Manelli didn't respond. LJ had stopped moving, so Manelli let it go. Duane Manelli had spent enough time on night recon training exercises when he was in the army to respect radio silence.
Manelli settled into the dirt.
Ruiz said something, but Manelli didn't understand.
'Say again.'
Ruiz didn't answer.
'I didn't hear you, LJ. What'd you say?'
Nothing came back.
'LJ?'
Manelli heard the rocks crunch behind him, then his head exploded with rainbow light.
Talley bound Manelli's wrists behind the man's back with the plastic restraints, pulling the leads tight. He secured Manelli's ankles the same way, then rolled the man over.
Talley slapped Manelli's face.
'Wake up.'
Talley slapped harder.
'Wake up, goddamnit. You're under arrest.'
Manelli's eyes fluttered. Talley waited until the eyes focused, then pressed the gun into Manelli's neck.
'You know who I am?'
'Talley.'
'Which room are they in?'
'They're not. Howell sent them away.'
Talley cursed under his breath. He didn't expect that Howell would have kept them with him, but he had hoped.
'All right. Where are they?'
'I don't know. Clewes took them.'
Talley had not heard that name before, Clewes, but it didn't matter. He had not heard of any of these people.
'Where did Clewes take them?'
'I don't know. In the car. Howell is gonna call him. I don't know what they're gonna do. That was between Clewes and Howell.'
Talley glanced at the motel, fighting down his panic. The passing seconds loaded onto his back like bags of sand. He was wasting time, and he needed a plan. He told himself to think. He chanted the SWAT mantra: Panic kills. If Jane and Amanda were being held somewhere else, he would have to force Howell to bring them back.
He looked back at Manelli.
'How many people does Howell have?'
'Five here at the motel, plus Clewes.'
'You and the asshole at the truck, leaves three inside?'
That's right, plus Clewes. He has more people, but I don't know where they are. They could show up here anytime.'
Talley thought it through. Three in the room. Three against one, with more on the way. None of it mattered. He had no other choice.
'Which room?'
Manelli hesitated.
Talley pushed the.45 harder into Manelli's throat. The sweat and dirt from his face dripped onto Manelli like muddy rain.
'Which room?'
Manelli sighed.
'One twenty-four. Let me ask you a question, Talley?'
Talley hesitated. He didn't have time for questions.
'What?'
'You're not just some hick cop?'
'No. No, I'm not.'
Talley covered Manelli's mouth with duct tape, then slipped across the road and returned to the parking lot, searching for room 124. He found the green Mustang on the far side of the motel, parked one parking place down from 124. A man in a blue knit shirt was standing by it, smoking. This man outside left two more men in the room. Talley saw a silver wristwatch on his left arm; this man wasn't Glen Howell.
Talley worked his way as close to the Mustang as possible. The man finished his cigarette, then leaned against the car. He was less than fifteen yards away. Forty-five feet. Talley told himself that it wasn't very far.
The door to room 124 opened, and a man with a dark tan stepped out.
'Keep your eyes open. He should've been here.'
Talley saw a gold Rolex on his wrist, and recognized the voice. Howell.
Talley released the safety on his pistol, and readied himself to move.
The Mustang man complained to Howell.
'This is bullshit. That chickenfuck ain't gonna come. We should get outta this shithole while we still can.'
'He'll come. There's nothing else he can do.'
Howell went back into the room, closing the door.
The Mustang man lit a fresh cigarette. When he turned away, Talley rushed forward.
The Mustang man startled at the sound, but he was too late. Talley hit him hard on the side of the head, using the.45 as a club. The Mustang man staggered sideways. Talley grabbed him around the neck from behind in a choke hold, and pushed him toward the room. He didn't want the Mustang man unconscious; he wanted him as a shield.
Talley moved fast now; he kicked the door next to the knob, busting the jamb, and shoved the Mustang man through, screaming his identification.
'Police! You're under arrest!'
Talley didn't think they would shoot him until they had the disks. He was counting on that.
Glen Howell brought up a pistol as he dropped into a crouch, shouting at a man with a big head seated by the window. The man rolled out of his chair and also came up with a gun, aiming from the floor in a two-handed grip as Howell shouted not to fire.
'Don't shoot him! Don't shoot!'
Talley shifted his aim between the two men, making himself as small as possible behind the Mustang man. Insects spiraled in from the night, hungry for the light.
Talley shouted, 'Where's my family?'
They sucked air like freight engines. No one was shooting, but if one person fired, everyone would fire. They each had something the other wanted. Talley knew it. He knew that Howell knew it. It was the only thing holding them back.
Howell abruptly released his gun, letting it swing free on his finger.
'Just take it easy. Take it easy. We're here to do business.'
'Where are they?'
'Do you have the disks?'
Talley shifted his aim to the man with the big head. He felt as if he was at the day-care center again, held hostage by men with guns.
'You know I have the disks, you sonofabitch. Where's my family?'
Howell slowly stood, hands out, letting his gun hang.
'Let's just take it easy. They're all right. Can I take a phone from my pocket?'
'They were supposed to be here.'
'Let me get the phone. You can talk to them, see they're okay.'
Talley shifted his aim from the big-headed man to Howell, then back again. Howell took out a cell phone and pressed in a number. Someone on the other end answered, and Howell told them to put the woman on. He held out the phone.
'Here. Talk to her. She's all right.'
Talley jammed his gun under the Mustang man's jaw, and warned him not to move. Howell brought the phone over, holding it with two fingers like a teacup. Talley took it with his free hand, and Howell stepped back.
'Jane?'
'Jeff! We're -'
The line went dead.
'SHIT!'
Howell shrugged, reasonably.
'You see? They're alive. Whether they stay that way depends on you.'
Talley tossed the phone back to Howell, then took out a single disk. This was where everything could go bad. This was where he took his biggest chance, and risked everything.
'One disk. You'll get the other when I have my girls. Not talk to them on the phone, but have them. I get my girls, you get the disks. You don't like it, tough. You kill me, everyone still goes to jail.'
He tossed the disk onto the bed.
Talley could read that Howell wasn't happy with just the one disk, but Talley was counting on that. He wanted Howell off-balance and worried. It was a negotiation. Talley knew that Howell would be weighing his options just as Talley weighed his; Howell would be wondering if Talley had the second disk with him, thinking that if Talley had both disks, Howell could simply shoot him and take the disks and this would be over. But Howell couldn't be sure. If he killed Talley, and Talley didn't have both disks, then Howell would be fucked. So Howell wouldn't shoot him. Not yet. And that gave Talley a chance to jam him into revealing Amanda and Jane.
Talley watched the tension play over Howell's face. Talley offered nothing.
Howell picked up the disk.
'I have to see if it's real.'
'It's real.'
'I have to make sure.'