Questions, questions.....
Answers? Maybe.....
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Lucy
Chapter 62
Calleigh’s eyes narrowed, for the life of her she couldn’t think why Mich would take so long over scrutinising a metal box. As a CSI, she would certainly be careful, methodical and attentive, but… She also couldn’t understand why Mich had locked them all out of the ballistics lab.
At that moment Mich stood up and gave a big sigh and walked over to the door. Unlocking it, she found the petite blonde giving her a curious look and chuckled. “Still can’t work it out?”
Calleigh had to shake her head. This was one situation that she didn’t understand. Mich smiled, “Ok, come over here – but stand behind me – and whatever you do, don’t touch the box…”
Calleigh did what she was told, peeking around the older woman, “Why?”
Her eyes grew wide as Mich depressed the catch carefully with the end of a long ruler, stunned to see a blade flick out of the lid. It was moving so fast it sliced the ruler neatly in half. “Booby trap?”
“And it’s not the only one. Fortunately, the Lynx didn’t put any kid of explosive traps in here.” Slowly, Mich worked around the case setting off the other traps – all of which consisted of blades moving at speed at different angles.
“So how the hell do you open it?” Calleigh’s face was confused, though now she understood why Mich hadn’t wanted anyone else working with her.
Mich chuckled, “Carefully… Anyone from the bomb squad would have gone looking for wires like this one – and had their hand sliced off.”
Calleigh nodded, “so first you have to trigger all the blades, then check for any explosive devices.”
“Exactly – and the last thing I needed was any of you lot breathing down my neck – especially Horatio.”
The blonde Southerner smiled, “This is really rough on him. Being the protectee and not the protector is not what he does.”
Mich nodded, “Either way, it will be over soon. Watch your eyes…” The next moment, a bright light filled the small lab.
“Magnesium flare?”
The former MI5 agent nodded, “One thing about the Lynx is her methodology. She doesn’t change. Which is what is going to help me.”
“How?”
Mich grimaced, “From what is inside this box, I can work out how she’s going to try and kill Horatio.”
Completely removing the lid she slowly began removing what was inside. She counted the poisoned darts carefully and realised that the crossbow was out. Only one dagger blade was missing, but that was a close quarter weapon and Mich didn’t think that her adversary would go quite that far.
She handed the Sig to Calleigh with a box of ammunition, “I’ think you’ll find that you’ll get a match with those from the earlier murders. The ballistics expert nodded, but didn’t move just yet. “Well?”
Mich swore, from her knowledge of the Lynx, there were two weapons missing. One close quarter, the other long distance. She suspected that the Lynx would use the latter for Horatio, but the former would prevent her from being captured easily.
“Cal, can you get me round the clock video surveillance from all the buildings taller than the PD. Lets say a range up to 1000 metres?”
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The Lynx moved carefully around her chosen location. At the time she had planned to make the hit, the sun would be behind her, obscuring anyone’s field of vision, but give her a highlighted target. Lying down on the roof, she looked carefully through her glasses, watching the people moving to and fro.
She could see the Lieutenant’s office, but for the last couple of weeks the blinds had been permanently lowered – the first hint that maybe the PD had realised who her target was. With the blinds down, she could not tell if he was in his office or not.
Occasionally she had seen a faint shadow, but had been unable to work out who it was. In her pride she had turned away from the shot – though it would have sent a spectacular message if she had managed to do it – as the Noche had requested.
She would go for the easier, and much more public, outdoor shot. Waiting for the Lieutenant to arrive or depart at the appropriate time, and take him down in full view of everyone. She smiled as she mentally went through her movement, then frowned. With her shoulder strapped up and still in pain, she would have less flexibility, but would be ok.
Her frown became more pronounced as she continued thinking. What the hell was the Wolf doing here? She had heard that the MI5 agent had dropped of the map – retired. Had the CIA requested her help? Mich was the only agent that had ever got close to her in the past, but she had always managed to get away.
She gritted her teeth, determined that she would do so again.