Page 310 of Shadowman
He said they were Colombian…
Andres killed Alice. Trevel killed Andres.
And The Ivory brought Trevel here because he thought he’d killed… someone else.
“Velle found out about someone from The Ivory’s past and thought maybe that was her,” Felix tells me. “But I guess not if she’s dead.”
I can’t help how I’m just staring blankly. This is a lot of information, and I’m not really sure what any of it means, or how it fits into our situation.
But I don’t have time to think about it. Because there’s commotion happening around Velle.
“Talk to me, Bren,” Velle asks into the walkie. “What do you see?”
“An SUV,” Brenner’s voice comes in choppy. “On the east. It’s headed our way.
With one nod from Velle, Rook, and Joy’s rifles are immediately in hand, and they move to guard the doors. Everyone else rushes around, taking weapons and getting intoposition. My heart rate jacks in an instant, the adrenaline from before returning swiftly.
Oh God, here we go…
“Just one?” Velle keeps talking to Brenner, our lookout on the prison roof.
“Looks that way,” he replies. “They’re kinda… driving erratically. Oh, shit!”
“What?!” Velle barks, dashing to the back.
“They’re off the road!” Brenner shouts. “Are they drunk?!Jesus… They’re gonna hit a damn tree!”
Rifle slung over my shoulder, I decide to cover Velle at the back lookout point, which is really just a hole in the wall the size of a small window. Velle is aiming his scope through it to check the direction this drunk driver, or whoever the hell, might be coming.
“What the hell…” Dash grunts from behind me.
“You got eyes on ’em?” Brenner asks. “They disappeared into the trees.”
“I can’t see shit,” Velle growls.
“They’ve gotta be on foot,” Brenner says. “Linetti, you see anything?”
Linetti’s voice chimes in over the walkie. “I think I can make someone out, but I don’t have a clean shot…”
“Who is it??” Velle hisses.
“I dunno… but I think they’re coming your way.”
There are a few uneasy moments of suspense while we all wait for a potential attack. The whole place is silent, with nothing but breathing to be heard as we listen foranyimpending sounds of an ambush. Eventually, light footsteps come through the woods.
Velle holds up his index finger, signaling that it’s just one person. I suck in a breath, attempting to calm myself down and focus. We’re all ready, but the fear is palpable.
What if it’s a distraction? Or a suicide bomber or something… You never know.
The footsteps approach slowly, until they’re within a few feet of the armory walls. And then they stop.
“Come on, prick…” Velle grouses under his breath. “Fuck around and find out.”
“Officer Chevelle?” a voice calls.
My stomach drops.
“Holy shit…” Dash says the words I can’t get out.
