One Rough Man (37 page)

“Jennifer?”

“Yes. Who’s this? Where’s Pike?”

“This is Kurt. I don’t know where Pike’s at. Where are you? You’re not with him?”

Jennifer voice grew alarmed. “No, I’m at the Embassy Suites. Pike left to meet you alone over forty-five minutes ago. What did you do to him?”

“Me?” He was shocked by the question. “For Christ’s sake, why would I do anything to him? Jennifer, listen to me. Get out of the hotel now. Don’t even bother packing. Get out—go somewhere safe. Do it now. Write this number down”—he read out his cell number—“call me when you’re safe. Let me know where you are.”

It took several more attempts before she took him seriously, testing his patience. “Get out, Jennifer,” he repeated, “every second is dangerous.”

“But Pike—”

“Leave him a note that only you and he would understand. But get out.
Now!
”

Jennifer’s voice grew cold. “I hear you. I’m leaving. I’ll do as you say, but if you’ve done anything to Pike ... if he’s hurt ... I’m going to fucking
destroy
you. I don’t know how, but I will.”

 

 

LUCAS HAD REGAINED CONTROL OF HIS TEAM, reconsolidating in an empty parking lot eight miles away from the failed hit. He was running his options through his mind when his phone rang.

“Yeah, what do you have?”

Jerry was breathless. “They’re staying at the Embassy Suites in Old Town Alexandria. The girl’s there now but was just told to leave. Pike doesn’t have his cell phone. The girl has it. He doesn’t know she’s been told to leave. I’m sure he’s headed back there, but he only has the Metro. If you hurry, you can get both of them. Worst case, you’ll only get him.”

Lucas grinned, immediately barking out commands. “They’re at the Embassy Suites in Old Town. Mounted team go there immediately. Stake out the lobby and try to find the girl. She’s probably already gone, but it’s worth a shot. You other four head to the King Street Metro station. Pike’s headed back. Pick him up when he gets off the Metro. Once you have him in sight, call the Embassy Suites team. He’ll be headed that way. Close on him and finish the job. We can find the girl later, if necessary.”

 

 

RIDING BACK ON THE METRO, my mind was running nonstop, trying to figure out what had just happened. I could come up with only one answer: Dr. Evil did exist and his name was Kurt Hale.

Earlier I had decided that didn’t make sense, because Kurt wouldn’t kill Ethan. I then realized that I didn’t even know if Ethan was dead. All I knew was that Kurt had said so. Now it looked like he had said it to keep my mind occupied on Ethan’s death instead of looking for threats. Every other fact pointed to Kurt.

Only one person knew where I was going, and that was Kurt. In fact, it was Kurt who had set the meeting up. Kurt had said he needed to straighten out some things because of Ethan’s death, but if Kurt really had set this up, then Ethan was alive, and Kurt had used that time to set up his trap instead.

The thought sickened me to my core. The Taskforce was an anchor I had placed my entire trust within. If Kurt could do this, then there was no such thing as good. The world was just a mess of gray. I knew that Kurt wasn’t inherently evil, but nothing else explained what had occurred. It wasn’t a bunch of amateurs who had attacked me, but guys who knew what they were doing. I had to have been under surveillance to trigger the drive-by, surveillance that I had failed to notice because I was conveniently thinking about Ethan’s death and the meeting with Kurt. The shooter in the alley was the final touch. It was clear that the drive-by shooter was simply the sweeper, designed to push me into the alley, and certain death. It was a miracle it hadn’t worked. Had I been five feet closer to the alley, I would have immediately sought it out, looking backward at the drive-by shooter, not forward into the alley.

The more I thought about it, the more I began to build into a rage, feeling the anger grow white-hot. For the first time, wanting it white-hot. Savoring the feeling.

Kurt must have set us up in the Homeland Security database. When that didn’t work, Kurt had used my loyalty to the Taskforce as a weapon to kill me. Kurt must have also turned off the CIA from investigating anything further in Belize. Few people in the U.S. government had the power to do all of that, and Kurt Hale was one of them. I was just lucky I had come alone. If Jennifer had been there, I would have reacted differently, and we’d probably both be dead.

I felt an electric jolt of adrenaline.
Jennifer’s alone at the hotel
. I racked my brain, trying to remember if I had told Kurt where we were staying. I didn’t think so, but I might have. I looked at my watch, wishing the train would move faster. I settled back into the seat, letting the rage flow through me, raw and thumping. If Kurt did anything to Jennifer, I was going to burn the Taskforce down.

 

 

THE FOUR MEN LUCAS HAD ASSIGNED to the Metro station entered and fanned out to positions that allowed them to dominate the platform without being seen. One, surveying the crowd simply out of curiosity, honed in on a woman across the tracks, waiting for the Metro going the other way. He keyed his covert radio.

“Brandon, look at the woman to your three o’clock. I think it’s the target.”

Brandon studied the woman. She was acting antsy and pacing back and forth. She carried a laptop case and a backpack that looked stuffed. “Yeah, that’s her. Stand by. I’m calling for guidance.”

Brandon dialed Lucas’s cell. “Sir, this is the Metro team. I’ve got the female target here preparing to board a train. Do you want us to remain behind for the male, or follow her?”

Lucas paused a moment, considering. He went with the bird in the hand. “Follow her. As soon as you get the chance, terminate her. Make sure you can get out clean before you pull the trigger.”

“Roger that. Train’s coming. Gotta go.”

Brandon called the team. “Board the northbound train. She’s the new target. We stick with her until we can smoke her. Hurry, I can see the train approaching. Get to the other side.”

They raced back downstairs, moving under the tracks, then back upstairs to the northbound side. All four members just managed to board before the doors closed. None noticed Pike exit the train on the southbound side.

 

 

IN THE LOBBY, Mason had just answered a call from Lucas when he saw Pike blow by him to the elevator.

Lucas was finishing up telling Mason the new plan. “... so they won’t be able to give you early warning. They’re on the girl now. When he gets there—”

Mason interrupted. “He’s here. He just went by me to his room. We can’t do anything in here. All the rooms look into a giant atrium. We can’t even get to his room without anyone seeing us, much less break in. We’re going to have to wait.”

Lucas thought for a moment. “Okay. That’s not bad. He’ll either head to the other target, or she’ll come back here. I’m betting he heads to her. Hold what you got and tail him. I’ll coordinate with the other team. If you guys meet in the middle we can finish this thing. Don’t wait for that, though. You get a chance, kill that bastard.”

I
went through my room into Jennifer’s. It was empty. All of her clothes were gone and so was the laptop. I went back to my room. For the first time, I noticed that all of
my
clothes were gone as well. I saw my cell phone where I had left it, only now it was sitting on a piece of paper. Picking it up, I read,

I smiled for the first time that morning.
Smart girl.
She was going to the most crowded place she could find, and she had managed to tell me exactly where without writing it down. She would be in the food court at the bottom of the mall. I didn’t like the fact that Kurt had called, but hopefully she would be safe until I could get there. Kurt clearly just wanted to get her out of the hotel so he could kill her. He probably didn’t count on me still being alive.

I picked up the phone and dialed Jennifer. She answered on the first ring. “Pike? Is that you?”

Thank God.
More relief than I thought I had in me coursed through my body. I put on a calm voice.

“Yeah. How’re you? Are you okay?”

“I think so. I just got off the Metro. Kurt called and told me to get out of the hotel. He left his number and told me to call him when I was out and safe somewhere.”

That fucker
. “You haven’t called, have you?”

“No, not yet.”

“Don’t. Just go where you told me you were going. I’m on my way. Do not call Kurt.”

“Pike, what’s going on? I’m scared. I think someone’s following me. I keep seeing the same guy. He jumped on the Metro at the last minute, and now he’s been thirty feet behind me ever since. I don’t want you to think I’m paranoid, but I think it’s real.”

I spoke slowly and clearly. “I think it’s real too. Stay in crowded areas. Don’t pay him any attention. If he thinks he’s burned, he’ll either do something drastic or be replaced by someone else. Better to know who’s following you than to have to figure it out. Move to where you said you would meet me. Anybody tries anything, kick them as hard as you can in the balls, then run off screaming. Run in a zigzag pattern. I’m on the way. Can you do that?”

I heard her take a deep breath. “Yeah ... Yeah, I can do that. I’m not going to ask why the zigzag pattern. I don’t want to know what you’re going to say.”

“Don’t worry. I’m coming. Hold tight. I’ll be there in minutes.”

 

 

IN THE COURTYARD OF THE ATRIUM, Mason saw Pike leave the room three floors up. He called his teammate. “Get ready. He’s coming down.”

The man was just outside the elevator exit, waiting. He watched Pike exit and head to a stairwell.

“He’s not going to the Metro. I say again, he’s not going to the Metro.”

Mason cursed. “Stay on him.”

“He’s going to the parking garage. If I go into the stairwell with him, I’m burned.”

“Hold on. Sit tight. Let him go. He spots you and we’re going to have a gunfight right here. Don’t take him on one-on-one. Remember, he took an MP5 from the mounted team this morning.”

Mason thought about his options. He decided he needed to punt to his higher headquarters. He called Lucas and relayed the news.

In the Crystal City office, Lucas took the call, feeling punched in the gut with the latest report.
Jesus. Predicting this guy’s actions is proving impossible.
He knew that he was now going to have to earn his salary. The hard way. It pissed him off.
Screw drinking a beer with him. Prima-donna SMU asshole. When I get him I’m going to castrate his sorry ass.

“Let him go. Head back to the office. We need to regroup. This seat-of-the-pants shit isn’t working.”

 

 

I PARKED THE RENTALand entered the mall. Standing at the railing of the first level, I looked down into the basement level of the food court, spotting Jennifer. I knew that if she’d seen one man, there were several more. Nobody with any training tried to conduct surveillance alone, and these guys had training. I gave her a call, watching as she answered.

“Hello?”

“It’s me. I’m in the mall. Don’t look around, but I’m looking at you right now.” I saw her raise her head and couldn’t resist teasing her. “I said don’t look around! ... Just kidding.... Listen, I need you to—”

“Jesus, Pike, this isn’t a joke!” she said, speaking in a fierce whisper. “Come get me! The man I saw is directly behind me. He’s been sucking on that small Coke for twenty minutes.”

I spoke in soothing tones. “Okay, okay, slow down. Everything’s just fine now. I need to identify who else is with that guy. I need you to get up and walk toward the stairwell to your left front. Just casually get up and walk that way, going up the stairs. Don’t rush.”

I watched the crowd. As soon as Jennifer began moving, a man to her right front stood up, moving with her, slightly behind.
One
. I watched Coke man. Coke man looked over at another man, who rose as well, moving toward the stairs ahead of Jennifer.
Two
. Jennifer was halfway up the stairs, one man in front, one man behind, when Coke man rose.
Three
. He must be the last one. I faded into a store.

I called Jennifer. “You have three of them on you. We’ve got to slim it down. I need to get you with just one guy. Go into a store for a little bit to give me time to set up. I’ll call back in a minute.”

I heard a little panic in her voice. “Wait! Don’t hang up. I don’t know who they are. They might kill me here.”

“Jennifer, trust me. They won’t do anything here. If they were going to, they would’ve already done so. As long as they think you don’t know they’re on you, they’ll be content to follow. If you push them, they might try something to keep you from running. You’ll be all right. It’s almost over. Go drool over some shoes or something.”

She waited a second before answering. “Pike, you’re an asshole. Don’t wait too long to call, or I might run just to make you work.”

“I’ll only be a minute. I’m sure they’re wondering who you’re talking to, so act like this’s nothing. One more call and we’re done. Hang in there.”

I hung up and sprinted to the nearest anchor store, a Macy’s. Taking the escalator stairs two at a time, I exited on the second level. Looking around, I thought it would work. I could put my back to the elevator next to the escalator exit and not be seen by anyone coming up.

I gave Jennifer a final call.

“Hey, here we go. This is the endgame. I need you to go to Macy’s. Take the escalator up to the second level. The escalator will act as a funnel. They’ll hang back, so that by the time you exit you should have only one man on you, with the other two staggered behind. Exit the escalator and turn left. I’ll be right there, so don’t jump. Just walk on past into the store. I’ll do the rest. Got it?”