The Cove
Page 74“Let’s just tail her until we get an opportunity.”
“I don’t like it. Oh, shit, Dillon, the bikers are back, all four of them.”
The four bikers fanned through the traffic, coming back together when there was a break, then fanning out again.
Sally was feeling good. She was feeling smart. She’d gotten them, that jerk driving that Porsche and the four bikers. She’d gone through that opening without hesitation, and she’d done it without any problem. It was a good thing she hadn’t had time to think about it, otherwise she would have wet her pants. She was grinning, the wind hitting hard against her teeth, making them tingle. However, she was going the wrong direction.
She looked at the upcoming road sign. There was a turn onto Maitland Road half a mile ahead. She didn’t know where Maitland Road went, but from what she could see, it wove back underneath the highway. That meant a way back east.
She guided her bike over to the far right lane. A car honked, and she could have sworn she felt the heat of it as it roared past her. Never again, she thought, never again would she get on a motorcycle.
Although why not? She was a pro.
She’d driven a Honda 350, just like this one, for two years, beginning when she was sixteen. When she told her father she was moving back home, he refused to buy her the car he’d promised. The motorcycle was for the interim. She saved her money and got the red Honda, a wonderful bike. She remembered how infuriated her father had been. He’d even forbidden her to get near a motorcycle.
He’d grounded her.
She hadn’t cared. She didn’t want to leave her mother in any case. Then he’d just shut up about it. She had the sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t have cared if she’d killed herself on the thing.
Not that it mattered. He’d gotten his revenge.
She didn’t want to think about that.
She took the turn onto Maitland Road. Soon now, she’d be going back in the other direction, and no one would be after her this time. The road was dark, no lights at all. It was windy. There were thick, tall bushes on both sides. There was no one on the road. What had she done? She smelled the fear on herself. Why the hell had she turned off? James wouldn’t have turned off.
She was a fool, an idiot, and she’d pay for it.
It happened so fast she didn’t even have time to yell or feel scared. She saw the lead biker on her left, waving to her, calling to her, but she couldn’t understand his words. She jerked her bike to the right, hit a gravel patch, slid into a skid, and lost control. She went flying over the top of the bike and landed on the side of the two-lane road, not on the road but in the bushes that lined the road.
Quinlan didn’t want to believe what he’d just seen. “Dillon, Jesus, she’s hurt. Hurry, dammit, hurry.”
The Porsche screeched to a halt not six feet from where the four bikers were standing over Sally. One of them, tall, lanky, short hair, was bending over her.
“Okay, guys,” Quinlan said, “back off now.”
Three of them twisted around to see two guns pointed at them. “We’re FBI and we want you out of here in three seconds.”
“Not yet.” It was the lead biker, who was now on his knees beside her.
“What are you doing to her?”
“I’m a doctor—well, not fully trained, but I am an intern. Simpson’s the name. I’m just trying to see how badly hurt she is.”
“We didn’t force her off the road. She went into a skid. Actually, we followed because we saw you go back after her. Hey, man, we just want to help her.”
“As I said, we’re FBI,” Quinlan repeated, looking at the man. “Listen, she’s a criminal. A big-time counterfeiter. Is she going to be all right? Can you tell if she broke anything? Dillon, keep an eye on these bozos.”
Quinlan dropped to his knees. “Can I take off her helmet?”
“No, let me. I guess maybe we should wear helmets. If she hadn’t had one on, she might have scrambled her brains and not necessarily left them inside her head. You’re really FBI? She’s really a criminal?”
“Of course she is. What are you doing? Okay, you’re seeing if her arms are broken. She’d better be all right or I’ll have to flatten you. You scared the shit out of her. Yeah, she’s your typical criminal type. Why isn’t she conscious yet?”