Angel Fire

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Cameron’s light flashed across the room, landing on Angel’s body, which was slumped against the wall. Blood soaked his shirt and jeans. She walked over and squatted down beside him, touching a finger to his neck. His skin was still warm, but she felt no pulse.

“So that’s Angel?”

Cameron turned, finding Tori in the doorway. She stood and nodded. “Yeah. That’s him.”

“I’m not sure what I was expecting,” Tori said.

“A monster, perhaps?”

Tori still stared at him. “Yeah. A monster. He looks like a normal, clean-cut guy.”

“He was still a monster.” Cameron went over to the duffel bags and opened one. “Jesus, Hunter…you ever seen this much cash?”

Tori shook her head. “How many people died for this?”

“Too damn many.”

Cameron zipped it back up and tossed it aside, then opened another one. It, too, was stuffed with cash. She assumed they all were. Her phone broke the silence and she snatched it up.

“Reynolds? How did it go?”

“We’re okay. Eric was right. They were locals. Angel gave them some cash to canvass the area and to run interference for him. When they spotted us, he slipped out a back window.”

“Any fireworks?”

“No. Hell, they nearly pissed in their pants.” He paused. “Sam? She okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. Angel is dead.”

“Good. And the money?”

“It’s here. Not that I know what three million dollars looks like, but there’s a hell of a lot here. We’re in a cabin of some sort, out in the woods,” she said. “I’ll have Rowan run GPS on us. Now that it’s over, Murdock will probably get the Albuquerque office involved again.” Or at least she hoped he would. She was ready to put an end to this case.

“You want us to come out there?”

“Yeah. And bring some pizza. I’m starving.”