Page 21 of Mafia’s Angel

“It says to turn right here,” Jamison said.

“Then do it.”

“It doesn’t look like a road.”

“Can a car get over it?”

“Yes, I think so, but it’s going to be difficult. A four-wheel-drive vehicle would be much better.”

“We don’t have time for that.” Duncan pointed. “Let’s go.”

Duncan held on to the car’s front dash as it went over terrain it wasn’t meant for. Every time the bottom hit the road and made a crunchy sound, he cringed.

They went a few miles.

“Sir, the coordinates say the Jeep is about two miles ahead.”

“Stop the car. We’ll walk the rest of the way. We don’t want him to know we’re coming.”

Jamison stopped and turned off the car. Duncan got out and carefully closed his door. He looked to find his men doing the same thing and heading toward him.

“I want a few men to go left and some right while the rest of us keep on the track. I don’t have to tell you to be really quiet and careful.”

“No, sir.”

“Good. Go.” He turned to Jamison. “Can you round up blankets and whatever else we have for her?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good.” He looked around again. “Let’s go.”

The two other groups walked off before he started forward, keeping in the line of the trees. After about a mile, theycame to an area that started to widen.

He held up a hand and went down on his haunches. His gaze scanned the whole area.

“Sir, here are some binoculars.”

He turned and reached for them, glad they came prepared. “Good man. Thanks.”

Duncan looked over the area again before he stood. “I can’t see anything, men. Let’s go a little further.”

They stopped a few hundred yards ahead and scanned the area again. He was about ready to stand when the binoculars caught a plume of smoke. He followed it down to find a small cabin. Fuck. He’d looked there but hadn’t seen a cabin because it blended in well with the forest.

He pointed. “She’s in there.”

“I’ll text the others,” one of the men said.

Duncan looked around for the best way to get there without being seen. “Let’s stay a few yards in the tree line but still be able to see the cabin.”

They walked for five minutes before Duncan held his hand up, crouched, and pointed. The bastard was walking around the back of the cabin with a load of wood in his arms. He saw him unlock the door before he opened it and went in.

“Okay, guys. We have no idea how much firepower he has, so we’ll need to get a jump on him, so he doesn’t have time to get to it. Text everyone to circle the cabin but stay out of view and not to move until I tell them.”

“Got it, sir.”

“Okay, let’s get closer.”

It seemed to take forever to get into the position he wanted to be in before he raised a hand.