Authors: Robin Burcell
The Last Second (6 page)
“Sit on the crossbeam, then turn,” he instructed her. She did, and he holstered his gun, hopped down first, his agility confirming in her mind that he was used to this. She was not, and her effort would have been comical, if not for the circumstances. Once they were on the floor, he held out his hand, saying, “Griffin. Department of Justice.”
“Why didn’t you shoot them, Griffin, Department of Justice? And how do I know you’re really who you say you are?”
“First, I’m here by myself, and I don’t know if there were only two. I didn’t like the odds. Second, you’re going to have to trust me on this, since I’m all that stands between you and probable death.”
“But they’re gone.”
“For now. What’s your name?”
“Piper.”
He motioned her to follow him to the stairs, and as they descended, he asked, “Do you know anything about this list of numbers those men were asking about?”
She stopped, crossed her arms. “Maybe trust is too big a first step. Do you have ID?”
He gave her a slightly annoyed look over his shoulder, dug a billfold out of his back pocket, then handed it to her as he continued down the stairs.
She opened it, could just make out the seal of the United States Department of Justice, and then his photo and name, Zachary Griffin. It seemed legit—and unfortunately devoid of money and credit cards. “Your wallet.”
He took it from her, and returned it to his pocket. “About those numbers?”
“He found them on a hard drive.”
“Where’d he get the computer?”
“Not a computer. A copy machine.”
“A what?”
She pointed into the depths of the darkened warehouse, where just visible in the light spilling out of the office sat the copy machines Bo was in the process of rebuilding. “He bought them at a government auction. The one with the numbers came from the San Francisco FBI office.”
He stopped suddenly, turned toward her. “You’re sure?”
“Very. There were other reports on it. But he didn’t look at those. I swear.”
He glanced toward the machines, then started toward the exit once more. But as they approached the office, he said, “Wait here.”
He walked into the open door, was gone no longer than thirty seconds before stepping out and walking back to her. “Was he a friend of yours?”
People didn’t say “was” unless the outcome was death, and she nodded. Tears clouded her vision.
He took her hand, saying, “When we walk past, try not to look in. Maybe even close your eyes. You don’t want that to be the way you remember him.”
“Okay.” It came out more of a croak, her throat having closed up, and she was grateful when he didn’t let go. As they approached the office, she caught a glimpse of black and white on the floor before she looked away. Bo’s Converse tennis shoes, she realized, then squeezed her eyes shut, not opening them again until he led her outside and the cold misty air hit her face. Only then did she say, “Shouldn’t we call the police?”
“No.”
“But—”
“The last thing you want is your name in that report. The men who killed your friend? They won’t think twice about coming back for you. They have his computer, which means if your friend communicated with you through it, you’re at risk anyway.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
He looked toward the end of the drive, saw a vehicle slowly cruising toward them. Headlights suddenly turned on, blinded them, and the vehicle sped up. “Right now?” he said, grasping her hand tight and pulling her in the opposite direction. “We run.”
ROBIN BURCELL is an FBI-trained forensic artist who has worked in law enforcement for over two decades as a police officer, detective, and hostage negotiator. A two-time Anthony Award winner, she is the author of four previous Sydney Fitzpatrick novels,
Face of a Killer, The Bone Chamber, The Dark Hour
, and
The Black List
, as well as four novels featuring SFPD Homicide detective Kate Gillespie:
Every Move She Makes, Fatal Truth, Deadly Legacy
, and
Cold Case
.
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Excerpt from
The Kill Order
copyright © 2014 by Robin Burcell.
THE LAST SECOND.
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