They were under the barn at his hideaway. At the far end of the underground shelter was a makeshift cell that Robie had constructed. It was easily strong enough to hold someone like Meenan. She was starting to come around after Reel had shot her in the neck with a tranquilizer dart. Robie lay Meenan down on a cot in the cell. Stacked against one wall were enough provisions to last the woman two weeks. Robie assumed that by then he would have worked things out or else died trying. He locked the cell door about the time that Meenan slowly sat up, rubbed her neck, and looked at him. “You didn’t let her kill me?” “We never had any intention of killing you.” “Why not?” “You may be corrupt, but you were defenseless.” ”You’re an assassin, that’s what you do.” “Did you read the apocalypse paper?”
