Free Chills & Thrills: Three Novel Box Set by A. K. Alexander

hands. It’s not as easy as it sounds shooting behind a fast-moving vehicle, especially when there could be innocent bystanders nearby.
    I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Noah doing the same thing, lining up his target carefully through the shattered window. The target being a black Mustang that looked pretty damn fast itself. Still, it wasn’t gaining. If anything, we were holding even. The second vehicle was a quarter mile back, unable to keep up.
    Now on a straightaway with no other cars around, and no homes, either, my two boys let loose with an ear-shattering volley of their own. In my rearview mirror, the speeding Mustang swerved first left, then right, and then the vehicle began a slow-motion tumble. I watched with stunned satisfaction as the slow-motion turned very fast indeed, and vehicle flipped head over ass, or bumper to bumper. The vehicle tumbled once more, then must have hit a high part of the road, for it next spun gloriously in the air, once, twice, and then landed upside down.
    “Got ‘em,” said Noah.
    “How do you know it wasn’t me who got them?” asked Ayden sitting back in his seat.
    “Because I just know,” said Noah, and sat forward, too.
    “Give it a rest, you guys,” I said, and for the first time in ten minutes my hammering heart seemed to return to normal. Do we go back? Question them?”
    “No way they survived that,” said Ayden. “Besides, the RV just pulled up behind them. We go back and we’re in for a firefight, along with dealing with the local police. I say we stick to the plan. Head to the airport, where our plane is waiting.”
    I looked again in the rearview mirror as I approached a curve in the road. Smoke poured up from the exposed, darkened underbelly. Its roof was completely crumpled. Anyone inside would have lost their head.
    I took in a lot of air, unbunched my shoulders, and aimed the truck for LAX.
     
     
     
    Chapter Sixteen
     
     
    Once again in a plane on our way to, well, I didn’t really know, which was not making our pilot happy at this point.
    The last known contact I had been able to make concerning Orlenda was in Paris six months ago. Orlenda was not a gifted psychic, but she surrounded herself with the gifted, and they protected her. Like Simms, the woman was a master manipulator and very focused. She also had an endless supply of cash flow, which I knew came from various sources around the globe. It seemed there were many who supported her cause of world domination and agreed she would be the best person in control. It confused the hell out of me. However, there was no sense in trying to make crazy seem sane, and God knew there was plenty of crazy in the world. Our team had been able to put a stop to a lot of it, but not all of it. There was simply too much of it. And, Orlenda was behind a lot of it. If we could ever reach her, we could get rid of a lot of crazy and evil in the world. We knew she funded terrorist attacks, drug lords like my good friend Domingo Rodriguez, and was in the business of anything illegal from slave trade to money laundering. She was the queen pen so to speak. She made the rest of the guys in the game look like chumps.
    I hated her.
    “We have to give the pilot a plan,” Noah said.
    “Any ideas?” Ayden asked.
    I thought about it. “Tell him to head for Paris. That’s the last hit I had on her and I will start working on it. Since I always seem to be six months behind, I may have more luck trying to go through the kid. If I can get in touch with her as an audial. I mean, if what you are saying is true—that she has been schooled, then she will have guides and sources that she pulls from. If I can connect with one of her sources, then maybe...”
    “Good thinking.” Noah winked at me.
    My stomach dropped. God! Why was it that I had the tough thing going for me and all this guy had to do was wink at me and I went all jelly fish? Maybe I wasn’t as tough as I thought. That was a stupid thought! I had to be this