The Shut Mouth Society (42 page)

Instead of arguing, Evarts opened drawers until he found a hair dryer. In the kitchen, he used a kitchen knife to cut off the cord close to the appliance and then stripped the wire. When he reentered the bathroom, Matthews still had the cold water running to no avail. Evarts plugged the socket into the wall and approached Harding with the cord.

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Stand back,” he ordered. Evarts barely touched the bare wire to Harding’s wet leg, but he convulsed spasmodically. When he flicked the wire against Harding’s arm, he heard Harding take a deep intake of breath. Evarts stood back with the cold water still running and watched. Soon Harding shivered involuntarily and kicked one leg. “Okay, let’s get him up.”

It took forty minutes of assisted pacing, alternated with hot and cold showers, before Harding could get down a sip of coffee. After another thirty minutes, he became coherent enough that they let him indulge in a hot shower until he quit shivering. After the shower, they stripped off his wet gym clothes and wrapped him in a big terry robe. In the kitchen, they made him pace while he sipped exceptionally strong coffee.

His first question was, “How long?”

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Over two hours since I found you.”

Harding looked at his watch and shook his head. “Can’t focus.”

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Keep walking,” Matthews ordered.

After another five minutes, Harding asked, “Trish?”

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Gone. They took her,” Evarts said.

“
Oh, damn.” Harding sat with a dejected expression, but as soon as his butt hit the seat, he bounced up and continued pacing.

“
Can you tell us what happened?” Evarts asked.

At least a full minute passed. Evarts began to think the question hadn’t registered.

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She started her routine on the abs lounger, and I went to the weights. When I moved to the bench press, two gym rats offered to second me. My water bottle was on the floor behind and one of them must have slipped something into it while the other helped me with the barbell.” He continued to walk back and forth in the small kitchen. “I began to feel woozy and told Trish we had to leave. After getting to the car, I don’t remember a thing.”

“
Would you recognize them again?”

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You bet. When I was on the bench press, I looked right up into their faces.”

Evarts couldn’t think of a plan of action. Until now, he had been focused on reviving Harding enough that he could explain what had happened. Now that he knew, it didn’t help. Should they go back to Harding’s house? To what purpose? The union wanted the documents, so hopefully they would keep her alive to gain access to the DTCC. Should he plan an operation to intercept them in New York? Was there a way to find her before New York?

He finally thought about the question he had been avoiding. How long could she last under interrogation? She had a stubborn streak and a strong ego, but they got everything out of Abraham Douglass, who was equally smart and self-assured. They had also needed only an afternoon to break Douglass. The union had a predilection for drugs that could tear down a person’s defenses. Combined with physical torture, it wouldn’t take long. Evarts’s army training had included simulated interrogations. Only the line of inquiry was simulated, not the drugs or techniques. Although he had hated the exercises at the time, he realized that the training had saved his life when he was able to recognize the early symptoms the Greenes’ drugs had produced. The experience also probably helped him and Harding recover faster than if they had never been subjected to the treatment. Baldwin had some experience, both at the hands of the Greenes and with recreational drugs. Evarts bet she would buy them a little time but not much.

Evarts grabbed Matthews’s elbow and led him into the living room. “Rick, are you willing to help me find Trish?”

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I’m insulted you felt the need to ask.”

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These are very dangerous people. This is strictly a volunteer mission.”

“
I’m in. Do you want me to round up a few others?”

“
First, let’s create a plan.” Evarts looked at Harding, still pacing in the kitchen. “Steve can handle himself now. I’ll fill you in on the details after I make a call.”

Evarts called Congressman Sherman’s private cell.

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Yes?” Sherman sounded very irritated.

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Evarts. They grabbed Baldwin.”

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What? Who?”

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The goddamn union, who else? They drugged her bodyguard and took her.”

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What about the documents?”

“
Who the hell cares about the documents? They’ve got Trish.”

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Don’t you understand? Without the documents, my plan goes up in smoke.”

“
Well, it’s blown to smithereens. I haven’t been back to the house, but I’m sure they wouldn’t have left them behind.”

The phone went quiet.

Finally, Evarts asked, “What are you going to do?”

The answer came immediately. “Collect my family and get the hell out of here. Good-bye.” He hung up.

Chapter 52

Evarts had the most fitful night of sleep of his life and gratefully rolled out of bed at first light. Matthews woke early as well and kept him company in his anxious vigil. A few hours later, Harding wandered into the front room, but he remained unusually quiet.

Harding seemed to have recovered most of his faculties. Now it was Evarts’s turn to pace the small kitchen. He felt impotent. He had wanted to charge over to Harding’s home the prior evening, but his friends convinced him it would be a mistake. Instead, Evarts had briefed Matthews on the entire history since Santa Barbara, and they had talked over alternatives. They could come up with no action they could take until the union contacted them. Assuming they would.

That was the part that worried Evarts. He possessed only a single original document from the William Evarts dossiers. Was it enough? They had blunted Congressman Sherman’s political assault and most probably had picked up all the copies from Harding’s house. Did he still pose enough of a threat that they would contact him, or would they just dispose of Patricia Baldwin and discredit him in some way? The Rock Burglar episode certainly showed they used means other than violence.

Despite a light breakfast, Evarts’s stomach felt sour and bloated from too much coffee and nervous agitation. He walked around the counter to the tiny eating area where Harding and Matthews sat silent at a small table. “Rick, you’ve got tons of computer gear in that extra bedroom. Does any of that equipment give you access to secure government files?”

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I have access to everything, including stuff I’m not supposed to know exists. What do you want to research?”

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Hell if I know, but I’ve got to do something. Maybe some agency has an ongoing investigation of the union or Ralph Branger.”

Matthews gave him a sympathetic look. “I checked while you were in the shower. Nothing except for Branger’s tax records. He consistently reports an eight-figure income, and there’re no audits pending. On paper, he looks to be an upright guy.”

“
Shit.” Evarts pulled over a chair and sat down at the table. “What else can we look at?”

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There’s so much material on the drug cartels that it would take months just to sift through it.”

“
The union?”

“
No references.”

Harding cleared his throat. “Greg, I’m—” He choked. “I’m sorry. I never should’ve—”

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Steve, I understand,” Evarts said. “It’s not your fault. I was the stupid one. I thought your place would be safe because I haven’t lived there in years. I was the idiot.”

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But I should’ve known better than to take her out of the house.”

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Steve, right now, I need you. We’ve got to get her back and self-recriminations won’t help.” Evarts was angrier than his words indicated. What he had said was true, but logic didn’t overrule emotions. At least not this day. He knew it could have been him as easily as Harding. After all, he had visited the gym with Baldwin several times, but he had put the most precious thing in his life in the hands of a trusted friend, and that friend had failed him. Reason had nothing to do with how he felt.

Evarts changed the subject. “Rick, can you penetrate private corporate records?”

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Sure, with time. Which ones?”

Rick Matthews’s specialty in army intelligence had been cracking computer systems and wireless communications. He knew more about cell phones than practically anyone on the planet, which was why his second bedroom looked like an electronic junkyard, with computers and communication gear strewn everywhere. Most of the devices were in some stage of disassembly, and Evarts found it hard to believe that Matthews knew which ones were operational.

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Confederated Trust. I heard on television that some guy named McGuire is CEO.”

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That’s J. C. D. McGuire, a legend in the investment banking world. This should be fun. I always wanted to—”

Harding’s cell phone rang.

They all just stared at it. On the third ring, Evarts picked it up and checked the caller ID, but it said “restricted.” He opened the phone and put it to his ear but said nothing.

After a moment, a husky voice said, “There’s a package for you at Harding’s house. Go pick it up.”

The caller disconnected.

“
What did they say?” The question came from Harding, who had finally come out of his daze.

“
They left something at your house, and they want me to go pick it up.”

“
A trap?” Matthews asked.

“
We should proceed on that assumption,” Evarts said.

Harding went into the kitchen and poured himself more coffee. When he stepped back into the living room, he said, “We’ll get her back. They’re not supermen. They already made one big mistake.”

“
What’s that?” Evarts asked.

“
They left me alive.”

Chapter 53

That afternoon, they approached the Georgetown brownstone from three different directions. Harding jumped a neighbor’s fence and entered from the rear through his garden. Matthews scaled a trellis on an adjoining house and leaped onto Harding’s roof. Evarts intended to approach the front door directly. On the way over, they had stopped at a RadioShack and improvised a makeshift communication system. Evarts waited around the corner until his friends called to say they were in position.

He heard Harding’s voice first. “I’m in position and see no threats through the kitchen window.”

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In position,” Matthews answered. “Their surveillance point is across the street at 347 on the third floor. I see a man in the window with binoculars.”

They had discussed the possibility of Matthews’s spotting the surveillance from his rooftop vantage. Evarts heard Harding say, “Plan B.”

Plan B called for them to take out the surveillance team and apprehend at least one of the men alive. Unfortunately, Plan B had no course of action except that Harding and Matthews would withdraw, and then they would all meet to figure out how to catch the watchers by surprise. The three had talked through several scenarios but had no firm plan.

They met at a rendezvous point in a pocket park two blocks away. Evarts asked Harding, “Do you know that house?”

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Yeah. Two years ago they converted it into apartments. The third floor has three or four studios.”

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Security?”

“
Buzz-in entry. Roof’s probably secure. Best bet is to come in from the back.”

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Or get a neighbor to buzz us in,” Matthews offered.

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There’s an old woman in the ground-floor unit. She owns the building and had it converted after her husband died.”

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Does she know you?” Evarts asked.

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Yeah, but if I approach the building, I’ll alarm the observation team.”

They had previously decided that if they spotted a surveillance nest, Harding would become the diversion, and Matthews would act as point person in the assault. They hadn’t decided on a role for Evarts.

“
Wait a minute,” Harding said. “Her husband was a dean at Georgetown. What if Rick pretended he had some personal item from her husband to return to her?”

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What item?” Evarts asked. They had nothing but weapons and communications gear.

“
This,” Matthews said. He took off his watch and handed it to Harding. “It’s inscribed on the back: ‘From the gang, good luck.’ I can say they found it in his old office or somewhere, and we think it might be her husband’s.”

“
That gets you in,” Evarts said. “Then what?”

“
I can handle whatever’s in that room upstairs, if you two can keep them glued to the window.”

Evarts didn’t like Matthews going in alone, but he knew his capabilities, and he would be a stranger to the watchers. He also had the only silenced weapon, something he had appropriated from a hostile combatant when he was in the army.