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Theo kept running toward the barn. Darkness was his friend, but for maximum cover he moved from tree to tree across the pasture. Much of the forest had been cleared with the development of the farm, but the biggest oaks remained. Theo stopped about fifty yards from the stable entrance, crouched beneath century-old limbs.

Theo didn’t know much about Redden, other than that he’d raped his mother. Studying the enemy before the attack was always a good idea, but somehow a fifty-something frat boy didn’t seem that scary.

Moses was another story.

The fit between Redden and Moses didn’t strike Theo as natural.Throw Isaac Reems into the mix, and that was one odd-shaped triangle. Crime, as the saying goes, makes for strange bedfellows.

Theo supposed that was especially true when the rape of a black teenager in an all-white fraternity was caught on film.

Theo peered out from around the tree trunk and looked toward the barn. He couldn’t be certain that Redden and Moses were still there, but two cars had been parked outside the stable earlier. Both were still there. Gilford’s body was still lying in the driveway, too.Theo took those as good signs.

He plotted out his next several moves—tree to fence to stable—and began his final approach.

He was halfway to the fence when a gunshot pierced the silence.A tiny volcano of dirt exploded at his feet, and then another.

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to make sure he hadn’t been hit. He hadn’t. But one thing was certain.

Someone was still in that barn.

“Idiot!” said Moses.

Redden was standing at the dutch door in the empty stall, his gun shaking in his hand.“I thought I could hit him.”

“You panicked, moron. Another two minutes and I’d have had a shot I couldn’t miss. Now he knows we’re waiting for him.”

“Then let’s get out of here.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” said Moses.

“You were supposed to take care of Knight, not me. I want out of here.”

“It’s too late,” said Moses. “So here’s the deal. Find yourself a stall and stay put. Do not move. If Knight sticks his nose inside, you blow his head off.”

Redden started that nervous, frenetic pacing again. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Who you tellin’‘no’?”

“I need to get out of here.”

Moses considered it, then said,“All right. Go.”

Redden stopped cold, his face alight.“You mean it?”

“Yeah.You can go.Take the car. I’ll cover for you.”

He breathed out something between a sigh of relief and gid-dy laughter. “Okay,” he said, giving Moses what most white men thought was the black man’s handshake.“You’re cool, dude.”

“I know. Now get outta here.”

Redden opened the interior gate, turned to give Moses a mock salute, and then started running up the stable’s center aisle.

He was fifteen feet away when Moses shot him in the back of the head.

Redden fell facedown to the concrete.

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Some people would call it cowardice to shoot a man from behind. Others might regard it as cruel. But Redden had disinte-grated into a liability that was bound to get them both killed. So Moses saw it not only as a smart move, but as an act of kindness.

Fernando Redden died a happy man. In the HAPP-Y Stable.

One down
, Moses told himself,
one to go
.

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Theo heard the gunshot and flattened himself to the ground.

This time there was no explosion of dirt around him, and it sounded as if the round had been fired deep within the stable, not out toward the pasture.

Theo took that as yet another good sign—possible dissension, or at least confusion.

He waited a full minute before making another move. Utter silence from the stable made for an eerie darkness, but the cover of night was perhaps his sole advantage. He couldn’t count on the element of surprise.The only safe approach was to assume that his enemy knew he was coming back for them.Why else would they have stayed put? They wanted the showdown as much as he did.

The thought made his heart pound.

Left or right? Theo had to choose a path to the stable. There were more trees and cover to the right. He rose up on one knee and took off like a sprinter exploding from the blocks. He made it to the corner of the barn and stopped.

Side or main entrance? Gilford had emerged through the large sliding door just before getting shot, and it was still open.

But that seemed like a risky point of entry. If this barn was like others that Theo had seen, the main entrance would lead to a wide center aisle that offered little cover. Much better to try one of the smaller side entrances—the dutch doors that allowed riders to take a horse directly from the stall to the outdoors.

Theo counted twelve such access doors on this side of the barn.

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door. Slowly, as quietly as he could move, he tried the handle.

It turned.

For a moment he didn’t so much as breathe, expecting even this slight disturbance to draw gunfire. There was none. He turned the handle all the way, and again he waited. Then he pulled the door open about six inches. He stopped and looked inside.

It was a typical square stall with a straw-covered floor.The horse, a beautiful bay-colored thoroughbred, was standing to the side on three legs, the right hind hoof relaxing. The animal appeared to be asleep.

Theo was no horse expert, but he knew better than to sneak up behind a sleeping thoroughbred. He pushed the door another six inches, trying to give himself a large enough opening to see if the next stall was empty. It was hard to tell in the darkness. A few more inches of open doorway might have afforded a better view, but this last nudge made the rusty hinges creak like nails on a chalkboard.A shot rang out, the door panel splintered just inches above his head, and the sleeping thoroughbred was suddenly wide awake and kicking.

Theo slammed the door shut and rolled to his left.Another shot rang out from somewhere inside the barn, and the bullet popped through the door behind him.Theo kept rolling, working his way along the side of the barn, but it was as if the shooter knew where he was headed. Rapid gunfire—at least a dozen quick shots—sent shattered pieces of the barn flying at his heels, and he had to roll as fast as he could to stay ahead of the trail of bullets. The shooting suddenly stopped, but Theo wasn’t about to wait for it to start again. He opened a door at the barn’s midpoint and ducked into a stall.This one was empty, but Theo could hear the neighing and clamor of startled horses all over the barn. He immediately drew his weapon, ready to return fire, but the shooter’s gun had gone silent, which was even more confusing. He dove through the gap in fencing between stalls and kept crawling in the darkness, past horses, through piles of straw and horse droppings, until he was four stalls away from where he’d entered.

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Theo stopped and listened. Excited horses in neighboring stalls were settling down, and he became aware of the sound of his own breathing.Then, peering out between the wood struts of the stall, he noticed something just beyond the gate. On the concrete floor of the stable’s center aisle, a man lay twisted, a pool of blood surrounding his head.Theo started, but the body was utterly motionless, the eyes fixed open. Dead. He went to the gate for a closer look and saw that the corpse was Hispanic. Wearing Ferragamo shoes, an Armani jacket, and a Rolex wristwatch. A Hispanic with serious money. Theo couldn’t be totally certain, but somehow he understood, for the very first time, that he was laying eyes upon the man who had nearly gotten away with the rape of Portia Knight.

And Theo felt only one thing: the deep desire to get the man who’d killed her.

“Just you and me, Knight.”

The voice was booming, and Theo recognized it as Moses.

Theo was tempted to say something back—to ask if the dead man was indeed Fernando Redden—but it was to no advantage. He kept silent.

Stay or move? It was time for another decision, perhaps Theo’s last. He listened. A horse exhaled and fluttered its lips. Another thumped a hoof. The tin roof rattled lightly in the breeze. Every stable had a chorus of normal sounds. Theo drew on his every power of concentration, and he detected the slow and steady click of leather heels on concrete.

It had to be Moses coming up the center aisle.

Then the clicking ceased. Theo strained to pick up the noise again but couldn’t. Either Moses had stopped in his tracks, or he had managed to silence his step and was still advancing. Theo couldn’t risk the latter.

He had to move.

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calculated as Moses’ present position. Moses had seen the stable in the light of day and was more familiar with the layout than Theo was. One more disadvantage.

Moses said, “Just throw your gun out into the aisle. I let your uncle go. I’ll let you go, too.”

Theo didn’t believe him for a second. He dug beneath the bed of straw, pulled up a nice-sized rock, and tossed it across the center aisle.The instant it hit the other stall, a shot rang out and shattered the same piece of wood fencing that Theo’s rock had struck.

The horses stirred again, and Theo took advantage of the burst of commotion. He crawled through the fence to the adjacent stall, opened the gate, and sent a startled thoroughbred charging into the dark center aisle. He crawled to the next stall and turned another skittish horse loose, and then another. He continued at breakneck speed until ten powerful and magnificent animals were running scared in every direction. Some of them trounced Redden’s body—their dead owner—which didn’t upset Theo in the least. Moses fired another shot that missed its mark by a good five feet, but the crack of the pistol raised the horses’ hysteria to a fever pitch.

Theo began working his way back to the original stall, in the direction of what had sounded like the point of discharge of Moses’

last shot. He stayed clear of the center aisle and the horses gone wild, instead climbing through the fencing that separated one stall from the next.

Another shot sent Theo diving for cover. He buried himself in a blanket of dirty straw as he returned fire across the center aisle.

Moses was in the stall directly opposite him. Confused horses ran to and fro between the gunfighters, screeching and whinnying as bullets whistled past their delicate legs.

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assumed that Moses was reloading, which was perhaps Theo’s last chance to make a move.As one of the startled thoroughbreds passed outside the stall,Theo pushed open the gate, grabbed the horse by the mane, and ran alongside it, keeping the animal between himself and Moses.

Moses fired two shots.Theo’s horse stumbled to its knees and fell onto its side. Theo fell with the animal and slammed hard against a post. His gun flew from his hand and skidded across the concrete floor, coming to rest somewhere beneath the erratic stampede of the other horses.

Theo thought his horse had been hit by gunfire, but it rose up on its legs and trotted away. Instinct told Theo to seek cover, but he was stunned from the hard fall, and his body didn’t respond to his own commands. A rumbling sound echoed above the raucous horses, and Theo saw the main entrance door slide open.The horses ran out through the opening like water through a broken dam.The barn went perfectly still. Theo lay alone in the center aisle, an easy target. His senses were coming back to him, and he rolled for cover.

But he quickly realized that he should have been dead, if Moses was still inside the barn—and alive.

He fired a shot at Moses’ stall.

All was quiet.

Slowly, and with extreme caution,Theo rose up on one knee.

He found a rock and threw it in Moses’ direction.

Still no response.

Theo sprinted across the aisle and hid behind a post. From there, he could see inside the stall. Moses lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling, his gun at his side.Theo went quickly through the gate and aimed his gun at Moses’ chest.

“Don’t move,” he said.

Moses merely turned his head, apparently lacking the strength to do much more than that. His shirt was pasted to his chest with blood. One of Theo’s shots had obviously found its mark.

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“Go ahead,” said Moses.“Pull the trigger.”

Theo stepped closer, kicked Moses’ gun aside, and pointed his gun at Moses’ head. It would have been so easy to finish him off, and so deserved. Then a footstep in the aisle gave him a start. He turned and saw Andie Henning.

“Drop the gun,Theo,” she said.

He kept the gun aimed at Moses. “Where’s my uncle?” he asked Andie.

“Right here,” said Cy. He was standing about ten feet behind Andie. “Jack’s here, too. Those were Andie’s headlights we saw coming toward us before you turned off the road.”

Theo said, “Y’all can leave now.This is between me and Moses.”

Andie raised her weapon.“I said, Drop the gun.”

Theo heard her, but he ignored the command.

Jack said,“Listen to her, buddy.”

Theo’s attention was solely on Moses. “You and Fernando go way back, don’t you? Back to his frat-boy days?”

Moses groaned with pain. “Didn’t you hear what the woman said?”

“I don’t care what she said,” said Theo.“Fernando hired you to slit my momma’s throat, didn’t he?”

“Theo,” said Andie, “this isn’t the kind of confession that’s going to hold up in any court of law.”

“She’s right,” said Jack.

Theo’s focus remained on Moses. “You killed her, and you bragged about it to the wrong guy in prison.To Isaac Reems.”

“No way, dude,” said Moses.

“Don’t lie to me!” said Theo, as he stepped on the wound.