Page 42 of Shielding his Legacy
“Police are asking for the public’s help locating Eva Livingston, a person of interest in the death of police detective Anthony Griffin in Central Park two weeks ago.
“Livingston is believed to be traveling with this man…”His own photo appeared beside Eva’s. “…Lt. Gavin DeGrey, a former Navy SEAL who left the military a year ago when a highly publicized civil suit was brought against him for the death of one of his SEAL teammates by the other man’s parents. The lawsuit was later settled out of court.”
His mind raced, working to process this information onseveral different levels. The police were looking for them—the search quite possibly put in motion by the very person Eva had caught on film.
“The pair was spotted by New York State Trooper Everett McDonald just a few miles from Lake Raquette in the Adirondacks.”
A curse hissed through Gavin’s clenched teeth.
The camera cut away to the policeman, the brim of his trooper’s hat pulled down low over his eyes in a severe line.“The subjects’ vehicle was pulled over on the side of the road, and the man and woman were inside, in what I’d call a compromising position.”
The phone vibrated, Razorback’s name appearing on the caller ID. With more than a twinge of regret, Gavin answered it, knowing he and Eva had experienced the last moments of peace they’d get for the foreseeable future. He answered without a greeting. “I saw the video.”
Razorback didn’t seem to notice the lack of pleasantries. “How close is that property to where the cop saw you?”
“Ten miles or so.” He headed for the bed.
“Good. That should be a safe enough distance.”
Gavin wanted to kick himself. “Not if I told the cop I was going ten miles up the road, and this place is the only stretch of houses in that vicinity.” He gave Eva’s calf a gentle shake and held the bottom portion of the phone away from his mouth.
Razorback swore in his ear. “So, he knows your trajectory and drive time.”
Gavin was focused on Eva. “Wake up. We’ve got to go.”
Razorback’s voice took on an urgency Gavin had heard from the other man at least a dozen times before. “You need to get out of there.”
“I’m on it.” A distant high-pitched wail had his headsnapping toward the sound. “Goddamn it,” he muttered, the implications of the noise not lost on him. “I hear sirens. Call Sloan. Tell him I’ll pick them up in five minutes. They can’t fly the bird without unwanted attention.”
“Roger.” Razorback disconnected the call.
“Eva,” Gavin said more forcefully, shaking her leg harder. “Get up. The police are coming. We need to move, now.”
Eva sat up abruptly, seemingly completely awake in an instant. “Police?” She looked around at the sirens, now ubiquitous in the small space, and clutched the covers to her bare chest.
“Hurry. We have to go.”
“We can’t.”
“Of course we can. They’ve got an APB out on us, and I all but told that cop where we were going. Hurry up. Get dressed.”
“Gavin, what are we going to do? Get into a chase with the police? That’s not just one cop car. There are at least two, maybe more. We have the baby. We can’t outrun them.”
He had no intention of getting anyone hurt. “We can’t do a damn thing if we just sit here,” he snapped, frustrated with her determination to discuss this. “We have to go.”
She climbed out of bed and tugged on panties and bra. “These aren’t New York City police.”
“Come on. We have to hurry.”
“But they’re not New York police.”
He had no idea what she was getting at. All he knew was that she wasn’t moving nearly fast enough. “So what?”
“So, they’re not going to hurt me.”
The sirens suddenly got louder. They were very close to the cabin now, but rather than dashing out the door, Evawas standing there in her underwear, wide-eyed and determined to talk to him. “What are you saying?”
She picked up her shirt. “We can’t outrun them, Gavin. And they aren’t going to hurt me.”
