Edge

and slipped the phone away. I briefed Ahmad and then threw my laptop, along with extra ammunition, into my shoulder bag and headed out the side door, hitting the speed dial for Bill Carter’s phone. As I leapt into the front seat of the Honda and sped down the drive, it rang three times and went to voice mail.

Chapter 26
    ANSWER . . . PLEASE ANSWER.
    Was Carter dead and the girl in Loving’s hands already?
    The next occurrence would be a call from Loving via a cold phone to the FBI asking to be connected to Ryan Kessler, to inform him that his daughter was captive and requesting the information that the lifter had been hired to extract.
    When that call came through, it would fall to me to make the decision to put Loving in touch with Kessler and try to negotiate the girl’s release.
    Or not. And write Amanda’s death warrant.
    I hit REDIAL .
    Click. The electronic voice of the phone urged, “Please leave a message.”
    No . . .
    I disconnected and nudged up the RPMs on the hissing engine, hitting seventy, about the fastest I could do along Route 7 and the country roads that roughly paralleled the Potomac River. It was 3:00 p.m. on a pleasant Sunday and there were brunchers and golfers and sightseers out, which made the going slow. I’d called in a clear-transit request to Loudoun and Fairfax County Police, which I didn’t want to do, because it would identify my Honda toanyone who thought to check, or to hack, the system but I couldn’t afford to get stopped now.
    I tried the phone once more.
    One tone, another . . .
    Then finally: “’Lo,” Bill Carter answered.
    I exhaled in relief. “It’s Corte. Loving’s on his way there.”
    “Okay.” Instantly alert. “What should I do?”
    “First, you have your weapon on you?”
    “My old sidearm. Smittie thirty-eight. Yessir. And a twelve-gauge on the mantel.”
    “Get it now. Double, pump, auto?”
    “Over-under.”
    It’d have to do. “Load it, extra ammo in your pockets.”
    “Need my hands. I’m putting you down for a minute.” A faint hollow clink of metal. I heard, “Okay.”
    “Where’s Amanda?”
    “Getting the tackle together. We were going fishing in about a half hour.”
    “I need you out of the house.”
    “She’ll get upset,” Carter said.
    “Then she’ll be upset.”
    “How’d it happen?”
    “She posted something from her friend’s computer.”
    “Goddamn. We were over there for brunch. The girls disappeared for a time. I should’ve thought.”
    I heard footsteps, then his voice telling Amanda that there was a problem and they were leaving immediately. She said, “That’s your gun. Why do you have that, Uncle Bill? . . .” Her voice trailed off. He sounded reassuring as he talked to her; therewas no recrimination. Good. No time for that now.
    “Okay, Corte. What next?”
    Glancing down to my computer screen, then back to the road, I explained, “I’ve got a satellite picture of your property from Earthwatch. It’s not real clear but I see a road your drive connects to. That’s the only access, right?”
    “Aside from the lake.”
    “Have you seen any cars on the road?”
    “Mandy, it’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. . . . All right, cars? I was just raccoon-proofing the trash and I saw one go past.”
    “That unusual?”
    “It’s pretty deserted around here but we get drivers some. He didn’t slow up and I didn’t think any more of it.”
    “Description?”
    “Truth is, I heard it more’n saw it. Where do you want us?”
    “Don’t drive. Don’t go near the car. Go to some place on the property where you can see somebody coming and you’ve got good cover.” I risked a glance at the satellite image. “I think I can see a little clearing in the . . . I guess it’s the northeast section of your property, near the road.”
    “Yeah, it’s a little meadow. There’re some trees on the other side. We can get there. It’s high ground.”
    “Good. You have any camouflage?”
    “Fishing jackets. Dark green.”
    “That’ll do. Put the phone on vibrate.”
    There was the sound of clanks and zippers. “How’s this, Uncle Bill?”
    “Good.”
    It seemed that the girl wasn’t panicking. I waspleased. I continued, “Loving’s armed and he’s got a partner who’s armed too. Has sandy-colored hair, maybe a green jacket. Slim. But don’t trust anybody. All right, get moving. I’ll be there in fifteen. The Bureau’s on their way too.”
    “What about the