Hunter's Way by Gerri Hill Read Free Book Online

action. And she wasn’t sure she was prepared for it.
    “How are we going to get in?”
    “Climb the fence.”
    “There’s barbed wire at the top,” Samantha pointed out.
    “Yes, there is.”
    Samantha kept her mouth shut. It was pointless to ask questions. She followed along silently, stopping when Tori did about twenty yards from the gate. She watched as Tori scanned the area, then followed her across the ditch to the fence.
    “Take your jacket off,” Tori instructed.
    “My jacket?”
    “We need something to wrap around the wire.”
    “My jacket? Do you know how much this jacket cost?”
    Tori stood with her hands on her hips and stared at Samantha. She finally held out her hand.
    Samantha took off the jacket. She watched as Tori climbed the ten-foot fence, dangling from the side with one arm as she wound the jacket around the barbed wire with the other. Then she swung her leg over, sitting across the wire.
    “Damn,” she hissed. Even with jeans, the barbs stuck her. She pulled her leg free, then dropped to the ground on the other side.
    Samantha stared at her. She looked down at her own slacks and loafers, then back at Tori’s jeans and sneakers.
    “Come on, Sam,” Tori said impatiently.
    “You seriously expect me to do that?”
    “Climb up, swing your legs over, jump down. How hard is it?”
    Samantha closed her mouth. She refused to complain. So she ripped her pants? So her jacket was ruined? By God, she was following Tori Hunter over the goddamn fence!
    Easier said than done. She got to the top but didn’t have the strength to pull herself over.
    “Jesus Christ,” Tori mumbled. She climbed back up and reached over, grabbing Samantha by the thigh and pulling one leg over.
    “Ouch… damn, Hunter. You’re ripping my leg off. Will you watch it?” She teetered on the top, her eyes squeezed closed as she felt her flesh ripping from the barbs. Tori moved along the fence, reaching over again to grab her other leg.
    “Will you come on?”
    “I hate you. You know that, don’t you?”
    Tori ignored her, instead pulling her leg free of the barbs and nearly pushing her to the ground. She landed on her ass. Tori dropped down beside her, a grin on her face.
    “That was great.”
    “If you tell anyone what just happened, I’ll shoot you,” Samantha threatened.
    Tori laughed, then reached out a hand and pulled Samantha to her feet. Jogging the rest of the way to the first building, they walked quietly along the side to the door. They paused and listened. Nothing. She tried the handle, but it was locked. They walked down to the windows and peered inside. It was dark, but they saw no movement.
    “Come on. Let’s go around back,” Tori said quietly.
    They rounded the corner, then stopped, both pressing themselves against the side. Three trucks were parked in the back and several men stood around them.
    “Now seems like a good time to call it in,” Samantha whispered.
    “Yeah, you’re right.” Tori grabbed her cell phone, never taking her eyes off the men. She punched out the number without looking. “Fisk? Tell Malone to send the troops. Yes.” She looked behind them. “Oh shit!” She folded her cell phone as two men approached them from behind. She grabbed Samantha’s hand and started running toward the towers. Shouts, then gunfire followed them.
    They slipped behind one tower, pausing to get their bearings. It was at least two hundred yards to the woods and another fence. Between them and that lay ground wells.
    “Come on, Sam. Run!”
    “Don’t call me Sam!”
    Tori passed by two wells before stopping. At the third, she grabbed the metal ladder and lowered herself down.
    “Come on,” she yelled.
    “Oh, shit,” Samantha murmured. But she followed Tori down the hole. “Do I
even
want to know what’s down here?”
    “No.”
    They crawled down the ladder nearly thirty feet before the rungs ran out. Tori felt for a ledge and found one. A tiny one, barely a foot wide. She stepped gingerly