Jonas knew he couldn’t afford to wait. It would be time to leave soon. Beyond Black Jack, who was snorting and grazing patiently, there was a treasure trove of vehicles. Jonas hoped that Bishop had collected them for a reason. Some of them had to work, surely, and he could part with one couldn’t he? Bishop had been good to them, good for Jonas, enabling him to rest, to regroup, to gather his thoughts; to let his wounds heal. Yet it wasn’t enough, he could sense that. Janey was out there waiting for him. He had even more reason to hurry to her now: Javier.
“He said he was going to find Janey. He knows where she lives, Dakota. He knows how to find her. If she is still alive, then…”
“Jonas, he wouldn’t waste his time on her. He’s looking for his brother.”
“Can you be sure about that? You know as well as I do, that he’s a vindictive son of a bitch. I think he would go out of his way just to make a point. Given half a chance, he’ll go looking for her, and then…well we know exactly what will happen. I can’t risk it, Dakota. I have to go. For Erik, Quinn, Freya, for Janey; for me. If anything happens to them…”
Dakota kissed Jonas lightly, and forced his face back to hers. She stared into his eyes. “I’m with you, okay? Through all of what’s happened, whatever will happen, I’m with you, forever. I swear I must be crazy to love you, Jonas Hamsikker, but I do. So let’s eat, thank Bishop for his hospitality, and get going. He says he likes to help people on their way, right? Well he’s helped us already. It’s time we helped Javier get to where he belongs - in Hell.”
Jonas kissed his wife back, and she hopped up into the cabin. “Coming?” she asked, holding out her hand for him.
“Yeah, just give me a minute. I need the fresh air in my lungs.”
“Okay, well don’t be long.” Dakota went deeper into the grounded airplane, looking for Bishop and Lukas.
Jonas didn’t know if Javier would truly waste his time looking for Janey, but it seemed like just the sort of sadistic thing he would do. What had become of Erik, Quinn and Freya? Were they still alive? Jonas couldn’t just forget about them. He and Dakota would make their way to Janey’s house, and hope to find the others on the way. Perhaps he would find them all there. With any luck, Javier would come to his senses, forget all about Janey, and go and look for his brother on his own.
Jonas twisted his feet and hopped up and down, alternating from foot to foot, putting all his body weight on either leg. He wanted to check he wasn’t about to crumble. Going back out there meant he was going to have to be able to protect Dakota. If he couldn’t even walk, how was he going to do that? Despite the pain reverberating around his body, he felt like he was strong enough. He only had one working arm, but that was all he needed. Dakota could drive, and Jonas suspected that Bishop might have a stash of weapons hidden around the place. Some of the vehicles out there in the compound were military, and he hoped that Bishop might be able to spare something to help them. They were going to need more than luck and faith to catch up with Javier.
There was a mean streak running through Javier’s soul, an evil that couldn’t see reason, wouldn’t let him understand empathy, love, or sacrifice. Jonas knew what he was going to have to do when he caught up with him. Dakota was right. Javier was going to Hell.
CHAPTER FOUR
“I understand,” said Bishop, after listening to Jonas and Dakota explain their plan. “I think you need more time to recover, but I can also see why you want to get going so quickly. If that’s what you want, then I’m not going to stop you. Lukas and I will join you for the first part of your journey, but I have responsibilities here that I’m not prepared to abandon just yet.”
Jonas remembered the garage in Westport and wondered what would have happened if they had arrived there
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