The Hit

“You’re the only one who can ultimately answer that.”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to answer it.”

“There is some good news.”

“What?”

“Janet DiCarlo came out of her coma.”

Reel’s eyes widened. “Robie, there might be others out there. If they know that, she’ll be dead in—”

He held up his hand. “No she won’t.”

“Why?”

“Cerebral hemorrhage. She’s not...she’ll never be the same as she once was.”

“And that’s good news?”

“She’ll get to live.” He paused. “Would you like to see her?”

Reel nodded.

Two hours later they stood at the bedside of Janet DiCarlo. Her head had been shaved and deep suture marks were stamped on her scalp where major surgery had been performed to relieve pressure on her brain. Her eyes were open and she stared up at them.

Reel reached out and took her hand. “Hello, Janet,” she said in a husky voice. “Do you remember me?”

DiCarlo stared up, but no recognition came to her features.

“My name is—” Reel broke off. “I’m just a friend. An old friend who you helped a long time ago.”

Reel looked down when DiCarlo squeezed her fingers. Reel smiled.

“You’re going to be okay,” she said.

Reel looked over at Robie. “We’re going to be okay.”

No we’re not, thought Robie.

A few seconds later his cell phone buzzed. He looked down at the screen. The message was short but definitely to the point.

Theywere being summoned.

And now it starts.

CHAPTER

82

THE CONFERENCE ROOM SEEMED TOO small to hold everyone who was there. On one side of the table sat Robie and Reel. On the other side were Evan Tucker, Blue Man, and the acting APNSA, Josh Potter, who was much younger than Gus Whitcomb, barely fifty. Robie didn’t envy his coming into this situation.

Tucker slid a USB stick across the table. Robie and Reel looked at it, but neither made a move to pick it up.

Tucker said, “New mission.”

“For both of you,” added Potter.

Tucker said, “We’re giving you a second chance, Reel.”

“I never asked for one.”

“Let me put it this way. We’re giving you your onlychance. You murdered two people from the CIA, for God’s sake. You should be in prison. Do you know how unbelievably generous this offer is?”

Potter cleared his throat and sat forward. “Let me just say that these are extraordinary conditions and that everyone here is under enormous stress. As the new man in the loop I also want to say that putting this behind us is a priority. I think we can all agree on that.”

Reel said, “Gelder and Jacobs were traitors. I just didn’t wait for the sanction order. I’m sure it would have been forthcoming.”

Blue Man added, “And the agency has uncovered evidence tying both of them to the plot. Sam Kent left files behind. So what Ms. Reel did was serve her country.”

“Bullshit!” snapped Tucker. “You are a murderer, Reel, nothing will ever change that.”

“Your objection is duly noted, Director,” said Potter in a calming tone. “But the ‘offer’ has been authorized at a level above any in this room. So let’s just focus on that instead of exercising histrionics.”

Robie was not looking at Tucker or Potter. He was looking at Blue Man.

And Blue Man was doodling on a piece of paper.

Robie did not take this as a good sign.

Robie said, “Can we get a preview?”

“Like I said, a second chance,” replied Tucker. “Ahmadi? Syria? He’s still there. We need him taken care of.”

“Little dicey to go in now,” said Robie.

“If she had done her job before instead of shooting Doug Jacobs in the back, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” barked Tucker. “It’s gotten to the critical stage. We believe that Ahmadi is partnering with al-Qaeda and will soon offer them training, resources, and official cover into other countries if he comes to power, which looks likely. That obviously can’t be allowed to happen.”

“So we both go?” said Reel, watching Tucker.

He spread his hands. “Like Robie said, it’s dicey right now. We believe the odds of success a re increased with both of you going in.”

“Which of us takes the shot?” asked Robie.

Potter pointed at Reel. “She does. You’re the spotter.”

“She has to finish the mission, Robie,” added Tucker. “That is the official deal. She does that, as far as this country is concerned, the slate is wiped clean.”

“I’d like that in writing,” said Reel.

“In writing?” Tucker scoffed. “Where the hell are you coming from asking for that?”

“From a place called ‘I don’t trust you,’” she answered.

“You don’t have a damn choice,” thundered Tucker.

Potter held up a hand. “Look, maybe we can accommodate you.”

“Whatever you want to call it, I don’t care. All I want is someone really high up’s ass on the line that says you will honor the deal.”

“We could put you in prison,” said Tucker. “So how about you go kill Ahmadi and our ‘agreement’ is you don’t rot in a jail cell?”

Reel looked at Potter. “So accommodate me.”

“How high up do you want the signatory to be?” asked Potter.

“Way higher than either of you,” she said.

“That is a short list.”

“And don’t I know it.”

Potter looked at Tucker, who sat back, folded his arms across his chest, rocked back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling, looking for all the world like an overgrown child who had just had his crayons taken away.

“Okay,” said Potter. “Consider it done.”

Reel scooped up the USB stick. “Nice haggling with you.”

She and Robie started to leave.

“Robie, hold up,” said Tucker. “We have matters to discuss with you separate from this.”

Reel looked at Robie and shrugged. “I’ll be outside.”

She left.

Tucker motioned for Robie to retake his seat. “She’s a liability.”

“I don’t see it that way,” said Robie. “And why are you really sending me along? She doesn’t need a spotter.”

“Because you are to make sure that she comes back. She is going to be held responsible for her crimes,” said Tucker.

“You mean for killing traitors?”

“I mean for murdering two of my people.”

“And the deal you gave her?”

Tucker looked triumphant. “There is no deal.”

Robie glanced at Potter. “You just told her there was a deal.”

Potter looked uncomfortable. “I’m usually a man of my word, Robie. But this is out of my hands.”

Tucker pointed a finger at Robie. “And just to be clear, if you tell her the truth your ass will be in a prison cell until the day you die. We’ve got you on all sorts of aiding and abetting the enemy, meaning Jessica Reel.”

Robie looked over at Blue Man, who was still doodling on his paper. “What do you think about this?” he asked him.

Blue Man looked up, thought for a moment. “I think you should go. And do your duty.”

Robie and Blue Man gazed at each other for a long moment. Then Robie rose. “See you on the other side,” he said, before going out the door.

Blue Man caught up with him before he left the building.

“Was that bullshit back there from you?” Robie asked.

“It was actually the best advice I could give you under the circumstances.” He put out his hand. “Good luck.”

Robie hesitated and then shook it.

Blue Man walked off and Robie left the building.

Reel was waiting for him at his car. They got in.