Snapped (3 page)

Sirens grew louder as Sophie scoured the rooflines for any sort of movement or muzzle flash. She went from building to building all around the quadrangle, searching the red tile roofs and the highest row of windows.

Her gaze came to rest on the white limestone monolith that sat atop the hill, overlooking the entire campus like a giant Sphinx. And suddenly she knew. The gunman was on top of the library.

And from there he could see everything.

Bo McCoy sprinted up the steps to his fraternity house and shoved through the front door. A couple of guys playing Ping-Pong shouted at him, but he couldn’t hear them over the music blaring from someone’s stereo. He took the stairs two at a time, then tore down the hallway. He slipped on a puddle outside the bathroom, but scrambled to his feet and kept going, not stopping until he was standing in front of his closet and staring up at the long plastic case. He yanked it down, then grabbed a box of bullets from the top shelf and shoved it in the back pocket of his jeans. The fluorescent orange hunting cap on the shelf caught his eye. It was a hundred degrees out, but he grabbed it anyway just for luck and stuffed it down the front of his pants. He raced out of his room and down the stairs.

“Hey, McCoy, where’s the fire?” one his brothers called from the doorway as Bo leaped down the porch steps and sprinted across the lawn.

Bo ignored him and raced toward the quad.

The hastily designated command post was the lobby of the psychology building on the south side of the quadrangle.
The east facade was made of glass, unfortunately. But as an advantage, it had a clear view of the entire quad, plus protected accessibility through an underground maintenance tunnel that connected it to several other buildings. Jonah stood in the lobby now, juggling calls from two different bosses—Reynolds, his police lieutenant, and Cosgrove, his SWAT commander. Cosgrove and most of Jonah’s SWAT teammates were at this very moment hauling ass down here from Austin.

“We’ve got officers setting up barricades at all entrances to campus,” Reynolds was telling him over his cell phone. “Campus security evacuated the buildings facing the quad and the rest are in lockdown. Still no confirmation on our guy’s location.”

“We got a location on the shooter?” Jonah yelled across the room at Ric, who was on his radio.

“Dispatch just took a 911 call,” Ric shouted back. “From a woman pinned down at the base of a statue. She says the shooter’s on top of the library.”

Jonah rushed to the window and looked out. “Shit! He’s got the high ground.”

Jonah hoped to hell the caller was mistaken, but he doubted it. The library was the highest point for miles. If Jonah had wanted to set up a position, he’d have picked the exact same spot.

A cold ball formed in the pit of his stomach. Who were they dealing with here?

Jonah got back on with his SWAT chief. “An eyewitness says he’s shooting from the library roof. That’s six stories high.”

“Set up an inner perimeter. How many men you got?”

Jonah glanced around the lobby. He had one SWAT
guy from the sheriff’s department who’d just happened to be at the campus health center when the all-call came through. Brian was in plainclothes and armed only with a Sig. His wife—a nurse—was busy treating a student who’d hobbled into the lobby with a bloody foot.

“We got two SWAT including me,” Jonah said. “Plus I’ve got two SMPD detectives—”

“Make that three.”

Jonah turned to see Allison Doyle coming out of a stairwell. Her cheeks were flushed as though she’d run all the way here.

“When was the last shot?” Cosgrove asked.

“Eight minutes ago,” Jonah said. Was he finished? Had he offed himself?

“I’m twenty minutes away,” Cosgrove said. “We got a police chopper coming down from Austin, but they’re not off the ground yet.”

Jonah stepped closer to the window and surveyed the situation. On the other side of the quad, a line of students crouched behind a concrete planter. An injured girl was slumped against a brick water fountain, hidden from view of the library and holding a bleeding arm. Farther south, a pair of legs poked out from behind a bike rack. Jonah couldn’t tell whether the person was alive or dead.

“Macon? What’s the status?”

Crack
.

Everyone turned at once to look out the window.

“We can’t wait,” Jonah said. “We need to take him down now.”

His commander hesitated. It would be less risky to hold off until they had everyone assembled and could do
this by the book. But by then how many more kids might die?

“I’d rather have this guy shooting at us than picking off innocent people,” Jonah said.

“Okay, do it.”

Jonah got off the phone, took a deep breath, and turned to face the four cops awaiting his orders.

“Ric and Brian, you’re on entry with me.” He nodded at Sean, who was the best marksman of the bunch, besides himself. “Sean, give Brian your vest. I need you at the top of that building with the rifle.” He pointed at the highest building besides the library, which was just across the quad. “Use the underground tunnel to get there.”

Allison stepped forward. She swiped a lock of dark hair from her face and gave him a look that dared him to blow her off. Allison worked property crimes. She was green as grass, but she had a badge.

He handed her some binoculars. “See the big ugly building just north of here?”

“The architecture building.”

“Whatever. Get to the top of it and get on your radio,” he said. “We’re going to need some eyes.”

The elevator doors parted and Allison rushed out, nearly crashing into a kid in an orange hunting cap.

“Hey!” She grabbed him by the shirt when she spotted the gun case. “Where you going with that?”

“The balcony,” he squeaked. “On the corner of the building.”

Allison took a moment to decide. This could be their
shooter, for all she knew. But her gut told her it was just some kid looking to be a hero. She jerked the gun case away from him and released his arm. “Show me.”

He led her briskly down a corridor to a large conference room with a balcony facing north. Prime view of the library.

They weren’t the first to notice it, either. A man was set up there already, peering through a rifle scope. He was seated in a plastic office chair with the barrel of his gun resting atop a beanbag on the balcony wall.

Allison rushed outside.

“SMPD. I’m going to have to confiscate your weapon.”

He turned and squinted at her from beneath the brim of his camo cap. He wore jeans, a faded T-shirt, and worn shit-kickers. He turned and spat tobacco juice on the concrete.

“Reckon you’re gonna have to shoot me first.” He turned and leaned back over his gun.

Shit
. She hadn’t counted on the vigilante element. This town was full of gun owners.

Allison’s heart thudded as she wrestled with what to do. She’d spent most of her career busting petty thieves and drug addicts. But what she did today mattered. A lot. And she didn’t know if she was ready for it.

She made a snap decision. If they couldn’t take out the shooter, maybe they could at least distract him and buy everyone some time.

Her gaze moved to the library. “You got a good look?”

“Just waiting for my shot.”

Allison set the gun case on the ground and popped the latches. Inside was a Remington 700, like the one she’d been trained on, only newer.

She glanced over her shoulder at the boy. “What’s your name?”

“Bo McCoy.”

“I take it you’ve been hunting, Bo?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s good.” She unhooked the binoculars from around her neck and shoved them at him. “I need you to be my spotter.”

Their footsteps sounded like rolling thunder as they pounded through the tunnel. In contrast to the fierce heat outside, the air beneath the campus was cool and damp. Fluorescent light fixtures dotted the walls, but visibility was poor and Jonah had to pay attention to keep from bumping his head on the low-hanging pipes.

A campus security guard led the way through the maze. As Jonah jogged through the bowels of the university, he sorted through what little information he had and tried to come up with a plan. First and foremost, he needed intel. He desperately hoped his team’s eyes were in place by the time the entry group reached the library.

They rounded a corner and the guard trotted over to an elevator bank.

“Hold up. We need info.” Jonah glanced around and knew he’d never get a good signal down here.

“Up,” Ric said, and headed for the door to a stairwell. They took the steps two at a time. At the top, a sign on the closed door said
MAIN LEVEL
, and Ric and Jonah exchanged looks.

“Cover me,” Jonah said, then took the lead as they went in low, guns drawn, using the rhythm they’d developed
through years of working together. He swept his gaze left, right, front, back. Jonah had braced himself for blood and carnage, but all he saw was a vacated library.

The place was eerily silent—no hushed voices, no clacking keyboards, no scrape of chairs on the white marble floor. Books lay open. Laptops and backpacks sat abandoned. Jonah stood still for a moment, trying to think over the ringing in his ears—the faint buzzing noise that had started during that very first phone call.

You’re it, Macon
.

He hustled to the window and did some quick recon. The library sat on high ground. Even from this first-floor vantage point, the campus was spread out before him like a picnic. The surreal part was the stillness. Not a flutter of movement as everyone remained hidden behind whatever cover they’d managed to find. The six people sprawled across the lawn were either dead or pretending to be, and Jonah’s gut tightened with fury at the sight.

He radioed his lieutenant on the secure frequency they’d established.

“Macon here. We’re in the library, ground level. What you got?”

“He’s still on the roof. Sean spotted him.”

“He get a shot off?”

“Missed. Doyle got hold of a rifle. She’s trying to get a bead on him, too, but he’s keeping out of sight.”

“How many gunmen?”

“By all accounts, one, but that’s unconfirmed.”

Jonah ran his hand over his face and it came away wet. Jesus, he was soaked.

Ric nudged him and handed over some binoculars.
“Bronze statue,” he whispered, nodding his head toward the window.

Jonah jerked the binoculars to his face and scoured the scene. One of the bodies on the quad shifted, and Jonah’s pulse jumped. Kid was alive, though how much longer he could stay that way was anybody’s guess. He swept his gaze south down the grass until he spied the bronze statue where the 911 caller had been. She was still there. Heeled sandals, bare legs, skirt. Jonah saw a flash of blond hair as she peeked around the concrete base and lifted her gaze upward.

Sophie Barrett
.

“Holy God,” Jonah muttered.

Crack
.

Everyone looked up at the ceiling.

“He’s starting up again, Macon. I’m going to call off our sniper fire. Your team’s clear to move.”

Sophie pressed her forehead against the searing-hot concrete and tucked her knees in tighter. She turned her head and cast another worried look at the woman behind the tree. She was dead now—Sophie was almost sure of it. Her fingertips were tinged blue, and she hadn’t moved in the past fifteen minutes. The little girl was tucked beside her in the fetal position, sucking her thumb and staring blankly across the grass.

Where was the ambulance? Even the sirens had stopped. All she heard now were fire alarms from the direction of the dorms and the distant sound of bullhorns shouting commands. Sweat trickled down Sophie’s neck and arms. She licked her chapped lips and tried not to think about her parched throat.

Or the flies hovering over the bodies behind her.

The little girl sat up and started glancing around.
Don’t look
, Sophie wanted to say, but the girl kept looking. Her gaze came to rest on her mother. Sophie heard a hiccup.

“Sweetie, lay down.” Sophie motioned for her to put her head down. “Lie still next to Mommy.”

The girl turned and stared at her. Her pigtails were askew and her eyes looked glassy.

A snippet of music rang out. Sophie grabbed her phone off the ground and checked the screen.

Jonah Macon
.

“Oh my God, where are you?”

“Help’s coming,” he said. “I need you to stay put.”

“We need a paramedic here! I’m on the south quadrangle. There’s a woman—” Sophie glanced at the girl and lowered her voice. “Jonah, she’s not moving anymore. We need an ambulance!”

“They’re coming. Just don’t move, whatever you do.”

“Can’t someone do something? He’s on top of the library!” Sophie sucked in a breath as the little girl clambered to her feet. She was still behind the tree, but one step in either direction, and she’d be a target. “Get
down
!” Sophie motioned frantically, but the girl wasn’t looking.

“Sophie, are you listening? Stay behind that statue. Do
not
move, do you hear me?”