Gary Ponzo - A Touch of Revenge

“How did they contact you?” Nick asked Joe.

Joe had his hands in his pocket and shrugged. “They called my cell.”

“How did they get your number?”

“I asked,” Joe said. “He wouldn’t tell me.”

“Nick,” Tommy said. “Open the envelope.”

Nick unfolded the manila envelope and saw a stack of hundred dollar bills. He immediately understood what it meant. An amount that large could only mean one thing-a payoff for a murder. Then he saw the photograph under the stack. When he realized whose picture it was, his chest tightened into a knot.

He looked up at Joe. “When do they want you to do this?”

“By tomorrow.”

Nick examined the photograph. A surveillance shot. Taken from a distance to avoid detection. Julie was walking out of a local coffee shop by herself. He tried to determine when the shot was taken, but couldn’t.

“Joe’s a sharp cookie,” Tommy said. “He took the job even though he would never do such a thing.”

Nick handed the photo to Matt and saw Walt look over his shoulder. Nick felt a sense of gratitude emerge. His wife was a target of Temir Barzani. With a shaky arm he reached out and shook Joe’s hand. “Thanks.”

Joe smiled a lopsided smile. “Yeah, well, Tommy’s good people.” Then his face turned severe. “Besides, I’m an American. These punks need to learn a lesson.”

Nick turned and saw Matt watching them, waiting for his turn.

“Let’s give him a book to look at,” Matt said. “Maybe he can pick the guy out. My money is on Jirdeer.”

Joe was looking down at the photo of Dave Tanner’s body sitting on the desk. He seemed fascinated. He picked up the photo and examined it closely.

“You recognize him?” Walt asked.

Joe squinted. “No.”

Everyone waited as Joe moved the picture sideways, then at arm’s-length, then close-up again.

“Something you care to tell us?” Walt asked.

Joe dropped the photo onto the desk, then looked over at Tommy with a question on his face.

Tommy seemed to understand. He nodded to Walt. “Should Joe here offer you some information which might incriminate himself-”

“He has immunity,” Nick assured him. Then he turned to Joe. “This man was an FBI agent, a friend of ours. We need all the help we can get. Anything you say will never leave this room.”

Joe looked at Tommy and saw him nod.

“Well,” Joe said, suddenly seeming unsure of himself. “Have you done an autopsy on the body?”

Walt looked over at Nick, then Matt. All three of them confused by the question.

“I think we know the cause of death,” Walt said. “He was shot close range, two bullets to the back of the head.”

Joe nodded. “Yeah, but that’s not how he died.”

Nick picked up the photo and scrutinized Dave’s figure lying there. His body was face down with his head twisted away from the camera.

“I don’t understand,” Nick said. “What are we missing?”

Joe glanced at Tommy again.

“Go ahead, Tess,” Tommy said, firm. “He’s my cousin. We can trust him.”

Joe seemed to search for the proper words. “Well, I’m interested in these types of situations … I mean from a strictly curious perspective.”

“Of course,” Nick said, sounding sympathetic, as if they were discussing bird watching.

“And I’ve observed a couple of bodies which were left just this same way. The head was left twisted up and away because the killer snuck up on the victim and twisted his head almost off his body. It was exactly the same angle. The killer was left-handed and tall, you can tell by the way his chin is pulled up away from his torso.”

Nick studied the photo once again and saw what Joe was talking about. “I see what you mean. Where did you see these photos?”

Joe hesitated.

Nick held up his hand. “Total immunity. I promise.”

“Bolivia,” Joe said. “There was a professional called in to assassinate the President. I heard rumors about this guy from Russia. Ex-KGB. He preferred to use his hands. Less noise I guess, I don’t know. They never found him.”

“Anything else you remember about him?” Matt asked.

“Yeah, a couple of years later I heard about a murder in Indonesia. Same thing. In my circle I began to hear stories about the guy. He was considered the most dangerous man on the planet. No one even knows his name. They just call him The Russian. The thing is though …” Joe looked down at the photo. “Where did this happen?”

“Washington D.C.,” Walt said.

Joe’s face seemed to twitch. “Well, supposedly he’s never been to the States before.” Joe looked around the room. “Until now.”

Nick’s stomach clenched as he considered the news. He shook Joe’s hand and thanked him once again for all of his help. He immediately thought of Julie, though. She couldn’t possibly go through another ordeal like this. His poor wife deserved to be protected from the types of maniacs who drew targets on Nick’s photo. He pushed a button on the phone on his desk.

“Hey, Jule,” he said into the speakerphone. “Can you come here please?”

A moment later Julie stepped into the room with an even expression.

“Tommy’s going to take you home so you can grab some clothes,” Nick said.

Julie’s face soured, but she said nothing.

“I’m being over-protective sweetie, that’s all. We’re going to have you stay in a safe house for a couple of days.”

Julie nodded, but it was clear she wasn’t happy. Nick quickly got to his feet and followed Julie into the outer room. The only person there was Semir sitting cross-legged on his cot.

“Listen,” Nick said, touching Julie’s shoulder as she turned away from him. “Look at me.”

Julie spun around with slightly puffy eyes. “Yes?”

“This will be over quicker than you know,” Nick said, trying to look brave with his arm sling a constant reminder to his wife exactly how dangerous his job was. “This isn’t like the last time. There’s less than a dozen of them. I have Matt and Tommy with me.”

He was trying to push her comfort buttons. She’d always considered Matt his guardian angel and Tommy’s presence gave her immense reassurance.

Then she did something which made his heart melt. Julie tucked her head into the side of Nick’s face and gingerly placed her arm around his waist. He could feel her soft skin against his unshaven cheek.

“I love you,” she whispered into his ear. “We’ll always love you.”

The baby, Nick thought. She was already making them a family, letting him know what was at stake.

Nick clutched her with his one good arm and whispered. “I’m so very blessed to have you.”

Julie pecked him on the side of his face, then went for her purse on a nearby chair.

Nick turned to return to his office and noticed Semir staring at them without expression.

“What are you looking at?” Nick said.

Tommy drove his rental car down the tree-lined street like he was going to a county fair. He had a pleasant smile as he observed the falling leaves through his open window. Julie knew it was Tommy’s way of calming her down and it was almost working.

“I tell you, Jule,” Tommy said, “I could get used to this up here.”

It was a good show, but Tommy kept eyeing the rear view mirror just a little more than necessary. It was a narrow two lane road with very little room before the trees came into play, which made Julie feel closed in even at sixty miles-per-hour.

Tommy’s cell phone chirped. He glanced down at the display and put the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Hector, how’s it going?”

He listened for a moment, then said, “Good. Hey, I have a question about that tunnel the Feds just discovered on the California border.”