Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer

contact. “Not for
    a few days.”
    “Neither have I. I‟ve gotten word he‟s not handling the situation
    very well. Has his phone off, letting everything go to voice mail.
    You‟ve heard that he was the one to take the shot at the bank, yes?”
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    Zane went still. He did that sometimes, McCoy had noticed in the
    past, usually because it was such a contrast to Ty‟s incessant twitching.
    “No,” Zane replied, his tone flat. “I only heard they took one person
    into custody.”
    McCoy nodded and pushed the file around. “Got her with a sniper
    rifle. It was an impressive shot, disarmed her but didn‟t kill her. Still,
    he‟s not really okay with shooting a kid, from what my agents are
    telling me. Anyway, that‟s not why I brought you in here.” He turned
    the file around on his desk. The pages were covered with thick black
    ink, lines and lines of redacted information.
    “Her?” Zane was now frowning deeply. “A kid?” He glanced
    down at the file, then back up at McCoy.
    McCoy looked at him with some surprise. “You haven‟t heard
    any of it? She was seventeen. All we‟ve gotten from her is the
    ringleader isn‟t much older than she is and she doesn‟t know why he‟s
    so intent on killing so many people, but he is and she was scared of
    him. She also hinted to us as she was being wheeled away that he might
    have it out for you and Ty because you‟ve become the figureheads of
    the pursuit, so to speak. I‟m surprised Grady didn‟t tell you all this. As
    soon as he figured it out, he went tearing off to find you, make sure you
    weren‟t a collateral target during all the chaos.”
    Zane looked away, toward McCoy‟s window. To McCoy‟s eyes,
    he looked uncomfortable, which was unusual for the ultra-controlled
    Zane Garrett. But he‟d had a shitty week too. Going blind would throw
    anyone‟s emotional equanimity.
    “We didn‟t talk long,” Zane finally said. “He had things to do,
    and I had to go back to UMMC.”
    McCoy nodded, satisfied with the answer. Who the hell knew
    what Ty was ever thinking, anyway?
    He tapped his finger on the blacked-out file. “I‟m trying to see if
    anything in Grady‟s file might connect him to this kid, but as you can
    see, his file is mostly crap. I wanted to ask you if you knew anything
    that might be relevant.”
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    Zane looked back to the mostly blacked-out paperwork, then up
    to McCoy. “If that‟s Grady‟s file, I don‟t know that I‟ll be much more
    help.”
    McCoy‟s brow knitted. “You‟ve never seen his file?”
    Zane shook his head just slightly, winced, and stopped the
    movement with a touch to his temple. “No.”
    “Huh. Well, you should take it and read up, Garrett. Grady‟s got
    to be a damn minefield to walk through without an inkling of what‟s
    back there,” McCoy grunted as he closed the file and handed it to Zane.
    “Nothing in there‟s going to help this investigation.”
    Zane looked at the file in his hand like he wasn‟t sure what to do
    with it, then dropped it lightly on the edge of McCoy‟s desk. “So there
    are more of them out there, and they know us. Me and Grady. Possibly
    where we live. And they‟re likely out to get us specifically,” he
    summed up, face grim.
    “I‟d wager if they weren‟t before, they are now,” McCoy told him
    bluntly.
    Zane tipped his head to one side, eyes going unfocused as he
    thought hard about something. McCoy had seen the man pull together
    details from disparate case files to create legitimate leads in critical
    investigations; he wondered just what Zane was chewing on now.
    “Where‟s Grady?” Zane ask abruptly.
    McCoy couldn‟t hide his surprise and confusion. “I don‟t know.
    At home, probably. We have someone going around every few hours to
    keep an eye on him. The last team we tried to sit on him, he actually
    threatened to shoot them.”
    “He would,” Zane muttered. He stood up. “I need to get up to
    speed on the contingencies, but I won‟t last long,” he said, waving a
    hand at his head. “Killer headache.”
    McCoy nodded, watching Zane curiously. “Don‟t push yourself.
    Go on home. I‟ll have someone come around to check up on you too.”
    Zane hesitated, apparently choosing his words before saying,
    “I‟m going to stop by and see Ty. We‟ve both had the week from hell.”
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    “Might be a good idea. Maybe you can ease his mind some. It
    was a clean