Exit Strategy. Shirlee McCoy

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СКАЧАТЬ bought the status quo. They wanted what was best for the group, and they were willing to believe Lark was a thief, that she’d gone into the trailer willingly to commune with God and find the right path, rather than believe their leader wasn’t who he pretended to be.

      That hurt, but she couldn’t think about it. Not when she finally had a chance at freedom. She knew the old church, the large sanctuary, the bell tower, the door that led into the cemetery. She knew how far she needed to go to make it to the fence. Joshua had taught her how to climb it. He’d taught her a lot of things. Mostly he’d taught her to love, to have faith, to believe that God had a perfect plan for all of their lives.

      She wouldn’t forget those lessons.

      Not ever.

      And, she wouldn’t let his murderer go unpunished, wouldn’t let his death be for nothing. Someone had to bring Elijah Clayton down. The way Lark saw things, it might as well be her.

      The man opened the church door, and she stepped inside, the dry cool air filled with the musty scent of time and age. She’d loved this place, had felt more at home here than she’d ever been anywhere before, but it wasn’t home anymore, and all she wanted was to escape. Maybe the man escorting her was Essex’s friend. Maybe he wasn’t. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to trust him to save her. She’d save herself.

      He closed the door, sealed them inside the century old building. Then, he took her arm and led her through the empty sanctuary.

      * * *

      Lark didn’t resist as Cyrus led her through the old church.

      That surprised him.

      He’d done his research before he’d approached John, and everything he’d learned about Lark had told him she was a leader, a go-getter, a survivor. Not that there’d been much to discover. Financial records only went back as far as her college days. She’d attended Towson University on scholarship, gotten a degree in elementary education. From what he’d been able to gather, she’d met her future husband there, moved into Amos Way after they’d married. Her husband had died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound nearly three years later. That’s what the police report had said.

      Essex didn’t think Lark believed it.

      That’s why he’d been worried when she hadn’t returned, why he’d contacted Cyrus and asked for help when the police couldn’t step in. This was what HEART did best—entering areas the authorities couldn’t or wouldn’t go, finding the missing, bringing them home.

      “Sit.” He pressed her into the front pew and was surprised when she didn’t fight him.

      “Who are you?” she asked, her voice echoing hollowly in the empty building.

      “To John and Elijah? Louis Morgan. Ex-military. Current mercenary. In other words, gun for hire.”

      “Who are you really?”

      “Cyrus Mitchell. I work for HEART.”

      “Never heard of it.”

      “Most people haven’t.” He didn’t have time to explain, and he wouldn’t have taken the time if he had it. HEART members weren’t in it for recognition or glory. They weren’t in it for money. Most were in it for redemption, for a chance to make sure no one else ever lived through the pain they’d experienced. Cyrus was no exception to that.

      “I take it you’re not going to fill me in?” She brushed thick strands of hair from her cheek. He hadn’t turned on a light, but the darkness couldn’t hide the paleness of her skin, the narrow width of her shoulders. She looked more vulnerable than he wanted her to, more delicate than Essex’s description had led him to believe.

      “Later. Right now, we have more important things to do.” He pulled an energy bar from his pocket, handed it to her. “Eat.”

      “I don’t think so.” She thrust it back. “I’ve already been drugged a couple of times. I’m not going to let it happen again.”

      “It would be stupid for me to drug you right before we make a run for it.”

      “Run? You know how far it is to the nearest town?” she asked.

      “Seventy miles.”

      “Exactly. Running is not going to be an option.”

      “Leaving is. That’s the plan. How we do it is going to depend on whether or not I can turn off the security system before John shows up.” He walked to the window that looked out into the church’s front yard. Moonlight spilled onto the lush grass. A few shrubs lined the path that led from the church to the residential area of the compound. Someone stood beside one of them, his shadowy form nearly blending with the dark outline of the bushes.

      John. Cyrus didn’t have any doubt about that.

      “Is he out there?” Lark asked, leaning in so that she could see out the window. He doubted she realized how close they were or how vulnerable she was making herself. If he’d wanted to take her out, he could have done it easily.

      “Yes.”

      “Where?” she whispered as if John might somehow hear.

      “Near the shrubbery. Right at the edge of the path.”

      “What’s he doing out there?”

      “Making sure I do what he’s paying me to do. It’s not going to be long before he comes in to check on my progress. Come on.” He took her hand, pulled her away from the window.

      “Where? There isn’t a place on the compound without security cameras. If we leave the building, he’ll know it.”

      “I can take out the security cameras.”

      “How?”

      “How about you save the questions for later?” He strode through the sanctuary and into a narrow hall. The church office was to the left, the door closed and locked. It took seconds to get in, just a little longer to log on to the computer. He typed in the password that John was a little too careless with, smiled as the security system opened up to him.

      Lark stood a few feet away, watching intently as he began typing in code. “You’re a man of many talents, Cyrus.”

      “Not many, but the ones I have are useful in situations like this.”

      “Would they be useful in opening this?” She pointed to a file cabinet.

      “If it was necessary.”

      “It’s necessary,” Lark responded, tugging at the handle.

      He ignored her. They didn’t have time to play seek-and-find.

      “Cyrus,” Lark said, waving a hand in front of his face. “Did you hear me? I said it was necessary.”

      “Your idea of necessary and mine aren’t the same. To me, necessary is shutting down the security system and getting us both out of here in one piece.”

      “You’ve been on the compound for how long?”

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