CHAPTER 19Showdown
THE note of authority in Wiggins’s voice brought Steve to his feet, but he could almost feel the knife in his own back. Why would Wiggins care whether Linda was safe or not? For a moment, however, Steve had a reprieve. In the blackness beyond the stone wall, footsteps were hurrying down the field, and though the man never took his eyes off the two figures in his lantern light, he had stopped to listen. Then he motioned with his head.
“Everything’s under control, I tell you.” The weapon in his hand was steady. “Go get that gun. I’ll be right behind you.”
Steve’s eyes narrowed as he started forward. He would do what he was told. Wiggins had the upper hand. Just the same, that gun might come in handy—if only to use as a club. All he asked was break enough to give Linda a
