“This is a stupid idea, Maddock.” Tam grimaced as she looked him up and down. “Have you ever even used one of these things?”
“Sure. Bones talked me into it.” It was the truth. He’d used a wingsuit exactly one time, though he’d found the experience exhilarating.
“From a helicopter?” Avery looked at him nervously. It was odd to once again have a family member worry about him, but it wasn’t bad.
“No, but I can handle it. Trust me.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to use a regular parachute?” Avery asked.
“No. The wingsuit is the better choice because I can be cloaked all the way in. By the time I have to deploy my chute, I’ll be well beyond their perimeter and into the forest.”
“Be careful.” Tam’s expression was grave. “Remember, I can’t come in after you. Once you jump, you’re on your own until you find the girl and get off the property.”
“I understand. Thanks for everything.” They clasped hands briefly. “See you when I get back.”
“Maddock?” Avery said, her voice tremulous.
“Yeah?”
The next thing Dane knew, she was crushing in a tight embrace. He hugged her back, a little awkwardly. When she let go, tears glistened in her eyes.
“Don’t get yourself killed. We haven’t finished Dad’s quest yet.”
Not trusting himself to answer, Dane gave her a wink, before fixing his goggles in place, taking out the dagger, and depressing the butt.
“That’s seriously messed up,” Tam said as he vanished.
Dane chuckled, turned, and dove out into open air.
The speed at which he descended was breathtaking. He soared over the desolate moor, his eyes locked on the thick forest that covered several acres behind Modron and, not for the first time in his life, he envied the eagles and other great birds of prey. The sea was his first love, but flying was pretty sweet.
As he approached Modron, he could clearly see the high brick wall, topped with an electrified fence, that ringed the property. Outside the wall, a dry moat afforded another layer of security, and he knew from Tam’s intelligence that the entire property was guarded by security cameras and motion detectors. He flew on, passing high above the perimeter wall and looked for his chosen landing place.
There it was! In the very center of the forest lay a small clearing and a pond, its waters glimmering in the sunlight. He angled toward it, waiting until the very last moment to release his parachute. This was the most dangerous part. The dagger would not cloak an area much larger than his body, so if someone looked his way at the wrong time, they might spot the parachute. Oh well, what was life without a little risk? He released it, and felt a hard jolt as it arrested his momentum. He held his breath, waiting for bullets to fly, until he floated down below the level of the treetops.
When he hit the ground, he hastily stripped off his wingsuit, stowed it in the trees, and then took a moment to get his bearings. The forest was unnervingly quiet, yet he sensed a presence there. Someone, or something, was watching him. Well, not for long. He moved into the shadow of an ancient oak tree, and activated the dagger.
Time to storm the castle.
Chapter 31
“Kill her.” Morgan’s eyes glazed over and she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Angel looked at Jacob. He was too far away for her to close the distance between them before he could draw his gun. Besides, she didn’t know if she had enough left in the tank to take him on. Her eyes flitted to the weapons rack. If she had a knife, maybe she could… no. It was too far. She was at his mercy.
Jacob looked from her to Morgan’s supine form, then back to Angel. For the first time, emotion registered on his face. Uncertainty.
“I won. That means you show me the front door, right?” She tried to sound confident, but fatigue gave her voice a breathless tenor that made her sound weak.
“I can’t let you go.” Jacob looked down at Morgan again, as if she would rise and tell him what to do.
“This is bullshit.” She tried to keep the rising panic from her voice. “A deal is a deal.”
Morgan groaned and began to stir, which spurred Jacob into action. He hurried over to her and grabbed her by the arm.
“You can leave by the back door, but we have to be quick about it.”
She stumbled along beside him as he guided her through a dark corridor, stopping in front of another suit of armor.
“More secret doors?”
“Yes.” He opened this door in the same manner as the last. Behind the suit of armor, a narrow corridor led to a wrought iron gate. Jacob hit another button and the gate began to rise. “Go straight ahead. Follow the path through the forest. You’ll find a gate at the far end. Go!”
Angel didn’t wait for him to change his mind. She ran and didn’t look back.
Locke found Morgan lying on the floor in her workout room. He helped her to her feet and escorted her back to her study, reluctant to comment on her injuries.
“You were correct,” she said. “The girl was a worthy opponent.” She sat down behind her desk and looked up at him, her eyes their usual icy calm. “Report.”
“The map that Maddock gave us was accurate. We located the Templar church beneath the graveyard at Trinity Church.” He did not want to tell her the rest, but knew better than to make her ask. “There was nothing there. Maddock, or someone else, got there first.”
For one of the few times since he’d begun working for her, Morgan looked weary. She closed her eyes and went through a series of calming exercises, breathing deeply and exhaling slowly. When she finally opened her eyes again, her face was a mask of serenity, though anger lurked beneath the surface.
“I had the dagger examined by experts at the museum. It is a fake.”
Locke did not react to this bit of news. Dane Maddock had outwitted him, but the game was not over.
“Where is the girl?” he asked. “You did not let her go, did you?”
“Of course not. I told Jacob to kill her.” She logged on to her computer and called up the security cameras that overlooked the grounds. “He should be burying her about now.” She pursed her lips. “It looks as if he put her out the back door. I intended for him to kill her himself, not feed her to the children.” Scowling, she turned the monitor around so Locke could see the young woman running through the forest.
“He must not have sent the signal yet. One of them is just watching her, see there?” He pointed to the upper branches of a leafy tree, where a scaly green and gold figure perched. “I’ll go get her.”
“No need,” Morgan said. “I can send the signal from here.” He tried to stop her, to tell her he had further use for the girl, but it was too late.
A high-pitched tone sounded all around her. It was there only for a moment and, when it faded, something rustled in the trees high above her. Angel kept running, looking up to see what was there, but she saw nothing. Her feet kept pounding the soft earth and she wished she knew if she was close to her goal, but the forest up ahead seemed to go on forever. Her body ached and her lungs burned, but she kept going.
It’s just like training, she told herself. Feel the burn. Embrace the pain. Fight through it. Keep chopping wood. Every bullshit phrase a trainer had ever spoken ran through her mind, each more absurd than the one before. I just want to get out of here.
Up ahead, something moved among the trees. She quickened her pace and, as she hurdled a fallen log, something leapt out and snapped at her feet. She cried out in alarm as razor sharp teeth closed on empty air where her foot had been an instant before, hit the ground, and kept running.