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shielded by other agents behind him.
    Coffey hesitated, and Quinn could tell he was trying to
decide if the bomb was a bluff. Quinn guessed that the fact he had released the
woman after making his threat, pushing her away from him, would be the deciding
factor. Coffey would calculate that Quinn would never give up his hostage, his
only hope of survival, unless his threat was real.    
    Other agents in the room glanced back and forth between
Quinn and their boss, alert for whatever might happen next.
    “Try to move Davinroy out of here and I’ll trigger the C4!” barked
Quinn with a snarl, and the way he uttered the president’s name, the hatred and
disdain and zealotry in his voice and in his expression, left no doubt that he
meant it. “Don’t test me, Cris!”
    Coffey looked deeply into Quinn’s eyes one last time and
came to a decision. “Okay, we won’t move him,” he said quickly, striving to
keep his voice as calm and soothing as he could. “But come on, Kevin. Let’s not
do anything rash. Let’s talk this out.”
    “I need David Garza,” said Quinn, nodding at a tall,
youthful man to his left, looking dapper in a black tux and red cummerbund. “Now! ”
    Garza, a billionaire technology entrepreneur who owned the
mansion they were in, took a step backwards, and the aura of command and
authority he typically projected was shattered, replaced by one of primal fear.
    Coffey held up his palm to Garza, indicating he should remain
silent, and then turned to Quinn. “Why do you need him?” he asked.
    “To lead me to his garage and give me the keys to one of his
cars. I’ll get the hell out of here and he’ll remain unharmed. You have my
word.”
    “You know I can’t authorize that.”
    Quinn held out his phone toward Coffey and waved it menacingly.
“What I know is that if this doesn’t
happen within thirty seconds, I’m going to blow the C4. He either does what I
say, or everyone dies, including him.”
    Quinn glared at the man who had been his boss until just
seconds earlier. A man he couldn’t have liked or respected more. “To be honest,”
he continued, “I almost hope Garza doesn’t cooperate. I’ll regret the collateral damage. But at least I’ll die knowing I’m
taking Davinroy down with me!” he added savagely, the words spit from his mouth
like a poison. “I have nothing left to lose.”
    Quinn had considered surrendering and doing his best to
convince others of the truth, but had decided against this course almost
immediately. He knew that escape would offer him a better chance to see justice
done. Although, when it came to effecting an escape, and staying at large once
he did, he hadn’t done himself any favors.
    His single-mindedness of purpose had left a glaring blind
spot in his preparations. He didn’t care if he lived or died after he took out
Davinroy, so he hadn’t planned on running. If he was ultimately caught, so be
it.
    But he should have planned out what he would do if his
one-man operation went sideways, like it had. His rage had poisoned him to such
an extent that it never occurred to him he might fail , an oversight that was criminally negligent. Of course he might fail. There were too
many variables, too many moving parts, and too many eyes on the president to be
certain his plan would work.
    Now all he had were his wits, a gun, two hundred dollars in
cash, and a small electronic device, technically illegal, that some agents
carried like a rabbit’s foot to help them break into cars if this ever proved
necessary. This last would be most helpful of all, but its presence was just
dumb luck rather than foresight, carried from force of habit alone.
    He had also been lucky to have thought of the C4 bluff so
quickly. He refused to hurt innocent parties, and this bluff seemed the best
way to accomplish this end, as well as the best way to ensure he left the
mansion with the same number of holes in his body that he had upon entering.
    Now that he would be hunted and