Ultimate Sins by Lora Leigh Page B

microphones, journalists, and cameramen to make his way from the caverns that led from beneath the mountain he had always called home to the lake that lapped gently against the sheer cliff rising from the edge of its waters.
    Fury rode Wayne hard as he picked up the unregistered cell phone he’d acquired from the rough table in front of him and punched in the number he knew by heart.
    â€œCallahan,” Crowe answered immediately.
    â€œIt isn’t over,” he snarled, teeth clenched. “It isn’t over, Callahan.”
    Crowe laughed.
    That laughter struck at Wayne, enflamed the fury burning through him.
    â€œThen come get me, Wayne,” he chuckled, pure amusement racing across the line. “Because it’s all mine now. The treasure you could have had if you’d just asked for it, the daughter you tormented, the town you tried to destroy. It’s all mine.”
    Wayne disconnected hurriedly, the faintest hint of a click over the line assuring him the call was being traced. Pulling the device from his ear, he stared at it for a long moment, his chest heaving, fury tearing through him, before he suddenly threw it and watched it hit the wall across from him and shatter.
    â€œIt isn’t over!” he screamed in fury, jerking from his seat and pacing to the window that overlooked Sweetrock.
    The hunting cabin was well hidden; he’d made sure of that. It was the only haven he had left until he could arrange his escape from the States.
    And there would be no escape until Crowe Callahan suffered. Not until Amelia lay dead and bleeding while Wayne watched that bastard take his last breath.
    It wasn’t over.
    They had committed the ultimate sin of stealing the last dream Wayne could cling to. And he had committed the sin of infecting his daughter with his filthy touch.
    It wasn’t over …
    A smile curled at his lips, his gaze narrowing as he considered one last play he could make. It was iffy, he admitted, but workable. It was a last-resort maneuver, but he needed a miracle at the moment. And he’d planned for just that to aid his escape. Instead, he’d use it to aid the Callahans’ destruction. Yes, it just might work.
    Three days later
    It was almost over.
    That mantra had been all that had kept Crowe from going insane over the past ten days.
    It was almost over.
    Now it truly was almost over.
    The discovery of the cache of pirate gold and lost treasures in the Colorado mountains had stunned not just the Callahans, but the country. Televising the moment the cavern was breached and allowing the world, allowing Wayne, to see it first, had accomplished his aim, but in a way that, Crowe admitted, he hadn’t expected.
    He’d expected Wayne to come after him, not the actual treasure as it lay under close guard in a secure safe room at the offices of Brute Force.
    That one, he’d surprised Crowe with.
    Surprise or no surprise, Crowe had been waiting for him. The son of a bitch hadn’t even made it out of town before Crowe was on his ass in the powerful sports car his partner had loaned him. Just in case the need to chase Wayne to ground arrived. Now, maneuvering the powerful little car as it headed into the mountains, Crowe could see the end in sight.
    Sirens blasted from behind as the sheriff followed closely, racing behind Crowe’s and Wayne Sorenson’s vehicles while a news helicopter tracked the chase.
    The car Ivan Resnova had loaned Crowe took each curve beautifully, hugging with expert precision. Crowe couldn’t have asked for a more powerful ultra-performance vehicle to race through Corbin Pass and torment the other man with his inability to lose him.
    The three vehicles were heading up the winding, dangerous pass road that wound its way up Callahan Peak, then continued to Aspen. The former county attorney was taking the sharp bends as though they were child’s play in a tan sedan that had obviously been equipped with a hell of a