Jeff Abbott - The Last Minute

‘I can give you a better deal than the CIA can. Twice the money.’

‘And dead twice as fast.’

‘Jack. Play nice, or I will burn you down.’

‘You’re just trying to lure me in. No. You know who I am. I know what you are. And when I’m done with you, you son of a bitch, there is no hiding place for you.’

This little nobody, threatening him. The Watcher heard the snap in his own voice. ‘You are nothing but a contemptible punk. When you die, and you will, I’ll throw a party. I’ll have people over for drinks and we’ll watch you being slowly tortured to death. I’ll have it catered. It won’t happen in some dark warehouse or basement. It will happen, with people standing around having drinks, laughing while they watch your skin pulled off, your eyes gouged, your ears burned to a crisp.’

‘Someone’s going to burn,’ Jack said, ‘but it’s not me.’ Then he hung up.

The Watcher stood there, the red rage slowly building in his eyes. He closed the phone and walked forward slowly to join the line of travelers awaiting a taxi.

Hotel Esper, Williamsburg

‘I want to know who owns that property in New Jersey,’ I said. We were in the hotel room; Leonie sitting at the table, me standing at the window, looking down toward the Ming building’s boarded windows.

She opened her laptop. ‘It would help if we had an address. It’s out in the middle of nowhere.’

‘It was marked as River Run Road. See you if you can find a county property map. Or find it on Google Maps.’

She tapped, and hummed under her breath. Leonie on a computer reminded me of my wife Lucy. My ex-wife. Lucy was very clever with computers, too. I stared out at the night and let her work. She tapped, found maps, compared them with the route we’d driven.

‘The property is owned by Associated Languages School.’

‘A language school?’ No wonder it was derelict. Didn’t most people learn foreign languages these days through software programs? And it was out in the boonies. ‘Maybe it’s supposed to be an immersion program?’

I watched her fingers fly across the keyboard; she nibbled her lip in thought. ‘They have a very basic website.’

‘Where are they headquartered?’

‘New York. They have immersion programs in rural New York, Florida and Oregon that they offer. But it says their next three sessions are full.’

‘Maybe the driver knew that the house was unoccupied.’

‘Yes. Maybe he drove students out there before and knew it was shuttered now.’

But it didn’t quite ring true. ‘Would it be shuttered if business was booming?’

I picked up my phone, sat down on the bed and called them. ‘You have reached the offices of Associated Languages School. We offer instruction and translation services in’ – and then the recording went into a tiresome listing of every major language spoken on four continents. I considered hanging up the phone. Maybe that’s what they wanted me to do. Finally, I was invited to leave a message. I hung up.

‘Front company,’ I said. ‘Nobody makes it that hard to do business.’

‘A front for Novem Soles?’

‘Maybe. Can we find out anything else on them?’

‘Yes, but is that going to help us find out anything about Jack Ming? Let’s not lose focus here, Sam. If we do this right we have our kids tomorrow. We vanish, and we don’t ever worry about Novem Soles again.’

I got up and stared out the window. She tapped away at her computer while I watched the night.

‘I got into Proxima Security,’ she said. ‘Via Sandra Ming’s account. I’ve got access to a monitor log. It will tell us if anyone enters the building and punches in a code.’

‘We know the guard has the code.’

‘And we can assume Jack does. We know the guard’s schedule. If someone comes at a different time, I think we’ll know it’s Jack.’

‘Could you disable the alarm?’

She shook her head. ‘Separate system.’

‘Well, at least we’ll know when people come and go.’

‘I’ll put an alarm on my laptop to chime if there’s an update to the log,’ she said. ‘Can I give you some advice?’

‘No.’

‘Give up on fighting Novem Soles when this is done,’ she said. ‘Revenge is the most worthless motive in the world. Your wife made her choice, yes? You get your son back, then you have all that matters. All right? Don’t try to keep fighting them. Go live a safe, good life.’

‘Move on and put out of my mind that I’m going to kill a young man who could bring them down.’

‘To save your son? Yes. Put Jack Ming as a human being out of your mind. People put ugliness out of their heads all the time. Jack Ming made his choice, same as your wife.’

‘And now he’s trying to unmake it,’ I said. ‘Does that count for nothing?’

She was silent.

‘He’s trying to be the good guy. If he’d turned on Novem Soles seven months ago he might be surrendering to me, and I’d be getting ready to take a bullet for him if that’s what it took to save him.’

Leonie got up and sat at the window. She stared down at the building. ‘Some choices can’t be unmade. So we should watch for him?’

‘If you want. But I seriously doubt he’s going to come around to be discovered by the security guard. We have to trust Anna’s source.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘I think so. He’s not a trained operative. Daylight is easier. He can see what he’s facing. I’m thinking he’s camped somewhere else tonight. He needs his sleep, too.’

‘But why not go to the CIA already?’

‘He must have a reason. He’s in control of the meeting. We know he wanted to spend time with his mom, but she kicked him out onto the curb and he lost his hiding place. So he might be seeing another friend, he might be studying the evidence he’s got against Novem Soles and – I don’t know – building his case. He could be making this up as he goes along. Don’t hackers improvise?’

We didn’t have an unobstructed view of the Ming building. We could see the back alley approaches to it, but not the entrance itself. The angle was impossible. I kept watching the black, boarded windows, for any seep of light, but there was none.

I left her at the window and lay down on the bed. My head ached. My eye hurt. Sleep. Just for an hour or two, I thought. ‘When you got Mrs Ming away during the fight… ’

‘I wasn’t trying to abandon you. But only she could tell us where Jack was. So I thought.’

‘Your focus is admirable,’ I said.

‘So is yours,’ Leonie said softly. ‘You killed that man.’

‘Yes.’ I kept my eyes closed. ‘Is it upsetting?’

‘You should hope not. I have to do it again tomorrow.’

We listened to the distant hum of traffic, the breathing of New York. ‘If only we’d caught Jack at his mother’s house.’

‘I got to see his room. He’s just a kid, in many ways.’

‘Not in any ways that matter. Don’t you start to feel sorry for him.’

‘I’ll feel what I like, thank you,’ I said. I thought I should have kept my mouth shut. All I did by showing sympathy to our target was increase Leonie’s distrust of me.

‘I knew a man who killed. It never, ever bothered him.’

I opened an eye. ‘Did you help him disappear, too? Give him a new identity?’

‘No. I gave myself one, to get away from him.’ She sat huddled by the window, knees drawn up to her chin. ‘I left him because he didn’t want kids. Too much of a hassle with his… work.’

‘Leonie.’ I wondered if it was her real name. It didn’t matter. I wouldn’t ever see her again when this was done.

‘I mean, you know, I could have had a killer as the father of my kids. There’s a wise choice. What a laugh he would have been at careers day.’