Edge of Apocalypse (40 page)

"You start giving up everything by email," Rocky said, "and Cal doesn't have a chance. The only hope is keeping this creep cornered. Keep him in close quarters. Within eyesight. Force him to make an exchange. The closer we stay to this guy the closer we are to Cal."

Joshua dialed Agent Gallagher again on Rocky's cell, and when he picked up he bulleted out, "The kidnapper just called. He wanted everything by email. I said no...demanded a face-to-face exchange. The RTS stuff for my son."

"Good move on your part. Smart..."

"So he said that the drop-off is to happen at Grand Central Station. I'm supposed to be there in two-and-a-half hours with the RTS documents. Then I get further instructions. But it seemed like he already had that drop-off idea in his head..."

"Two steps ahead. That's exactly the way this guy works..."

"You know him?"

Gallagher didn't bite at that, but asked, "Anything else?"

"Yeah. He wants me to email a couple of RTS documents just to prove I can deliver what he wants."

Joshua gave him the encrypted email address, and Gallagher wrote it down.

"So are you going to send the email?" the agent asked.

"Do I have a choice?"

Gallagher didn't bother to say the obvious. That any RTS documents that Joshua might send would probably be classified.

"Okay. I'm going to do what I can," Gallagher said.

"I need to hear more than that," Joshua snapped back.

"I would too if I were in your shoes," he replied. "You're going to have to trust me. Just know that I'll be looking over your shoulder. Don't ask me to explain."

After hanging up, Joshua had the sinking feeling that maybe Cal was just beyond his reach, outside his ability to rescue. But he had one more call to make, and he didn't hesitate for a second.

When he dialed the number, the man on the other end simply answered, "Patriot."

"Pack McHenry?"

"Who's calling?"

"Joshua Jordan."

"Sounded like you."

"I need help. We've got an emergency..."

"Interesting. Because we were just going to call you," McHenry said.

"Why?"

"We've just received some solid intel that federal marshals are on their way over to your hotel. They're probably already there in fact."

"Marshals?"

"Yeah, to take you into custody. They've got an arrest warrant from a federal judge."

"This can't be happening."

"Yes, it is. Count on it."

Joshua said. "I've got a situation with my son. Life and death. He's been taken hostage...I've got to get out of this hotel..."

"No way. You'll run right into them. I'm sure they're crawling all over the grounds of the hotel."

"I can't afford to get arrested. My son needs me--"

"You said...
taken hostage?"

"I'll explain everything."

"First give me your room number at the hotel."

Joshua gave it to him and McHenry told him to call him back in exactly two minutes.

Then he asked, "By the way, what floor are you on?"

"We're on the twenty-fifth floor..."

"I think that'll work..."

"What?"

"Just stay in your room. Don't answer the door for anyone...unless it's a delivery guy with a box who says the words, 'Airmail delivery for Mr. Jordan.' If it is, answer it, take the box, and open it. And about your son..."

"Yes, what?"

"We'll see what we can do to help."

While Joshua was finishing up his conversation with McHenry, downstairs in the lavish lobby of the Palace, two armed federal marshals, wearing conspicuous blue jackets with the words
U.S. Marshal
printed on the back, were at the front desk. Three other marshals were spreading out around the premises.

"I'm sorry," the man at the front desk said. "No one has checked in under the name of Joshua Jordan."

"I'm sure the room is under a different name," the marshal said. "I want to see all of the recent check-ins."

Then he spotted the head bellman. The marshal called him over and pulled out a photograph of Joshua.

"Have you seen this man here at the hotel in the last few days?"

The bellman studied the picture for a moment; then he nodded his head and said, "Saw him when he came in. Maybe up on one of the floors..."

"Can you tell me on what floor of the hotel you may have seen him?"

"I think so..."

Just then a man in a brown delivery uniform, carrying a box, entered the hotel lobby and strode up to the elevators.

Then he waited for the doors to open. When they did, the delivery man walked into the elevator and punched the button for Joshua's floor. The marshal who was still with the bellman glanced over just in time to see the elevator doors close.

SIXTY-ONE

Abigail kept looking at her watch, wondering when Pastor Campbell would show up. Rocky Bridger grabbed the tourist book off a coffee table and flipped to the page that had some pictures of Grand Central Station. He was already trying to figure out why the kidnapper had picked that spot.

Joshua called Pack McHenry back and then rushed to tell him everything that had transpired. He also told him that he'd called FBI Agent Gallagher but hadn't received any commitments about what he would do to help.

"Don't worry about that," McHenry said. "Gallagher's a good man in a tough spot."

"You know him?"

"Not directly. Gotta go. I've got a lot of homework to do for you."

Just as Joshua was ending the call, the doorbell rang.

"Maybe that's my pastor," Abigail said and started for the door. But Joshua stopped her and signaled that he would answer it.

"Federal marshals are on their way over here," Joshua whispered. "We need to check this out carefully..."

He looked through the peep-hole and saw a delivery man in a brown uniform holding a box the size of a small microwave.

Joshua swung open the door.

"Airmail delivery for Mr. Jordan," the delivery guy said and handed him the box. Then he quickly added, "You've got to hurry, Mr. Jordan." Then he turned and sprinted down the hallway.

After locking the door, and with Abigail and Rocky looking on, Joshua ripped open the box.

"What in the world...?" Abigail started to say as she looked inside. Joshua pulled out of the box what looked like a huge spool of cable encased within a black plastic cover with two handles on each side. At the bottom of the box there was a nylon vest for a grown man with heavy metal hooks attached.

A note in the box read:

Attach the end of the cable to something secure. One handle of the reel is to hold onto--the other is an emergency brake. Put on the vest, attach it to the cable, then lower yourself out the window and hit the release button. Enjoy the ride. The Patriot.

"So this is how he thinks I'm getting out of here?" Joshua said.

"When was the last time you did a rappelling exercise down a sheer cliff?" Rocky asked.

Joshua said, "Not since survival camp in the Air Force Academy."

The doorbell rang again. This time, after two seconds, they heard someone pounding on the door. "Open up. Federal marshals!"

"I think you're about to get a refresher course," Rocky blurted out.

In the background they heard more pounding and warnings of "Open up! Federal marshals! We have a warrant! Open the door..."

"You've got to be there for Cal," Abigail shouted. "Rescue him. Contact us."

Rocky stuffed his own Allfone into Joshua's pants pocket.

Joshua pulled the end of the cable out of the reel and looped it around a doorknob. Then he ran over to a window in the far bedroom. But the window swung outward only a few inches. It was locked from opening all the way by a safety bracket. Joshua grabbed the window and rammed it furiously back and forth.

"Stand back from the door!" one of the marshals yelled from his position in the hallway.

"Better hustle," Rocky shouted. "They're going to break down the door--"

With one final push Joshua busted the bracket and the narrow French window swung all of the way open. Joshua strapped himself into the vest, clipped it to the bottom of the reel, and then lowered himself out the window slowly, his feet steadying him on the window sill.

He looked down and saw miniature traffic and tiny pedestrians twenty-five stories below.

"Oh man. This looked like a good idea when it was in the box," Joshua muttered.

Then he hit the release button and the big reel of cable started slowly letting out cable in a steady roll. Suspended by the unrolling cable and holding on to the handles, Joshua rappelled himself downward with his feet on the side of the hotel building about five feet at a time. From his position high in the air he could see Grand Central Station off in the distance, six blocks away.

Hold on Cal,
he said in the air.
I'm coming.

Floor by floor, he was descending along the side of the Palace Hotel that faced Park Avenue.

When he was about twenty feet from the ground, he could tell a crowd had gathered below him on the sidewalk. Someone was yelling at him.

When his feet were on the pavement, a few of the pedestrians started applauding.

A twenty-something guy in the crowd, with a backward baseball cap and carrying a duffel bag, kept shouting and pointing at Joshua. "I'm telling you, this is Magic Marvin! I seen the ad in the subway. The guy doing the escape stuff and all those magic tricks over at the Garden tonight. Way to go, dude!"

Joshua hit the "retract" button and the reel flew out of his hands, trailing the sling along with it, zipping upward twenty-five stories until it stopped outside the window of his hotel suite.

"Now I've seen everything..."

Trying to locate the voice, Joshua swung around. It was Pastor Paul Campbell.

"I can't wait to hear about this one!" Campbell said.

"You have a car?"

"Just parked it down the street. On the way to your hotel--"

"Let's get out of here," Joshua shouted. "You've got to drive me somewhere."

"I hope you can fill me in," Campbell said as the two men started jogging toward the parking structure across the street. "Abigail said you folks are in a crisis."

"That's putting it mildly. Amazing coincidence that you came by when you did," Joshua said as they ran down the parking ramp entrance.

"I don't believe in coincidences," Campbell shouted back, jogging next to him. Then he added, "But I do believe in the providence of God."

"Okay," Joshua said back. "I'll take that."

SIXTY-TWO

As their car roared up the parking ramp, Joshua continued to give Pastor Paul Campbell a crash course on the hostage crisis with Cal. They pulled the car up to the ticket booth and quickly paid the parking fee. Then Campbell wheeled the car out onto Park Avenue.

"Over to my office. I'll give you directions!" Joshua shouted.

"Not to Grand Central Station?" Campbell bulleted back. "I thought that's where you said your meeting takes place! It's only a few blocks from here."

"No. We need to get over there in..." Joshua glanced at his watch..."exactly one hour and fifty-eight minutes..."

Campbell pulled his wrist watch off and handed it to Joshua.

"Why don't you synchronize my watch with yours? That's what you do in these kind of situations, right?"

"Yeah," Joshua said and tried to force a smile, but it was tough to make that happen. Somewhere in the back of his head he was thinking of how far out he was in this crisis, way out there where the air was thin. Without a parachute. With almost no backup. But now it wasn't his own life at stake, like it had been all of those years doing test piloting and spy-plane missions. Now it was Cal. He had to shut out the faint voice, the echo that threatened to knock him off kilter and jar his concentration. He had always been a deliberate, cold-as-steel decision maker. He had been all his life. But now the voice kept whispering doubt.

Are you sure you know what you're doing? This is your son's life...
Joshua set Campbell's watch and handed it back to him. Then he said, "With crosstown traffic we should be there in about twenty, thirty minutes. Okay, turn right at the first chance you get, and get off Park Avenue."

Then Joshua called his office and the receptionist answered.

"This is Joshua. Who's in the office now?" Joshua barked.

"Uh, just...well, let's see...do you want to know who from R&D or..."

"No. Just tell if we have any visitors..."

"Those federal marshals came by. About two hours ago. I told them you were out, and I didn't tell them anything else, I swear. Really. I told them that I absolutely didn't know. That no one else knew. Couldn't help them--"

Joshua broke in and said, "Okay. Do you have this number I'm calling from in front of you on the reception phone caller ID?"

"Yep, sure do."

"Call me back the instant anyone arrives at my office."

"Will do."

"I'll be blowing into the office shortly. I can't be bothered or interrupted. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Then he clicked off Rocky's Allfone.

"I know you're a praying man," Joshua said to Campbell.

"I am."

"I need you to pray that Cal gets rescued."

"I already have."

"And please make it good."

Then there was a pause as Joshua ran his hand through his hair as he looked out the window. Joshua added, "I've got a decision to make. In just a short time..."

"You mean the part about sending the email..."

"No. I already know what I'm doing about that. I've got the documents picked in my head. Enough to let this guy know I've got what he wants. But nothing that will give the bad guys the technology they need to replicate the RTS."

"Then what?"

"It's the other stuff I'm worried about. The full set of protocols. The schematics. The exact specifications for the laser functions. The data-capturing module. The software for remote reading of incoming missile-guidance systems."

"So that's what would enable them to duplicate what you've done--"

"No question. If I give them those documents, our enemies could set up a missile-defense system against the U.S. very quickly. They could not only create their own defense that could return our missiles back to us, but they could figure out how to bypass our RTS system if it ever gets implemented. And deliver nukes to our shores that would be unstoppable."