Gone Tomorrow

‘End of story,’ Sansom said. ‘I would have to go to the Secretary direct.’

‘Or the President,’ I said.

‘I can’t do either. On the face of it the DoD is currently in hot pursuit of an active al-Qaeda cell. Can’t argue against that, in today’s climate.’

Politics is a minefield. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

‘OK,’ I said. ‘Just as long as I know the shape of the battlefield.’

‘It’s not your battle, strictly speaking.’

‘Jacob Mark will feel better with a little closure.’

‘You’re doing this for Jacob Mark? The feds can give him all the closure he needs.’

‘You think? The feds are nowhere. How long do you want to drag this out?’

‘So are you doing it for Jacob Mark or for me?’

‘I’m doing it for myself.’

‘You’re not involved.’

‘I like a challenge.’

‘There are lots of other challenges in the world.’

‘They made it personal. They sent me that DVD.’

‘Which was tactical. If you react, they win.’

‘No, if I react, they lose.’

‘This isn’t the Wild West.’

‘You got that right. This is the timid West. We need to roll the clock back.’

‘Do you even know where they are?’

Springfield glanced at me.

I said, ‘I’m working on a couple of ideas.’

‘Do you still have an open cha

‘She hasn’t called me since the DVD.’

‘Since she set you up, you mean.’

‘I think she’s going to call again.’

‘Why?’

‘Because she wants to.’

‘She might win. One false step, and you’re her prisoner. You’ll end up telling her what she wants to know.’

I asked him, ‘How many times have you flown commercial since September eleventh?’

He said, ‘Hundreds.’

‘And I bet every single time some small corner of your mind was hoping there were hijackers on board. So you could see them marching up the aisle, so you could jump up and beat the shit out of them. Or die trying.’

Sansom inclined his head and his mouth turned down in a rueful little smile. The first I had seen from him for a long time.

‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘Every single time.’

‘Why?’

‘I would want to protect the airplane.’

‘And you would want to unload your frustrations. And burn off your hate. I know I would. I liked the Twin Towers. I liked the way the world used to be. You know, before. I have no political skills. I’m not a diplomat or a strategist. I know my weaknesses, and I know my strengths. So all in all for a guy like me the chance to meet an active al-Qaeda cell scents pretty much like all my birthdays and Christmases rolled into one.’

‘You’re crazy. This is not a thing to be done alone.’

‘What’s the alternative?’

‘Homeland Security will find them eventually. Then they’ll put something together. NYPD, FBI, SWAT teams, equipment, hundreds of guys.’

‘A huge operation with lots of disparate components.’

‘But carefully pla

‘You been on operations like that before?’

‘Couple of times.’

‘How did they work out for you?’

Sansom didn’t answer.

I said, ‘Alone is always better.’

‘Maybe not,’ Springfield said. ‘We checked on Homeland Security’s computer algorithm. The Hoths brought a large party with them.’

‘How many?’

‘Nineteen men.’

SIXTY-EIGHT

I FINISHED MY BREAKFAST. THE COFFEE POT WAS EMPTY. So I finished my eight-dollar bottle of water and lobbed it end over end towards the trash can. It struck the rim with a hollow plastic sound and bounced out and rolled away across the carpet. Not a good sign, if I were superstitious. But I’m not.

‘Total of nineteen men,’ I said. ‘Four left the country already and two are walking wounded with broken jaws and elbows. That leaves thirteen on active service.’

Sansom said, ‘Broken jaws and elbows? How did that happen?’

‘They were out looking for me. They might be hot shit in the hills with grenade launchers, but scuffling on the streets seems not to be their main strength.’

‘Did you write on their foreheads?’

‘One of them. Why?’

‘The FBI got a call from the Bellevue Emergency room. Two unidentified foreigners were dumped there a beating. One of them had writing on his forehead.

‘Punishment,’ I said. ‘The Hoths must have been displeased with their performance. So they gave them up, to encourage the others.’

‘Ruthless people.’

‘Where are they now?’

‘Secure rooms in the hospital. Because one of them was there before. Some previous emergency at Pe

‘What’s taking them so long? I wrote Lila’s name on his head. I wrote Lila, call me. How many people named Lila is the Bureau interested in right now?’

Sansom shook his head. ‘Give them some credit. The part with the name had been ski

I stepped over and opened the second bottle of eight-dollar water. Took a sip. It tasted good. But no better than two-dollar water. Or free water, from the tap.

‘Thirteen people,’ I said.

‘Plus the Hoths themselves,’ Springfield said.

‘OK, fifteen.’

‘Suicide mission.’

‘We’re all going to die,’ I said. ‘The only questions are how and when.’

‘We can’t actively help you,’ Sansom said. ‘You understand that, right? This is going to end with a minimum of one and a maximum of fifteen homicides on the streets of New York City. We can’t be a part of that. We can’t be within a million miles of it.’

‘Because of politics?’

‘Because of a lot of reasons.’

‘I’m not asking for help.’

‘You’re a maniac.’

‘They’re going to think so.’

‘You got a schedule in mind?’

‘Soon. No sense in waiting.’

‘The minimum one homicide would be you, of course. In which case I wouldn’t know where to look for my photograph.’

‘So keep your fingers crossed for me.’

‘The responsible thing would be for you to tell me now.’

‘No, the responsible thing would be for me to get a job as a school bus driver.’

‘Can I trust you?’

‘To survive?’

‘To keep your word.’

‘What did you learn in Officer Candidate School?’

‘That brother officers are to be trusted. Especially brother officers of equal rank.’

‘There you go, then.’

‘But we weren’t really brothers. We were in very different branches of the service.’

‘You got that right. I was working hard while you were flying all over the world kissing terrorist ass. You didn’t even get a Purple Heart.’

He didn’t answer.

‘Just kidding,’ I said. ‘But you better hope I’m not the first homicide, or you might be hearing that kind of thing all the time.’

‘So tell me now.’

‘I need you watching my back.’

He said, ‘I read your record.’

‘You told me that.’

‘You got your Purple Heart for being blown up by that truck bomb in Beirut. The Marine barracks.’

‘I remember it well.’

‘You got a disfiguring scar.’

‘Want to see it?’

‘No. But you need to remember, that wasn’t the Hoths.’

‘What are you, my therapist?’

‘No. But that doesn’t make my statement any the less true.’

‘I don’t know who it was in Beirut. Nobody does, for sure. But, whoever, they were the Hoths’ brother officers.

‘You’re motivated by revenge. And you still feel guilty about Susan Mark.’

‘So?

‘So you might not be operating at peak efficiency.’

‘Worried about me?’

‘About myself, mainly. I want my photograph back.’

‘You’ll get it.’

‘At least give me a clue where it is.’

‘You know what I know. I figured it out. So you’ll figure it out.’

‘You were a cop. Different skill set.’

‘So you’ll be slower. But it ain’t rocket science.’

‘So what kind of science is it?’

‘Think like a regular person for once. Not like a soldier or a politician.’