Page 79 of Catch Him
Declan pulledhis gun smoothly out of his jeans and aimed it at Huntley. While Sinead kept hers on Huntley Sr. Jillian providing coverage if needed.
How easy, he thought. How easy would it be to end both of them right here. Bury them somewhere on the sprawling twenty-acre farm and call it a day.
Except Mary didn’t want him to kill. Mary didn’t want him to be responsible for cold-blooded murder.
Mary was soft. Too soft, Flynn had said.
Dec hoped she always stayed that way.
“Did you just call my girlfriend a bitch?” Dec asked Garrett as he and Sinead approached him and his father. “That’s not very nice and makes me a little angry. I don’t think you want me angry. Now I’m certain the two of you are smart enough… well, at least your father is smart enough… that if you want to get out of this situation alive you’re going to both pull your guns slowly out of your pants, drop them on the ground in front of you and kick them towards me.”
“Where is Mary?” Garrett asked.
Declan looked to Sinead, who still had her weapon focused on Huntley Sr. “I don’t recall that being a direction.”
He fired a warning shot at Garrett’s feet, making him jump and squeal like the pig he was.
“Idiot,” his father hissed. “This is over. Do what he says.”
“See? I told you the father had all the brains. Weapons out and down on the ground.”
“This isn’t over. My father knows people. Scarier people than you,” Garrett said even as he and his father complied with the order.
Declan shook his head and turned his gaze to Huntley Sr. “Yes, I know. But it would appear your days of dabbling in international terrorism are over.”
“I have a respectable law firm,” Huntley Sr. insisted.
“But you and I know better. You see, it’s early on the west coast, but in a few hours FBI agents are going to be showing up at your firm with a subpoena in hand. They are going to find a lot of evidence that links you to known terrorist groups. Quite detailed paper trails of how you both laundered money for them and provided them with avenues of funding.”
“That’s bullshit,” Garrett said.
“You’re bluffing. There is nothing there,” Huntley Sr. concurred smugly.
Declan smiled. “Maybe there wasn’t. But there is now. All the evidence anyone would need to put you in jail for a very long time.”
“The lawyers,” Sinead muttered. “All day with the lawyers.”
Declan smiled as his clever girl understood what he’d been doing with his time out in San Francisco after he had retrieved the picture.
“I told you I hate them,” he reminded her.
“You won’t be able to make phony evidence stick.” Garrett shouted.
“Oh but I can. You would probably be surprised, or maybe you wouldn’t as he’s your father, how much of it is actually legit. I hate to break this to you, Garrett, but your father is a not a very good man. And you, Mr. Huntley Senior, I think you’ll find federal prison quite a holiday, because once it’s known to your merry band of terrorists that you failed to provide the picture or me, they probably will have you killed. I however, could not take that chance. You sealed your fate the moment you tried to pay Mary to return to your sick and twisted son.”
“Something I never would have done,” said another voice.
Dec stiffened as he watched his sister walk out of the house, standing behind Garrett and his father. Too close. Too close to both of them.
Garrett wheeled around at the sound of her voice.
“I told myself I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t face either of you,” she said softly. “But I could. I have.”
But Declan could still hear her. Could hear the fear in his sister’s voice as she confronted the man who abused her and the other man who sanctioned it with money. He lifted his gun and took aim at Huntley’s head when he felt the pressure of Sinead’s hand on his arm.
“Don’t,” she said. “Let her have this.”
“Mary, please,” Garrett said, actually physically getting on his knees. “All of this, everything I did was just to get you back. I know I screwed up. But I’ll make it up to you. We can take a trip. Start over. Like none of this happened.”
