Ice Hunt
Page 21He couldn’t blame her. He didn’t deserve any better. Still, he wanted to find some way past this unnaturally forced discourse. He wanted to tell her that he hadn’t touched a drink in over two years, but would she even care? Did it even matter any longer? The damage had been done.
He studied a single framed picture of Tyler on the mantel: smiling, towheaded, a pup in his arms, Bane, then eight weeks old. Matt’s heart clenched with joy and grief. He allowed himself to feel the emotion. He had long given up trying to drown it away. It still hurt…and in many ways, that was a good thing.
Jenny spoke. “Any other impressions?”
He took a deep breath to keep the pain out of his voice and stepped away from the fireplace. “I don’t know.” He rubbed his brow with a knuckle. “They might have been foreign nationals.”
“Why do you say that?”
“They never spoke a word within earshot. In retrospect, it was like they were purposefully keeping silent, hiding their origin. Like they had done with their weapons.”
“Could they be hired mercenaries?”
He shrugged. He had no idea.
“So far we don’t have much to go on.” Her gaze grew long as she began to plan. “We’ll get forensics up there and see what they can dig up. But something tells me the real answers are going to be found over at the polar base. And if so, the FBI will need to be called in…and military intelligence if the Navy is somehow tied in with all this. What a mess…”
He nodded. “A mess someone wanted to clear up at the end of a rifle barrel.”
She glanced to him. It looked like she wanted to say something, but then thought better of it.
Matt took a deep breath. “Jenny…look…”
Craig had been conversing in low tones, but his voice grew suddenly louder. “Prudhoe Bay, why?”
“I don’t see why I have to—” A long pause. “Fine, but I’m with a sheriff now. I can’t promise I’ll be able to get there.” Craig rolled his eyes and shook his head. Finally, he sighed and spoke. “I expect a big-ass raise after this, goddamn it.” He shoved the phone down.
“What’s wrong?” Matt asked.
Craig blustered for a moment, then collected himself. “They want me to stay here. Can you believe that? I’m supposed to meet with the paper’s contact at Prudhoe and follow up on events. See if they’re somehow connected to the research station.”
Jenny crossed to the desk as Craig vacated it in disgust. “Either way, you’ll have to stay here for now until Fairbanks clears you. We’re still in the middle of an investigation.”
“That’s fine by me,” he groused.
Jenny picked up the phone.
Before she could dial, the door to the cabin swung open. Her father stomped in, knocking snow off his boots. “Seems like we’re going to get more unexpected visitors.” He glared over at Matt. “Looks like a plane might be trying to land here.”
With the door open, the rumbling of an engine echoed into them. Dogs barked in the background.
Matt met Jenny’s gaze, and both hurried to the door.
From the shelter of the doorjamb, they studied the skies. A white Cessna slowly circled into view, drawing parallel with the wide river.
“Matt?”
He stared up at the plane. Blood drained into his legs. “It’s the same one.”
“Yes.” He didn’t need to read the stenciled letters and numbers.
“Do they know you’re here?”
Matt spotted motion by one of the plane’s windows. Someone leaned out, waving an arm at them. Then his eyes widened. Not an arm…a grenade launcher, a rocket-propelled grenade launcher.
He shoved Jenny back inside as a spat of flame spouted from the weapon.
“What—” she cried out.
The explosion cut off her words. A window on the south side of the cabin shattered inward. Glass sprayed the room.
As the blast echoed away, Matt dove to the ruined window. Just outside, the remains of the tiny lagyaq storehouse smoldered around a cratered ruin. The roof still sailed high in the air.
In the sky, the Cessna sped past, low over the trees, tilting on a wing for another pass.
Matt swung around and met Jenny’s gaze. “I’d say they know we’re here.”
Jenny’s expression remained hard. She already had the Winchester rifle in hand again. She stalked toward the open door, followed by everyone else.
Matt hurried after her. “What do you think you’re going to do?”
Outside, Jenny had to yell to be heard above the racket of barking dogs and the whine of the Cessna. “We’re getting out of here.” She raised the rifle and tracked the plane as it arced around. “Everyone get to the Twin Otter.”
“We escaped once that way,” Matt said, shoving the reporter toward the dock. “We can’t count on that kind of luck again. Not on such a clear day. And there’s no telling if they dropped other commandos out there somewhere.”
Together, the group fled across the yard toward the dock. Jenny helped her father, one hand on his elbow. Dogs ran all around, leaping, barking.
Suddenly Bane appeared at Matt’s side and raced with his master as they hit the docks. Matt had no time to warn the wolf away.
Instead Matt held out a hand for Jenny’s rifle. “Get the engine started. I’ll try to keep them busy.”
Jenny nodded to him. Matt was surprised by the lack of fear in her eyes. She passed the rifle into his palms.
Matt backed down the dock. Bane followed him.
The Cessna banked into another glide toward the homestead. Matt raised the rifle and followed its course. He squeezed off a shot to no effect. He yanked on the rifle’s bolt to crank another round in place.
At the end of the dock, the Twin Otter’s engine coughed once, then died. Come on, Jen…
The Cessna dropped its flaps and dove along the river’s length, aiming for the foundering floatplane.
Matt aimed for the cockpit window and fired again. He missed. Un-deterred, the plane continued its dive. “Damn it!” He pulled the rifle’s bolt and shouldered the weapon, widening his stance.