two guys coming up on you.”
“I was very lucky.”
“Okay, first thing, you need to be more careful.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
“Second thing, I’m going to be beyond pissed if you get your ass killed.”
“Duly noted. But this happening is a positive sign, too.”
“How so?”
“We’re making certain people nervous, which means we’re getting closer to the truth.”
Chapter81
DECKER CAME DOWN THE FOLLOWINGmorning to the hotel lobby to meet White. As he crossed the lobby to go into the restaurant, someone approached him.
Gloria Chase was dressed, at least for her, in a subdued fashion. The dress was just above the knee, not all that tight, and the heels were barely two inches tall.
She held up an envelope. “Was this from you?” she asked.
“Have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Got a minute to chat?”
She led him over to a seating area where they wouldn’t be overheard.