Merciless

He paused. “I want to test your skill as a soldier against mine.”

“And if I refuse?”

“You won’t. After I kill Sophie I’ll move on to your sister. I’d get her worked up by placing my gun against her temple. Maybe I’d put the barrel in her mouth. Or between her legs. I know how she feels about guns. She might be one I try to literally scare to death.”

The blood coursing through my veins like lava instantly turned ice cold. “Fine, I accept your challenge. But I have a condition.”

Sheldon sighed again. “I thought you might say that. What is it?”

“I want to talk to Sophie to make sure you haven’t already tortured and killed her.”

“Are you questioning my honor?”

“Honor, intent-whatever you choose to call it. I need proof.”

“Or what? I’m holding all the cards.”

“Not so. If you don’t prove she’s alive, then I’ve got nothing to fight for. I’ll assume you’re a liar. I’ll assume you killed her. I’ll call the Eagle River Sheriff’s Department, the FBI, and the tribal police right now. I’ll have my sister and our family in protective custody before you can touch them.” I stormed to the kitchen window and looked out.

A laugh burned my ear. “Glaring out the window seems overly dramatic for you.”

And he just gave himself away. He wanted me to know that he was someplace close and I still couldn’t get to him. He had to prove he was aware of my every move.

It took every bit of resolve to turn away and act flustered. “You live on the rez. I’d send the tribal cops to your house first.”

“You really think I’m stupid enough to hold her at my house?” he sneered.

“You really think I’m stupid enough to agree to your game without demanding proof of life? Tactical error on your part, Sheldon. It’s always the first maneuver in a hostage situation. You should know that with all your book learning about military ops.”

Silence.

I held my breath, wondering if I’d gone too far.

“Listen very closely.” A pause. “Sophie? Say something to Mercy.”

An inhuman wail burned my ear as the drawn-out word no echoed back to me. Had he hurt her to get that response? I didn’t feel a sense of triumph. I just felt sick. Wait. Where had I heard that type of wail before? When Theo had Hope? Had she made that agonized sound?

“Satisfied?”

No, you vicious cocksucker. I won’t be satisfied until your blood saturates the ground. “Yes.”

“You agree to my game. My test of skills?”

“Yes.”

“There’s another envelope inside the bag of dog food on your porch. Get it and open it.”

My skin crawled, as I could feel his unseen eyes on me. I snatched the envelope, folded back the metal clasp, and a sheaf of papers spilled out. Papers that looked like a fictional spy’s dossier, something you might see on TV. Maps. Christ. The only thing he hadn’t added was TOP SECRET stamped in red lettering on the front of the envelope.

“Anything look familiar?” he prompted. “Find the map marked A.”

I didn’t want to play his stupid games, but I had no choice. He’d printed out a topographical map and marked off an area with a red square.

“It’s the upper section of the Gunderson Ranch. The area known as the mini-badlands. Bordered by forest on one side and a rocky canyon on the other. That part of your land, about ten square miles, isn’t used for grazing or anything else, so we won’t be interrupted.”

“I don’t understand.”

“That’s because I haven’t explained the rules yet,” he snapped. “Tomorrow morning you can enter that marked-off section on the map from whichever side you choose. You’ll have from sunup to sundown to find the six items at the six locations I’ve marked on your map. You’ll need all six… hints, if you will, to figure out what bunker I’ve hidden Sophie in.”

This guy had a massive chip on his shoulder about not being called to war. An elaborate ruse to prove his prowess? What a psychotic motherfucker. I imagined he probably had a fake uniform decorated with fake medals. “What will you be doing while I’m gathering clues?”

“While you’re completing your assigned mission,” he corrected testily. “I’ll be trying to stop you. By any means necessary. Just like in real war.”

“If you capture me, will you kill me?”

“Not until you’ve exhausted my entertainment options.”

“So if you win”-I hated saying that-“and you have me to keep you entertained, then you won’t need Sophie. You’ll let her go?”

“I’m a man of my word. If I say I’ll let her go, then I’ll let her go.”

“If I win, in addition to your telling me exactly where you stashed Sophie, I’ll expect to haul you in so you can stand trial for your crimes.”

He laughed. “You’re such a little do-gooder patriot. That’s why I picked you for this challenge. You understand fair play. You’ll follow the rules. Rest up tonight, Sergeant Major. You’ll need it. This will be a physically demanding op.”

Op. Fuck him.

“Last two items of business: Don’t leave the house. Period. For any reason. And as soon as we’re finished talking, destroy both cell phones.”