‘Thanks, oh Great White Hunter,’ Lopez said. ‘I assume that all you ex-Marines can mix up gravel, flowers and a chunk of horse crap to make a bomb or something.’
‘Something like that.’
Lopez shrugged, looking down at her feet as she walked. ‘You think we’re doing the right thing?’
‘Sure we are,’ Ethan replied. ‘We’ll catch them up in no time.’
‘I didn’t mean that,’ Lopez said. ‘I mean everything, bail-bonds, the DIA, the whole nine yards?’
Ethan slowed in his walk, scanning the horizon thoughtfully as he did so.
‘You getting cold feet?’
‘Just thinking, that’s all. We’re not making much out of the bonds we’re tracking down — too much competition. It’s getting hard to make ends meet, and now we’re out here sweating ourselves to death for the DIA with no guarantee we can earn our fee.’
Ethan stopped walking and looked at her.
‘Without the DIA we’d only have bonds and bounty hunting. Things would be a lot worse then.’ He sighed. ‘I know things are tight for you right now, but you’ve only got to ask.’
Lopez looked away from him toward the lonely mountains in the distance.
‘I got it covered,’ she lied.
‘That’s what you always say,’ Ethan pointed out. ‘If you’ve got it covered, then why are we having this conversation?’
Lopez started walking again. ‘I’m just worried about tomorrow is all.’
‘Would you have asked Lucas for help?’
Lopez stopped in mid-stride, her head flicking round with a swirl of long black hair and her dark eyes glaring at Ethan.
‘The hell’s that supposed to mean?’
‘That maybe you’d rather be back in the force. Maybe this venture of ours isn’t enough for you, and you need the stability you had before.’
Lopez stared at him for a long time as though unsure of what to say.
‘What about you?’ she retorted. ‘The only reason you got into all of this was because you were looking for Joanna.’ Truth was, Ethan had rarely spoken of his fiancée to Lopez, and whenever it had come up he had avoided the issue. ‘We’ve both got our reasons for being here, even if they aren’t what we’d want them to be.’
‘I got cleaned up,’ Ethan replied, not taking offense. ‘People change. Fact is I’m not the one who’s been breaking the law for a quick buck.’
‘It’s for my family,’ Lopez shot back, ‘who are poor and who I see maybe once a year, if that. Yours are wealthy, living in the same goddamned city and yet you haven’t spoken to them in years.’
‘That’s different.’
‘Sure it is. But I’m not the one questioning your loyalty.’
A silence descended upon them as they walked, Lopez feeling somewhat disappointed but unsure why. Maybe she’d been alone for too many years, self-reliant, self-sufficient and yet lonely all the same. Next to the late Lucas Tyrell, Ethan was the closest thing to a real friend that she’d had since arriving in America twenty years before. The realization tempered her mood slightly.
‘So, when do you think you can pick up their trail?’ she asked.
Ethan scanned the horizon, checked the angle of the sun and finally looked at his watch with a smile that told her their argument was over, for now at least.
‘Well, best guess would be about five minutes ago.’
‘My ass.’
Ethan pointed at the dusty earth beneath their feet, just to the right of where Lopez was walking.
‘They’re smart guys, wearing flat-bottom boots to minimize impressions and they’re weaving between bushes to avoid snapping off twigs. But they were in a hurry to get away from the Interstate after the shooting, so they’ve had to move fast. You can see the occasional scuff here and there, definitely human, not running but walking real fast.’
Lopez squinted at the dusty, stony earth, unable to see a thing.
‘Can you tell what color pants they were wearing?’
‘They’re heading directly south,’ Ethan said, ignoring her. ‘And are unlikely to be trying to throw us off the scent. They won’t be expecting the police to follow them out here, even with dogs. They left nothing of any use behind at the scene to track them from. I’m hoping they’ll keep running until they get right away from inhabited areas, and that’s where we’ll catch them up.’
‘Supposin’ you’re right,’ she said cautiously. ‘What do we do then?’
Ethan blinked the sweat out of his eyes, and shrugged.
‘Before Lee Carson died, he mentioned Saffron Oppenheimer’s name. She’s obviously got something to do with all of this.’
‘What did he say about her, exactly?’ Lopez asked.
‘It was weird,’ Ethan replied. ‘He said “Let you kill her”. I don’t know what he meant.’
Lopez said nothing, and together they hiked out further into the wilderness, the sun rising high into the burning blue sky above them and beating relentlessly down on the parched barren land.
It had been some years since Ethan had pushed out over rough terrain, carrying weight on his back, in pursuit of the unknown. In Iraq and Afghanistan, his platoon had found itself under fire from Taliban soldiers intent on driving American forces from their lands or dying in the process. Now they had only the wilderness itself to fear, but Ethan felt strangely certain that they were not alone as they trekked further away from civilization. He looked up at the hills around him, peppered with thorn scrub and bushes, perfect places for their quarry to hide out with a rifle and check their tail. Tactically, he and Lopez were sitting ducks following the trail in the depths of the valley, but Ethan guessed that Ellison Thorne and his mysterious companions would be trying to put distance between themselves and law enforcement before placing sentries.
They walked for another three long, hot hours, resting every now and then in what shade they could find, rationing their water and consulting the map Ethan had brought with him to ensure they were not drifting off course or too far from water. The sun was starting to sink toward the horizon, filling the valleys with deep shadows, when Ethan paused to kneel over a patch of dirt between the bushes. Lopez stood beside him, looking down at the same nondescript area.
‘What? You think one of them had a crap here?’
Ethan looked over his shoulder at her in bemusement.
‘No, but they’ve split up somewhere behind us. I can only see one track right now, not the three we had before.’
Lopez squatted down alongside him, glancing around her nervously.
‘These guys have got rifles, Ethan, and all we’ve got is matches,’ she said. ‘You think they’re trying to ambush us?’
Ethan looked at her, and then moved closer, their faces only inches apart as he spoke.
‘Don’t move a muscle.’
43
Lopez’s dark almond eyes were fixed on Ethan’s as he turned slowly to face her, and although she did not move he saw a flicker of amusement twinkle behind her eyes.
‘Are you hitting on me?’ she whispered.
Ethan leaned in even closer to her. ‘Getting excited?’
Lopez looked at him furtively for a moment.
‘Not just yet.’
Ethan’s hand shot down to her right foot and snatched something that flashed past her face in a writhing mass. She saw his hand gripping the neck of a colorfully banded coral snake that had been coiling itself across her boot.
‘Jesus!’
Lopez leapt backwards and landed on her ass as Ethan tossed the snake away into the bushes. He made sure the snake was gone before looking at her.
‘Sorry, had to do something subtle else you’d have freaked.’
‘Christ, Ethan, you think?’ she said as she got back to her feet. ‘That damned near scared me half to death.’