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Authors: James D. Best

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He actually made the round trip in under an hour and a half. On the subway back, he glanced through most of the binder. Without preamble, the document listed an array of financial transactions woven intricately into an impressive web. Evarts’s concern was that few of the reporters would take the time to comprehend them. The second section showed how these transactions tied the six American corporations to the Mexican companies in a tightly integrated coalition. Sherman had built a great legal brief, but Evarts guessed it wouldn’t supply the kind of sound bites and headlines the media needed to grab the attention of an audience afflicted with attention deficit disorder. The problem, as Evarts saw it, was that the media train had already left the station with scheduled stops at bigotry, dim-wittedness, and lunacy. They meant to destroy Congressman Sherman because he had the audacity to criticize a neighboring country they wished to pretend posed no threat. He feared that the introduction of facts couldn’t derail this speeding train. Passion, rather than logic, often drove public discourse.

Evarts opened the front door and yelled out that he was back. No response. He quickened his pace through the hall and into the kitchen in back. No one. He ran up the stairs and checked the bedrooms. Still no one. Where the hell were they? He reentered the guestroom that he and Baldwin had been using and saw no clues as to her whereabouts. He checked the hall bath and saw nothing unusual. He had started down the stairs but suddenly reversed course and ran back to the bathroom. Everything was neat and tidy except for a tiny bottle of dry-wash antibacterial soap that sat in the center of the tile counter. Baldwin always took the hand soap with her to the gym. Maybe she pulled it out of the cabinet and then forgot to throw it in her gym bag. He ran into the bedroom and pulled dresser drawers open until he confirmed that her workout clothes were missing.

He had taken Harding’s cell phone with him to the congressman’s office, so he pulled it out and ran through the directory until he reached G. He quickly found the telephone number for Harding’s gym and pressed the call button. In two rings, a receptionist answered, “Capital Fitness.”


Can you tell me if Steve Harding is at the gym? We were supposed to work out together, but I forgot what time I was to meet him.”


Just a second … yes, he arrived almost an hour ago with a guest.”

Evarts felt more relief than he could have imagined. Damn them, they should have at least left him a note. “Thanks, can you give me directions?”

Evarts ended the call and decided he needed exercise, so he would run the six blocks to the gym. After he changed into shorts, tee shirt, and running shoes, he searched until he found a small backpack. He stuffed a towel, bottle of water, and his gun into the bag and slung it over one shoulder by a single strap. This arrangement might be uncomfortable while running, but he could never reach his gun if he needed it with both arms through the straps. Before leaving the house, he wrote a brief note, partly to let them know where he had gone in case he missed them, but mostly so he could be righteously indignant that they had left no note for him.

It took him about ten minutes to make the short run. The gym lobby included a full-circle wood counter enclosing three perfect bodies who handled customer requests and complaints. The twenty-something female greeter wore a beauty-queen smile designed to convince any male walking through the door that he had to join the gym that very day.

Evarts leaned against the counter. “I called earlier. Is Steve Harding still in the gym?”


I don’t know. We only scan customer membership cards on the way in.”

The gym was open behind the circular counter, but Evarts didn’t spot Harding or Baldwin. “May I walk around to look for them?”


I’m sorry, but Capital Fitness is restricted to members and guests escorted by a member.” The smile spreading across her face was so wide, it seemed her molars might show. “If you’re considering joining our gym, I can have someone give you a tour.”

Evarts smiled back. “Did I fail to mention that I was here for that very reason?”

She shoved a three-by-five card at him that probably earned her a two-dollar incentive. “I’ll go get a trainer while you fill out this information card.”

By the time she had brought back a trainer, Evarts had written some bogus contact information on the card. The gym had dressed the male trainer in a blue Capital Fitness polo shirt with sleeves cut so short and tight that they barely stretched over his Herculean biceps. He flashed a handsome smile that would have gotten him instantly hired at the hamburger emporium in Westwood Village.


I can see that you work out. Let me show you why Capital Fitness won the Readers’ Choice award from
The
Improper Washingtonian
.”

Evarts kept the trainer moving quickly by not asking any questions. Although he constantly searched for Harding and Baldwin, he never saw them. If they were still in the gym, they had to be in the locker rooms. He took a quick peek through the men’s locker room and saw no sign of Harding. Damn, they must be back at the house already.

Evarts pretended to get a phone call, telling the trainer he had set his cell on vibrate. He walked out the front door, cell phone in hand, and called Harding’s home landline. No answer. Where the hell could they be?

He walked back into the gym. “Excuse me, I forgot to ask about parking.”


All members get twenty percent off at the lot across the street and up one block.” She pointed further up the street.

What she called a lot was actually a four-story parking structure. Evarts jogged up the ramps until he reached the fourth level. He had just turned the corner when he spotted Harding’s white Lincoln Navigator. What he saw next caused him to swing the backpack free of his shoulder and put his hand inside to grip his gun. He checked left and right but saw nobody. He dropped prone and checked for feet visible under cars but again, nothing.

Rising to his feet, he returned his attention to Harding’s vehicle. He hadn’t been mistaken. Someone sat slumped over in the driver’s seat. He approached carefully, his hand still on the gun inside the backpack. When he got closer, he was sure the body belonged to Harding. He took another quick look around and opened the driver’s door.

As the door swung open, Evarts used his hip to keep Harding from falling to the ground. Keeping an eye on the garage, he pressed two fingers to his friend’s throat and got a pulse—a very quiet pulse but a pulse nonetheless.

He would have felt more relief if he had not already scanned the rest of the car’s interior. Baldwin was gone.

Chapter 51

 

Steve Harding had been drugged, evidently a weapon of choice for the union. Hurrying around the Navigator, Evarts struggled to get him into the passenger seat. He yanked Harding’s legs around the center console and grabbed his shirtfront with both hands, pulling with all the strength he could muster, until Harding was positioned in the seat. He then leaned his friend’s head out the door, pried open his mouth, and put his finger down his throat, forcing him to throw up. When Harding produced nothing but dry heaves, Evarts pushed him upright in the seat and closed the passenger door against his inert body. As he ran around the Navigator to get behind the wheel, he wondered how he would get Harding into the house. He exercised regularly, but his friend had to weigh over two hundred and fifty pounds.

Pulling out of the parking structure, he lowered the passenger window, causing Harding’s head to flop outside like a dog excitedly taking in all the new scents. Evarts grabbed his shirtfront again and hauled him back inside the car. He doubted that the streaming air would revive him, but since Harding seemed to balance almost upright, he kept the window open.

Evarts grappled with the backpack until he got his hands around the bottle of water he had stuffed in it before he left the townhouse. It still felt cold from the refrigerator as he twisted off the plastic cap and poured the entire bottle over Harding’s head. No response. By this time, he had arrived at the house and found a parking spot for residents less than a block away. What should he do? Harding appeared far more drugged than Baldwin had been. It could be hours before he started to come around. Evarts considered leaving him in the car to sleep it off, but until he could find out what had happened, he couldn’t start looking for Baldwin. Suddenly he realized they might be looking for him. He had been so upset that they had grabbed her, he had forgotten about his own safety. He couldn’t help her if he didn’t start acting like a professional.

He immediately turned the ignition and drove away from the townhouse. He circled the block twice but saw no one lurking in a vehicle or on the street. They could be waiting inside the townhouse to ambush him, but they would have taken Baldwin to a different location. Besides, entering the house alone would be foolhardy. He needed Harding. Pulling into a supermarket, he found a parking spot away from other cars and reached for Harding’s cell phone. He scrolled through the directory, looking for names he recognized. There were many. With each, he pressed the view button and dismissed anyone with an area code outside the district. He soon found his man and touched the green call button. It took six rings before Rick Matthews answered.


Rick, this is Greg Evarts. Steve Harding and I need your help. Now.”


Where are you?” his old army buddy asked.


Georgetown.”


I’m in Alexandria. I’ll be there in half an hour.”


No. We’ll come to you … Rick, this is life and death.”


What … never mind, do you have pen and paper?”


Just give me the address.” After he did, Evarts added, “Meet us at the curb, a white Lincoln Navigator. I’ll need your help moving Steve.”

Evarts cut off the call, started the engine, and wheeled out of the parking lot. He tried to think straight, but his anger got in the way. Damn. Why had he left Trish alone? Why had he been so stupid as to stay at a former address, even one that had never been documented as his residence? He stole a glance at Harding. Damn him. Why had Harding taken her out of the house? And how the hell was he going to get her back?

He drove a hairbreadth below reckless and pulled up to the apartment building in less than twenty minutes. Because he had ended the call so abruptly, Matthews was already standing in front of the building. Evarts pulled the big SUV alongside the curb in front of the fit-looking black man.


Parking?” Evarts asked through the passenger window that he had left opened.

Matthews waved a remote. “Underground.” He leaped into the backseat and immediately put two fingers on Harding’s throat. Feeling a pulse, Matthews leaned forward and quickly examined Harding’s body. Next, he cradled Harding’s head in his palm and rocked it back and forth. “Drugged?”


Yes. Hit the remote.” Evarts had pulled down a steep driveway, his progress stopped by a white wrought-iron gate. Before he had completed the sentence, the big gate started to roll slowly to the side. Matthews directed him to a visitor spot next to an elevator.

The two of them each grabbed an arm and hauled Harding into the elevator. He seemed to breathe normally but didn’t respond to their manhandling. When they finally got his limp body inside the small apartment, they eased him down to the carpeting.


What happened?” Matthews asked.


Not sure. We need to revive him to find out.”

Without another word, they each grabbed an arm and dragged him into the bathroom. They struggled, lifting him up enough to get his bulky body into the narrow shower stall. Once inside, they just let him collapse into a sitting position.


How long since he took the drug?” Matthews asked.


My guess would be about an hour.”


He’s out like a light. I think it’s too early for cold water to do much good.”

Evarts looked at Harding and reluctantly agreed. He wasn’t going to come around soon. “Whoever did this kidnapped my girlfriend, and they’re a nasty bunch.” Evarts slammed the wall with the flat of his hand hard enough to leave an indentation. “Damn it to hell!”


Come on,” Matthews said. “Let’s get the coffee going, and you can tell me what you know.”

By the time they had started the coffee brewing and made ice packs with ziplock sandwich bags, Evarts had explained the broad outlines of the conspiracy and the abduction of Patricia Baldwin. Matthews said he would find the whole story fantastic were it not for the public rhubarb over the charges by Congressman Sherman.

When they returned to the bathroom, Harding hadn’t moved. Impatient, Evarts turned on the cold water but got no movement.


He’s really out,” Matthews said, after trying the ice packs under his armpits.


Any ideas?”


Only one you won’t like. Give him time to sleep it off.”


Damn it, I don’t have time. Let’s try a shock treatment.”


That could be dangerous.”

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