Cold Snap

by Allison Brennan

  “Ten weeks.”

  Sean nodded. “That’s in line with Micah’s statement that he came here in July. Here are the rocks—that’s where Lucy called Noah.”

  “Can you confirm four males, two females?”

  “One female,” Lucy said. “I shot one.”

  “Is she immobile?”

  “She’s dead.” Lucy looked at the map. She estimated the location and pointed. “Micah had buried a journal of hers here. I reburied it in case of capture. I wanted the leverage. It’s the only reason Micah’s still alive; he stole it after they killed his mother.”

  Sean traced with his finger. “This looks impassable, but we can get to the rocks from here. It puts us close to the meth lab, but it’s the fastest and most direct route. As long as your people know we’re coming through and don’t shoot at us.”

  “We don’t randomly shoot at people,” Johnson said.

  “Just cuff them?”

  Lucy put her hand on Sean’s arm, but said to Johnson, “Sir, we need to go.”

  Johnson looked at the map and their location and said, “North, get vests for Kincaid and Rogan. Take them with your team to find the boys. You’d better know what you’re doing. Armstrong is on his way, said you both have good instincts.”

  Sean raised his eyebrow. “I’ll have to thank him.”

  “Don’t know about that. He also said you both attract trouble like a magnet.”

  Lucy and Sean donned Kevlar vests. Sean and North led the way while Lucy stayed close behind with the other two SWAT team members, Montes and Kershaw.

  The rocks were over half a mile away. They circled around and heard action at the camp, but Lucy was focused on locating the boys.

  The slope was a steady incline, but soon they were at the same elevation as the boulders, and Sean motioned for them to turn north. The truck fire, though half a mile away, was still visible. The camp below was surrounded by SWAT—they’d come in at all angles.

  A moment later North held up his hand. His men stopped. North scanned the area through night-vision binoculars.

  But Lucy didn’t need binoculars to identify the ATV parked just outside the rock cluster.

  North motioned that there was one hostile suspect at their target location. Lucy’s fears were realized. Jeff.

  One of the boys cried out, and Jeff shouted, “Shut up!”

  Sean whispered to North, “His name is Jeff Nelson. His girlfriend was the boys’ mom.”

  North called out, “Mr. Nelson, this is the FBI. Stand down.”

  Silence.

  Then Jeff made his demand. “I want the woman who killed my sister. Then I will let the boys go.”

  CHAPTER 9

  North ordered the team to take a secure position. No one had a clear shot at Jeff Nelson since he was holding Micah close to him, a gun to the boy’s head.

  Lucy knew, intellectually, that trading herself for the boys was foolhardy. But emotionally, she wanted to. She’d promised them they’d be safe. Micah had trusted her every step of the way, never questioning her, doing exactly what she’d asked of him, all to help his little brother.

  Now both of them were in danger.

  North called in the report to Alex Johnson.

  “Hostage situation at target location.” He gave the exact coordinates.

  Lucy watched Jeff closely. He was distraught and his hand was shaking. He didn’t want to hurt the boys. Of that, Lucy was certain. Except that he was grieving and trapped, everything in his life falling apart. He’d had a situation that was working for him, and now his girlfriend was dead, his sister was dead, his brother was likely in custody, and he knew he wouldn’t get out of this situation a free man.

  Tommy was huddled on the ground next to a rock, his eyes big and terrified.

  “Tell him to let Tommy go,” she told North.

  “You’re not in charge, Kincaid,” he said.

  “In good faith, tell him to let Tommy go.”

  North said, “Mr. Nelson, I’m Lee North. I just want to talk.”

  “You heard what I want!”

  “Let the younger boy go. I know you don’t want to hurt him.”

  “I heard her voice—Kincaid. She killed my sister. It had to have been her.”

  North glanced at Lucy and she nodded.

  “Let me talk to him,” she said.

  “No,” North said. “He’s unpredictable and fixated on you.”

  “I know what’s going on with him. I can talk him down.”

  “It’s an order, Kincaid. Or haven’t they covered those at Quantico yet?”

  She bit back a response. Of course he was right, and he didn’t know her or what she’d done prior to joining the FBI. But she was a criminal psychologist and knew enough about Jeff Nelson and his situation to help fix this mess.

  North said to Jeff, “Let Tommy go. Then we will talk.”

  Jeff clutched Micah and hunkered down behind a rock, out of their sight. He was saying something to the kid, but Lucy couldn’t make out what it was.

  “Jeff, I need to keep communication open between us. Talk to me, buddy.”

  Jeff didn’t say anything, and Lucy shifted uncomfortably. Sean put his hand on the small of her back, sharing his strength and confidence, but it didn’t help like it usually did.

  North said quietly, “The hostage negotiator is coming up from the tactical truck. ETA fifteen minutes. Team Alpha has the other suspects in custody and is securing the camp.” To Jeff he called out, “Jeff, your brother, Carl, and everyone else is in custody. You don’t want to be the only one who ends up on a slab.”

  Lucy winced. That was the wrong thing to say. Ann was already dead, and Jeff knew it.

  Jeff laughed. “Right. Then I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain!”

  “You can gain our trust by letting Tommy go.”

  Lucy wished she could see Jeff and Micah. She could see part of Tommy huddled in the rocks but not his face.

  North motioned for his men to fan out ten feet in either direction and said they were cleared to take a shot if they could get it.

  Lucy prayed it didn’t come to that. Tommy and Micah would never forget the sight of Jeff getting his head blown off.

  North called, “Jeff, you there?”

  “I’ll send Tommy out if you send Lucy Kincaid in.”

  “You know I can’t do that,” North said. He glared at Lucy and motioned for her to stay put.

  “I can do this,” she whispered. She glanced at Sean. His face was hard and unreadable, but his eyes understood. He didn’t want her to go, but he knew she had to.

  North stepped away from them and talked into his com. Lucy couldn’t hear what was being said, but he turned around a half minute later and looked her in the eye. “Are you ready for this? Tell me now if you’re not up to it. That child’s life is at stake.”

  “I know.” Her heart pounded, but her mind was clear. “I’m ready.”

  North called out to Jeff. “Jeff? I’ll let you talk to Kincaid if you send Tommy out first.”

  There was silence, then frantic whispering from inside the rock circle. Tommy started crying, and Micah said, “It’s okay, Tommy. Go. I’ll be there when I can, okay?”

  His small voice was so brave and Lucy bit back a cry of rage over what was happening to him right now. He should never have to go through something like this. No child should.

  Tommy climbed over the rocks, then stopped and glanced back toward his brother. North motioned for one of his men to grab the boy. It happened fast and Tommy was being carried down off the rocks and away from the scene.

  North nodded at Lucy. “You’re on, Kincaid.”

  “Micah?” Lucy called out. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.” His voice was so quiet and tentative, she almost didn’t hear him. He spoke up. “I’m okay.”

  “I’m glad.” She took a deep breath, forced her heart rate to slow down. “Jeff, Micah told me how good you were to him and Tommy. I know you don’t want to hurt him.”<
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  “You killed Ann. All she wanted was that damn book.”

  “Jeff, you’re not going to want to hear this but I’m telling you the truth. Ann was going to kill Micah. I had to protect him. Just like you’ve been doing ever since you came into his life.” She’d pieced together things that Micah had told her and the little she’d learned about the Nelsons from listening to the communications between Alex Johnson and Lee North.

  It wasn’t much. Carl was the oldest, Jeff was the youngest. Their parents had been career criminals—the mother was now dead, the father’s whereabouts unknown. Carl had no record, but his sister, Ann, did, and Lucy suspected she’d always taken the blame, but that Carl was the ringleader. Jeff was the only one who’d graduated from a community college and held down a regular job, but the economy hit his industry—construction—hard.

  They were still piecing together addresses, financial information, and the like, but according to Johnson, Ann Nelson had been on the DEA radar for years. They’d never caught up with her but had suspected she had a large distribution network in the east.

  “You were just trying to provide for Vicky and her boys, weren’t you? Trying to do what their fathers never did. Micah said he never knew his dad, but you were the closest thing he had.”

  Jeff wasn’t talking, and Lucy wasn’t sure that was a good sign.

  “I would never have shot Ann if Micah’s life wasn’t in immediate danger. But I am sorry.”

  “She wouldn’t have hurt him.”

  “I didn’t know her like you did. All I saw was a gun pointed at that little boy and I acted.” That wasn’t the entire truth. Ann had threatened Micah but she’d aimed at Lucy. Judicious lying was warranted here.

  As long as Micah didn’t contradict her.

  “Jeff, you’ve been protecting Micah for the last two years. You’re the only one who can protect him now.”

  “This was all supposed to be easy. Micah, why didn’t you just give Ann the book?” Jeff’s voice cracked.

  “She killed my mom,” Micah’s little voice said. “You told Mom you loved her.”

  “Ann said she overdosed.” A sob escaped Jeff’s throat. “I wanted to protect you, Micah. God, this is all fucked up.”

  North moved as if to speak and Lucy put her hand up. Jeff was going to let Micah go, she was certain of it.

  She prayed she was right.

  “I’m so, so sorry, Micah. Don’t hate me.”

  “I don’t hate you, Dad.”

  Silence fell among the boulders. Lucy feared she’d been wrong, that Jeff was going to do something very bad, but then Micah scrambled over the rocks and ran right over to her. He hugged her tightly.

  North and Kershaw rushed in and Jeff stood up without resisting.

  “He wouldn’t have hurt me,” Micah said. “He was crying.”

  Micah was crying, too. Lucy knelt down and hugged him tightly. “You were so brave.”

  “Is it over? Can I go see Tommy now?”

  “Yes. Tommy is waiting for you.”

  North and Kershaw had Jeff cuffed and on the ground. North said, “We have another team coming here to take custody of him so we can secure the rest of the area. Where’s this book?”

  Lucy didn’t want to leave Micah. Sean said, “I’ll walk back with him. You need to show them the book and the body.”

  “I’ll take you.” She said to Micah, “Stay with Sean, okay? I won’t be long.”

  Micah said, “Will they go get my mom, too? Does she get a real grave?”

  “Yes. She most certainly does.”

  Lucy watched Sean and Micah walk off, and she sat down to catch her breath. Not because she was tired, but from the stress.

  North looked down at her and said, “You did good, Kincaid. What’d you do before the FBI?”

  “A lot of things,” she said. “But this is where I’m supposed to be.”

  CHAPTER 10

  Lucy woke up in Sean’s bed, light streaming through the two narrow windows. Light? What time was it?

  She stretched and looked at the clock. One? In the afternoon?

  Chip, her cat, whom Sean was caring for while she was at Quantico, meowed loudly when she got up. She scratched him behind the ears and he purred and stretched.

  She rolled her neck around a couple times. Her entire body ached. Sean wasn’t there so she rose slowly from the bed and went into the bathroom. She had bruises everywhere, her wrists had been taped, but nothing was broken.

  Sean was sitting on the bed petting Chip after she finished brushing her teeth. “You okay?” he asked. “I heard you moving around.”

  “I can’t believe you let me sleep in so late.”

  “We didn’t go to bed until after dawn.” He took her hand and pulled her down next to him. Chip jumped down with an annoyed meow, knowing he was no longer the center of attention.

  Sean kissed her. “We have visitors downstairs.”

  “Who?”

  “The boys.”

  “I thought they were in the hospital.”

  “They were fully checked. A little dehydrated and malnourished, but otherwise healthy. Micah insisted on seeing you. I’m lucky he’s only nine, or he’d be some stiff competition for me.”

  She laughed and kissed him. “You have no competition, Sean.” Then she frowned. “What’s going to happen to them?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe the fed who brought them over has information.”

  “What fed?”

  “The DEA agent from last night, Alex Johnson.”

  “I’m glad he’s here—I have some questions for him.”

  “He has some for you. Noah’s also here—you have to go to Quantico to face a panel on the shooting.”

  She leaned against his shoulder and sighed. “I thought we’d have more time together this weekend.”

  He held her face in his hands. “I love you, Lucy. So much.”

  He seemed unusually emotional. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, then touched her forehead to his. “Following Ann and Micah was one of the toughest decisions I’ve ever had to make. You were only feet from my hiding place, I wanted to go to you—”

  “We’re partners, Lucy, in every way. You have to save the innocent first. I can take care of myself, and if they didn’t shoot me on the cliff, they weren’t going to shoot me in their camp.”

  “That’s what I was thinking, but that didn’t make the decision any easier.” She didn’t know if she could handle these life-threatening decisions. How could she choose? In the line of duty, would she have to make such a choice again? Between her partner and a victim? Between two innocent people? She didn’t want to think about it, but it would haunt her.

  Sean took her hand and together they went downstairs.

  Micah and Tommy were playing on Sean’s air-hockey table in the large family room that opened up into the kitchen and dining room. When Micah saw Lucy, he missed blocking his goal and little Tommy scored.

  “Point!” Tommy said.

  His eyes followed Micah’s and he burst out in a grin. “Lucy!” He ran over to her and gave her a tight squeeze. “Sean has an air-hockey table! He said we could play! Do you want to play with us?”

  “Of course,” she said. She glanced at Agent Johnson and Noah who were sitting at the table. Both looked at her with serious expressions. “If we have time.” She walked over to Micah and gave him a hug. “How are you guys doing?”

  He nodded. “Alex said we have grandparents. My mom never talked about them. I thought they were dead.”

  He was putting on a brave front, but his voice cracked at the end and she saw how scared he was of what was happening. Though the situation he endured over the last three days was far more dangerous, it was this limbo that terrified him. Tommy, on the other hand, was bouncing around and didn’t seem to be affected by any of it. At least not yet.

  “Families are complicated,” she said.

  “They live in Florida.”

  Lucy smiled. “Florida is
very nice. Sunny and tropical.”

  “Alex is taking us. I’ve never been on a plane before.” He frowned and glared over Lucy’s shoulder, then whispered, “I wanted you to take us, but he said no.”

  “I have to go back to my training. But you’ll have my address and you can write me and send me pictures of your new house.”

  “I have to come back in a couple weeks to talk to a judge about everything.”

  She nodded. “That’s good. I’ll find out when and we can have lunch or something.”

  “What if Alex says no again?”

  “If you want it to happen, I’ll make it happen. You’re my friend, Micah, and I always make time for my friends.” She glanced over at Tommy who was now running around the small backyard, chasing squirrels up the trees. “You’re a good brother, you know that? Tommy is very lucky to have you.”

  He hugged her, then went outside to join his brother. Lucy watched them through the windows.

  Alex cleared his throat. She sighed and sat down at the table where she could also watch the boys play. She hadn’t thought much about the fact that she couldn’t have children of her own—she’d had emergency surgery when she was eighteen and her uterus had been removed. It was a loss she’d dealt with, but now, watching the two dark-haired boys, she imagined what it would be like to have her own boys, to watch them grow and run and laugh. To love and protect them.

  “Social services thought it best to unite the boys with their maternal grandparents as soon as possible,” Alex said. “I’m flying with them to Miami tomorrow after Micah gives a preliminary statement to the judge. I’ll stay overnight to make sure everything is kosher. I have an agent there who’ll check on them periodically, as well as the court-appointed counselor until the guardianship is finalized. The grandparents are young—in their early fifties—and both working. Mr. Sanders is a high school science teacher and Mrs. Sanders teaches second grade. Victoria was their only daughter. She left home at eighteen and hadn’t contacted her parents in nine years. They think she was pregnant with Micah by then, and they think they know who his father is. The guy never knew he had a kid, according to them.”