Shoot Him if He Runs (27 page)

“You don’t have any instructions to shoot anybody,” Stone said to Holly.

“I want it for defense,” she replied. “We could need it, as you pointed out.”

“
We
? What’s this
we
stuff?”

“Aren’t you going with me?”

“Where?”

“Up to Irene’s?”

“Before I answer that, I want to know your plan,” Stone said.

“Well, I’m just going to go up there and confront Irene.”

“And she’s going to say, ‘Oh, yeah, Teddy’s in the bedroom closet’?”

“Well…”

“In the unlikely event that he’s there, she’s going to protect him.”

“I guess so.”

“I think you’d better call Lance again.”

“You’re right,” Holly said, grabbing the satphone. She went outside and called Lance’s office.

“Yes?”

“Lance, among the photographs you e-mailed me is one that looks an awful lot like Harold Pitts, Irene Foster’s friend from Virginia, the one you checked out.”

“And he checked out just fine,” Lance said.

“Also, Pitts left St. Marks yesterday in his sailboat, bound for Ft. Lauderdale. We saw him leave; we’re checking out other marinas and anchorages on the island now, to see if he didn’t really go.”

“When will you know?”

“Soon.”

“Call me the minute you hear. In the meantime, I’m going to run another check on Pitts.” He hung up.

Holly went back inside. “Lance is running another check on Harold; he wants to know when we’ve heard whether the boat is still here.”

The phone rang, and Stone picked it up. “Hello?”

“It’s Thomas. Harold’s boat is
not
on the island. Not anywhere.”

Stone turned to Holly. “Thomas says the boat is not anywhere on St. Marks.”

“Well, I’m going up to Irene’s anyway,” Holly said.

Stone turned back to the phone. “Thanks, Thomas. We’re going to run up to Irene’s and have a word with her.”

“I don’t think I’d do that, Stone.”

“Why not?”

“Because if Harold is the shooter and he’s still there, you don’t want to be anywhere near him when the police come to talk to him, and they
will
talk to him. If you’re there, they’ll figure you’re in cahoots with him.”

“Good point. I’ll explain it to Holly.”

“Stone, if you’re going up to Irene’s, let me come with you. If the police show up, I can help.”

“Thanks, Thomas, good idea. We’ll see you in five minutes.” Stone hung up and turned to Holly. “Thomas has pointed out that if Harold is Teddy and Teddy is the shooter, we don’t want to be around him when the police arrive. Thomas is going with us; he can help if the police turn up.”

“Okay with me,” Holly said, jamming the 9 mm into her jeans. “Dino, if we don’t come back immediately, will you take our bags to the airport, and we’ll meet you there?”

“Sure,” Dino said.

T
eddy had moved everything he needed out of his workshop, and now he turned on a fan he had rigged up that blew dust around the room. His cell phone buzzed on his belt.

“Yes?”

“It’s Thomas. Stone and Holly are determined to go up to Black Mountain, looking for you. I’m coming with them.”

“How much time do I have?”

“Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes.”

“Slow them down if you can.”

“I’ll try.”

Teddy hung up and took his things outside.

56

T
homas hung up and called Sir Leslie Hewitt.

“Hello?”

“Leslie, it’s Thomas. Have you heard?

“Yes, it’s all over the TV. I was astonished that he got Winston Sutherland. How did that happen?”

“I haven’t spoken with him about it yet, but my guess is he had the opportunity and took it.”

“Well, that advances things rather more than we had planned, doesn’t it?”

“It certainly does, and I think we’d better get the group together tonight to discuss our options. We can’t make any moves until after Winston’s funeral, but we’d better be talking to a lot of people before they bury him.”

“Do you have any idea where Teddy is now?”

“I just spoke to him; I assume he’s either at Irene’s or in his workshop. Stone Barrington and Holly Barker are going up there now looking for him, and I’m going with them.”

“Will they be armed?”

“I don’t know.”

“Thomas, we can’t let Teddy be caught.”

“I’ll do what I can to get him off the island.”

Leslie paused for a moment. “Thomas, I’m not sure you’re taking my meaning.”

“I’m sorry, Leslie, what am I missing?”

“Certainly, it would be good if Teddy immediately got off the island, but if that seems in any way in doubt, then you can’t allow him to be taken by the police. I don’t know what the ramifications are of having him taken by this CIA woman, but I can’t think that that would be to our benefit, either.”

“For all practical purposes, Teddy is off the island now; his yacht sailed, and I’ve asked the fellow we put aboard to be sure to be seen at the western end of St. Martin, so the police can confirm that Harold left yesterday.”

“I think, in view of Winston’s rather sudden demise, we may have to replan a bit.”

“What do you suggest?”

“First, as I said before, we cannot allow Teddy to be caught. We can’t even allow his body to be found.”

“His body?”

“Thomas, please focus; if he’s in danger of being caught, you’re going to have to kill him and get the body into the sea.”

Thomas sat quietly for a moment and thought.

“Think of the ramifications of his being caught: they’ll beat everything out of him. If they only have the body, they’ll start to confirm every detail of his identity, and even though he told us he did a masterful job of becoming Harold Pitts, that identity will eventually unravel.”

“You have a point,” Thomas said.

“There’s more of my point: when they find out he isn’t Pitts, they’ll have an unidentifiable corpse on their hands, so they’ll start digging into his island connections, and that means you and me. They’ll think that we hired an assassin.”

“Teddy came to us, remember?”

“That won’t matter. Teddy and his corpse have to disappear completely and forever.”

“What about the boat? It will eventually get to Ft. Lauderdale, and there’ll be someone there to meet it.”

“Your man has a satellite telephone doesn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“Then call him and give him new instructions; we need for the authorities to know exactly what happened to the yacht and to Pitts.”

Thomas was still quiet.

“Am I making sense, Thomas?”

“Yes, I’m afraid you are.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to call Teddy and tell him to hide himself while Stone and Holly are looking for him, and that I’ll get him off the island in a few days, when things have cooled off a bit.”

“I hope that works. And if it doesn’t?”

“Then I’ll do what has to be done and take care of the disposal.”

“I’m sorry it’s come to this, Thomas. I know you didn’t expect to have to kill anyone yourself.”

“I’m sorry, too, but don’t worry—I’ll take care of it.”

“All right. I’ll call the others, and we’ll meet here tonight. You bring some food from the inn, and we’ll call it a dinner party, if the police should show up.”

“I’ll be there around seven,” Thomas said.

“Good luck, Thomas, and thank you.”

“Good-bye, Leslie.” Thomas hung up. He went to his safe, opened it and took out the snub-nosed .38 that he had carried as a backup piece when he was a New York City cop. He strapped the holster to his ankle, checked to be sure the gun was loaded, then shoved it into the holster and secured it.

He called Teddy.

“Yes?”

“Stone and Holly are going to be there shortly. It’s important that you secrete yourself while they’re looking for you and, probably, for a few days after that. Do you have food in that bunker of yours, or do you want me to bring you some?”

“I’m quite self-sufficient, Thomas, and don’t worry, they will not find me. I know you’re worried about my being apprehended, but you may put that out of your mind; it won’t happen.”

“I hope not.”

“I know that my capture would endanger your prospects for forming a government, and I will not put you in that position, I promise you.”

“Thank you, Teddy; I’m glad you understand what’s at stake for the future of St. Marks.”

“I do. Give me as much time as you can; I’m nearly ready now.”

“Good-bye, Teddy,” Thomas said, and he meant it. One way or another, this would be their last conversation.

Thomas left his office and went to pick up Stone and Holly.

S
tone and Holly were waiting outside their cottage for Thomas to pick them up when her satphone rang again.

“Yes?”

“It’s Lance. Harold Pitts’s house is less than ten miles from the front gate here; I sent two men to look it over, and Pitts answered the door. He returned home last night after six weeks of touring the country in an RV.”

“So
our
Harold Pitts is Teddy.”

“No doubt about it,” Lance said. “Holly, you’re not going to be able to bring him back with you, and you can’t allow him to be caught.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that if the St. Marks police get their hands on him, they’ll torture him until they know everything; I mean that he’s not going to get onto that airplane with you; he just won’t. He knows exactly what that would mean when he’s back in the States, and he’ll kill you rather than allow that to happen.”

“I’m armed; Dino had brought a weapon with him.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Lance said. “It means that you won’t have to kill him with a knife or your hands.”

“Lance, I’m going to try to take him alive.”

“It can’t be done, Holly. The very best outcome of such an effort would be that he might kill himself, but he very likely would kill you first. He will be armed to the teeth, and he’s not going to have a conversation with you before he starts shooting.”

“We don’t know that.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Holly. Quite apart from my personal loss, the Agency would be left holding a very large bag.”

“That’s not what I’m thinking about,” Holly said.

“It’s what you
must
think about. You can only prevent a horrible mess for the Agency, and perhaps for the country, by remaining alive, and that means killing Teddy at the first opportunity, do you understand?”

“I suppose so.”

“These are your orders, Holly:
Kill him on sight; do not wait for him to threaten you or run.
Do you understand?”

Holly heaved a deep sigh. “I understand.”

“I’ll meet you at Manassas airport. Good-bye.” Lance hung up.

Stone was staring at her. “Are you going to do it?”

“Yes,” she said.

57

L
ance had hardly hung up the phone when it rang again.

“Yes?”

“It’s Kate Lee, Lance.”

“Good morning, Director.”

“Lance, the president wants to announce his candidacy for reelection, probably in the next day or two; he’s meeting with his campaign people now. Where are we on the St. Marks operation?”

“I anticipate a resolution within hours,” Lance said.

“Can you promise me that?”

“No, Director, because I’m not on St. Marks, doing it myself. But I believe that before the day is out, I can give you a conclusive answer.”

“All right. I’ll expect to hear from you later in the day.”

“Something else, Director: Hugh English’s secretary told me yesterday that an item had appeared on the Drudge Report website saying that Hugh had resigned because he has Alzheimer’s disease.”

“I’ve heard about it, and I’m shocked.”

Lance thought he detected an ironic overtone to that statement. “I’ve told Carolyn that she can give a quote to Drudge, attributed to an inside source, but not named, that the information is false.”

“Good. If I’m asked about it, I’ll issue a strong denial.”

“Thank you, Director. I’ll call you later today.”

“I’ll sit by the phone, Lance. Good-bye.” She hung up.

Lance leaned back in his chair and began doing deep breathing exercises to calm himself.

S
tone and Holly got into Thomas’s car.

“Thomas,” Stone said, “can you drive us straight to the airport when we’re done with this errand? I’ve told Dino to take the rental car and our luggage.”

“Of course,” Thomas said. “Please tell me what you hope to accomplish by this trip up Black Mountain.”

“That remains to be seen,” Holly said.

“I think it’s time the two of you and I had a frank discussion,” Thomas said.

“Go ahead,” Stone said.

“Of course, I’ll deny that this conversation ever took place, and I expect you will, too.”

“All right.”

“I’ve known for some time that Harold Pitts is Teddy Fay.”

Stone’s mouth fell open. “Why on earth didn’t you tell us?”

“Because Teddy had work to do, work that I and some others on the island thought necessary to preserve this little country as something other than the dictatorship of Winston Sutherland.”

“You mean you had Teddy kill Sir Winston?”

“No; he did that entirely on his own hook. Let me explain.”

“Please do.”

“Teddy came here first as Pemberton, an Englishman, some months ago. He and I met in the restaurant, and we talked a lot. Gradually, as I got to know him better, the talk turned to local politics. I told him that the island was being strangled by corruption at the top, that Winston was squeezing practically every business on the island for money, using Croft and duBois for muscle, then shipping it into an offshore account. Pemberton, as I knew him, was intensely interested in this. He intimated that he was motivated, and had the skills, to remove Croft and duBois from the picture. The words were never spoken directly; these were highly nuanced conversations.”

“So you hired Teddy to kill Croft and duBois?”

“Certainly not; didn’t you hear what I just said? He volunteered, and I did not discourage him. Then Pemberton abruptly disappeared and Harold Pitts arrived.”