Page 60 of Final Approach
“Come on,” Andrew said. “Let’s get up there and give our statements. Hopefully all the lights and people have scared him off.”
Hank nodded. “And the dogs will be going after him. They’ll have a better chance of catching him than we will.” A chopper roared in the distance and they looked up to see the spotlight sweep toward them. “And then there’s that.”
Kristine gripped her weapon. “Good. That means no one will be shooting at us. I’m tired of being shot at, personally.”
“Ditto,” Andrew muttered.
She followed him, Tim, and Hank back up the hill, well away from the fire and toward the flashing lights. They were still careful, watching the dark spaces. “Just because you heard a motorcycle doesn’t mean it was his,” she said.
“Maybe not.” He frowned as though thinking of something else.
“What?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Not sure. It’ll come to me.” He stopped. “And it just did. Something woke me up out of a sound sleep. I think it was a drone.”
“A drone?” Kristine asked.
“Yeah. And those bullets were coming hard and fast, but it didn’t sound like an automatic weapon. I think he used a drone to shoot up the house. That’s why he didn’t know we were outside when he started shooting. He was too far away to see us.”
Hank shrugged. “It’s a good theory.”
When they made it to the top of the hill, Nathan rushed to meet them. “You guys okay? What happened?”
“Someone found Hank,” Andrew said. “At least that’s what it looks like.”
Nathan blinked. “How?”
“Not sure. Tim needs an ambulance and a hospital visit. He’s probably got a concussion.”
Tim slipped out of Andrew’s helping grasp and made his way over to the nearest car to lean against it. Then slid to the ground and put his head in his hands.
“Ambulance should almost be here. I called one just in case.”
Kristine’s phone buzzed and she glanced at the screen. A text from the night nurse, Leanna.
Naomi gave me instructions, so I’m texting according to those. I know it’s late—or early—but Emily is asking for you and your brother just got here. Your aunt is here as well.
“I’ve got to go to the hospital, guys. I’ll give my statement and take off—” At Andrew’s look, she froze. “Except I don’t have a car, right?” Last she’d seen it, it had been on fire. She looked in that direction. Firehoses still rained waterfalls on it.
“I’ll drive you as soon as we can get away,” Andrew said. He paused and grimaced. “Except the car was in the garage so ... I’m probably going to need a new car too.” Another pause. “Did Tim’s car survive? As long as the keys didn’t blow up, we can use his.”
She pulled her phone from her pocket. “You check with him. I’ll call the Bureau.” She eyed him. “If you keep destroying federal vehicles, they’re going to start docking your pay.”
“Ha! They should give us hazard pay and be grateful.”
She smirked. “Yeah, let’s go with that one.”
He sighed. “I have some stuff at my parents’ house, but I’m not going to wake them at this time of night.” He looked at Nathan. “I don’t suppose Hank and I could borrow some clothes?”
“Hank’s too skinny to wear my stuff. My jeans would fall off him. You could hit James up again for something for him. But you mightbe able to wear some of mine. We’ll figure it out. Let’s rendezvous at James and Lainie’s. I’ll let them know we’re coming.”
“Poor James and Lainie,” Kristine said, “getting invaded once again.”
“They’ll be mad if we don’t.”
He wasn’t wrong. Andrew went to grab the keys from Tim, who was now in the care of paramedics, and Kristine raked a hand over her head and texted Ethan she would be there shortly.
As long as she didn’t have to outrun any more explosions. Or bullets.
