You gave Jensen an opening and he took it. Started poking around town asking questions. Questions about me, about Judge Finch, about our business. What business? He shakes his head.
Doesn't matter now. What matters is Jensen needs to go down and you're my ticket. The cruiser turns onto a dirt road. Branches scrape the sides. We're deep in the woods now.
I reach under the seat again, feeling for anything. My fingers brush against the patch patch gave me small comfort, but I clutch it tight. The car stops in a small clearing. An old hunting cabin stands 50 yards away. No other cars, no people.
End of the line, Eli. Deputy Hargrove says. He gets out, comes around to my door, opens it, reaches for a motorcycle roars in the distance, then another, and another. Deputy Hargro's head snaps up. What the hell?
The sound grows louder, coming our way. How? Deputy Hargrove mutters. How did they find us? He pulls his gun, points it at me out.
Now his hand clamps around my arm, drags me from the car. Without my chair, I can't stand. I fall to the ground. Dirt and leaves press against my The motorcycles break through the tree. Hawk in the lead patch right behind.
More angels follow. Deputy Hargrove aims his gun at them. Stay back. I will shoot the boy. The bikers stop 20 ft away, engines idle.
Put the gun down, Rick. Hawk calls. You're done. I'm just getting started. Deputy Hargrove replies.
You think you can come into my town, mess with my business? Use this kit to get to me. We didn't know about your business until you took the boy. Hawk says, his voice is calm. Out we do.
Deputy Hargrove laughs. And what are you going to do? Kill a cop? Even the hell angels aren't that stupid. I'm not going to kill you.
Hawk says, "But I am going to destroy you. " He holds up his phone. I've been recording since Eli called. Every word, Rick, every threat, every confession. Deputy Hargro's face pales. "You're lying.
Try me," Hawk says. Doubt flickers in Deputy Hargrove's eyes. The gun waivers. That's when Patch moves faster than I thought possible for a man his size. He tackles Deputy Harrow from the side.
The gun fires into the air. They struggle on the ground. Patch pins him down, wrenches the gun away. "It's over," he says. Hawk rushes to me, kneels beside me.
"Eli, are you hurt? " I shake my head, still clutching the patch in my hand. "You came," I whisper. He helps me sit up. "We'll always come for you, Eli. Always. " Patch drags Deputy Harrove to his feet, hands cuffed behind his back with his own handcuffs.
"What now? " Patch asks Hawk. "Now," Hawk says. "We take him in the right way. " He picks me up gently, carries me to Patch's bike with the side car. "Your chair is in Harrove's trunk," he says. "We'll get it. " I nod, still dazed.
"Does my mom know? " "She will soon," Hawk says. "She's going to be scared, angry. But you're safe now. That's what matters. " As the other angels secure Deputy Hargrove in one of their vans, Hawk sits beside me in the sidec car. You are very brave, he says.
Quick thinking with that phone. I open my hand, show him the P. Patch told me to keep it for emergency. Hawk smiles. Smart man, Patch.