Steve Martini - The Enemy Inside
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- Название:The Enemy Inside
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- Издательство:HarperCollins
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- Год:2015
- ISBN:9780062328946
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“OK, so I’ve made a few mistakes today. I’ll have to read the directions on the bottle next time. See how long it takes to dry. I wasn’t sure how detailed the description was you got from the girl. I didn’t want you to turn and run the minute I opened the front door. As it turns out, I should have saved myself the trouble and dropped you out on the front stoop the second you rang the bell.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Don’t go all giddy on me,” he says. “It’s not gonna change the outcome. I hope you like fish, cuz you’re gonna be sleeping with them tonight.” He takes the horn-rimmed spectacles off as he continues to point the pistol at me. He folds them up one-handed against his chest and slips them into his pocket. “Just windowpane. I don’t wear glasses. Don’t need ’em.”
“Bully for you,” I tell him.
“Tell me, was she good?”
“Who?”
“The girl. You know. Ben? Did you get any?”
“You’re sick.”
“Yeah, but I can still get it up. I figure you and your Afro friend were in there for a while. You must have gotten something?”
“She was there with her boyfriend.”
“I figured he probably watched.”
“We were looking for information.”
“Well, excuse me. What did she do, tell you to take a cold shower?”
I don’t answer him.
“So you were looking for information. How much did she remember? About her meeting with me?”
“She remembered the name Becket.”
“Yeah, I knew that was gonna be a problem. For a woman who was so gifted in the area of female charms, she had a quick mind to go with that great body, and educated too. All in all, a dangerous package, if you know what I mean. Here I go looking for some bubble brain in a brothel. Somebody who won’t remember their own name next morning, and what do I draw? The bride of Einstein. The minute I gave her the name Becket, she says, ‘Oh, that’s easy to remember. Just like the Archbishop of Canterbury.’ If the club hadn’t been so crowded that night, I’d have shot her on the spot. I knew she’d remember it. And to make matters worse, Becket is the name on the title to the house here, so it couldn’t be changed. That was my fault. But then how was I supposed to know anybody would ever find her? By the way, how did you do that?”
“Name association, a lot of shoe leather, and a tattoo.”
“I suppose you could tell me all about it, if we had the time. But we don’t.”
“You know we gave everything to the police,” I lie. “And my office knows I’m here.”
“Don’t screw with me,” he says. “It’s only gonna make it worse. No one knows where you are right now. Your partner is off somewhere up by Mission Bay. We can go watch him on television if you like. Your secretary believes you’re going to be back by three, but you didn’t tell her where you were going. Not according to the transcript I saw. And even if you did tell her it wouldn’t matter, because you never arrived here. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
“You bugged our office?”
“Seven ways from Sunday,” he says.
“We had it swept.”
“They have these little devices now with switches so you can turn ’em off when the man with the R.F. detector comes around. Turn them back on again when he leaves. You can do it remotely. They don’t find a thing. You gotta get with the times if you’re going to do this shit. If I were you, I’d ask for my money back from the company that swept the place.”
“Why don’t I go do that?” I shift my eyes and shoot a quick glance at the door.
“I’d feel more comfortable if you sat down,” he says. “Put the cardholder on the desk, along with the file folder.”
I do it.
“Now you can turn that chair around to face me.”
I do what he says.
“Take your coat off and drop it on the floor.”
“I don’t have any weapons.”
“Do it!”
I take the coat off and drop it on the floor next to the chair.
Then he motions me into the chair with the muzzle of the pistol.
I sit.
“Eyes down,” he says.
I look at the floor. A few seconds later I feel a hot burning sensation in the center of my chest as if a snake has sunk its fangs into me. When I look up I can trace two wires running from my upper torso to a bright yellow pistol-like device in his hand. Ten feet of hot conductor wire connect from the darts in my chest to the Taser gun in his hand. The darts are held in place by sharp jagged barbs.
“We’re gonna be here just a few minutes while you answer some questions. How painful it gets is up to you,” he says. “So why don’t we just make it quick and easy?”
FIFTY-SIX
Three days earlier, just after five in the morning, Ana had been roused from a deep sleep by a signal from her cell phone. One of the lawyers, Hinds, was on the move. It woke her and caught her attention because it was so early.
She waited for him to break the geo fence surrounding the law office, but this didn’t happen. Instead he crossed the other fence, the one surrounding Madriani’s house. The two of them were meeting. They were headed somewhere.
Ana threw on her clothes and ran for the car. In less than seven minutes she was parked down the street from Madriani’s house. She was just in time to watch as an official-looking dark blue sedan pulled into the lawyer’s driveway.
Through the field glasses she tried to read what was printed on the driver’s door. All she could read, in small white letters, was GOVERNMENT VEHICLE, OFFICIAL USE ONLY.
The two lawyers gave each other a quick hug. Madriani got in the backseat of the car and a second later it backed out of the driveway and drove in the other direction. Ana waited for Hinds to turn and walk toward the house before she pulled from the curb and followed the car.
Forty minutes later she watched as it disappeared down the same rabbit hole used by the Dumpster diver and his driver a month earlier-the guardhouse at the entrance to the Marine Corps Air Station at Miramar.
She couldn’t follow him, but it set off alarm bells. The instant she got back to her hotel she set another geo fence around the Miramar Air Station. It wouldn’t do any good in terms of tracking Madriani because he was in another car. But it would give her a signal if either of the lawyers went out there again in their own vehicles.
It made Ana wonder what was going on at Miramar. Maybe the lawyer was into this thing deeper than she thought. Was it possible? Could the lawyers be in collusion with the people who had the French auto-nav system? It didn’t seem to make sense, since their own client was involved in the accident. But then who knows. Maybe they were on the take.
The next day and a half Ana spent scoping out the location of her new client’s contracted hit, the job she had been delaying. She had been watching the place on and off over the last several days. She wanted to be able to move the instant she recovered the equipment. That is, if she could find it. She was prepared to wait two days, no more. If by then she didn’t have it, she would grab one of the lawyers, probably Madriani, and subject him to enough pain that he would tell her everything he knew.
If after that she still couldn’t find it, Ana would have no other choice. She would have to perform the new contract and disappear back to Europe and home.
She could pray that no one would find the navigational computer, trace it back to its French designers and from them to her. But Ana didn’t like to leave such matters to fate. If they did find it and made the connection, everything in her life would unravel. Authorities would start linking passport pictures and fingerprints, aliases, and travel records to jobs she had performed on two continents over nearly a decade.
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