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.His normal gentle approach morphed into somethingharder, faster, rougher.Sara found she couldn t get enough of this new level of passion, and shespurred him on by whispering  fuck me into his ear over and over again.She bit his shoulder whenshe came to keep from screaming.On the 5th day, Sara woke with dread pinning her to the mattress.Everything was done.Tonightwas the night.Even if everything went perfectly and she and Jerry made it out of tonight still alive,and not in handcuffs, she would not leave Las Vegas with Jerry.Good guys didn t spend their liveswith broken, disheartened murderers.She knew what she was even if he didn t.She watched him sleeping deeply next to her and felt like her heart might rip right out of her chest.Chapter 36Hawk leaned over his keyboard, his fingers moving deftly.Craig watched him in silence,uncharacteristically stewing about what that woman had gotten Jerry involved in.Hawk leaned backwards in his chair and stretched. There.It s done.I ve compressed all ofLionel s instructions and sent them to Jerry s phone.It actually looks quite simple since Lionel did allof the leg work.He batched all of the signal frequencies that Sara asked for together.All she has todo is type in a few commands to the software.He looked back at Craig. We could have done it for her. We could have, but how do we know that we should? I can t believe we re going along with thisat all, Craig said grumpily.He couldn t help but feel that he was failing Jerry right now, sitting inthis hotel suite doing nothing.Craig thought about the monumental sacrifices Jerry had made for himand for Emma.About the gunshot Jerry took.About Jerry s mangled leg.All because Craig had askedhim to wear a concealed weapon to protect Emma.And after all that you are just sitting here in ahotel room while some stranger gets him involved in God-knows-what trouble.Craig pushed out of his chair and paced the room, disgusted with his inaction. Come on Craig, Hawk said. Jerry is a smart guy.There must be a good reason for all of this. Maybe he thinks there is a good reason, but really that woman is just setting him up to take somesort of fall for him.Or maybe she s blinding him with sex so he can t think straight at all!Hawk watched him thoughtfully. Maybe.Was that the vibe you got from them? I don t know. Craig clenched his fists in frustration. Emma says they re having sex for sure.Idon t know how she knows but I believe her.She s known Jerry for a long time.And women justseem to know about those things, you know?Hawk nodded but Craig wasn t looking at him.He just kept talking. I just wish we knew who she was.She carries herself like a cop, but she s not in any database inthe country as having ever been a cop or an agent or even military. We ve been over this before.She probably changed her name, Hawk said. But why? What is she hiding? And how bad is it all going to turn out for Jerry Craig mused outloud, for the hundredth time.He stopped in front of Hawk. Look man, I don t want to watch whateverthey are going to do on the TV with the rest of the world.I want to know what s going on.What ifshe s legit and they need our help? Or what if she s bullshit and we can get Jerry out before itexplodes in his face? I know Craig, I know.We ll just have to keep looking.I ve got facial recocgnition softwarerunning right now.Maybe that will turn something up. You have a picture of her? Yeah, there was one from our wedding photos.Jerry wanted her to be in it. Hawk flippedaround in his chair and pressed a few keys, pulling up the image.Craig squinted at it. It s not great though, is it? She turned her face partially away from the camera and her haircovers a lot of it, Craig said. No, it s not great.I already got a result of nothing found, but I m running it again with widerparameters.Craig grunted. Which means you ll get a ton of false positives probably." Yep, but it s all we ve got right now, Hawk said. If only we had a better picture.The door opened and Emma and Vivian walked in, laughing and carrying bags of Chinese food. A better picture of who? Vivian asked.Hawk shot out of his chair and grabbed the bags out of her hand, placing them on the table.Hegave her a soft kiss and said,  Of Sara, we re trying to figure out who she is. I ve got one, Emma said. On my phone. She pulled out her phone and tabbed through hergallery. Here. She handed the phone to Hawk.Craig crowded over his shoulder to see it too. Perfect, Hawk breathed.It was a full face picture.Jerry was whispering something in her ear and her eyes were wide, hermouth breaking into a smile.Hawk flipped around again with Emma s phone.In 5 minutes he joined the rest of them at thetable to eat.Craig raised his eyebrows. It takes awhile.Could be all day, Hawk responded.Craig made a face but nodded and kept eating.***Two hours later, Hawk s computer made a chiming sound.Craig ran to it. Don t get too excited,Hawk called after him, staying where he was. That noise signifies a partial match only. Holy shit, Craig said, his voice low and awed.That got Hawk moving. Oh no, Hawk said under his breath when he saw the monitor. What?! Emma and Vivian cried in unison.The tension level in the room increased a thousandfold.All four of them crowded around the computer and read the All Points Bulletin with a NationalSecurity Agency logo plastered across the top.Vivian read out loud, her cultured voice shaking slightly. Melissa Medina, wanted for treason.Do not approach.Highly dangerous.Call Agent Frank Thorpe immediately with any information.Craig felt nauseous.He clamped the feeling down. Where s the throwaway phone?Emma grabbed it for him. Here.Craig sat in a chair and started texting.Suddenly he didn t give a shit about all of Sara s rules - nonames, no mention of Westwood Harbor, only very generic texts, no locations. Jerry, I need to talk to you.Nothing came back. Jerry, it s important.No response.Craig felt like throwing the phone across the room but he restrained himself.He would get ananswer eventually.Emma sat down heavily next to him, a shocked look on her face.Vivian stayed with Hawk, whosefingers were a blur across the keyboard, rubbing his shoulders.The minutes passed like seconds, everyone suddenly aware that they might be completely out oftime at any moment, and that their friend Jerry s fate might depend completely on what they did ordidn t do before then.Craig texted a few more times and still got no response. Damnit! he shouted, startling Emma.She grasped his hand. Do we have any idea at all where they are? He curled his fingers aroundhers. None.Maybe somewhere near that park.That s all we know.Hawk made a noise of disgust. What? Craig asked [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]