Gauze encircled his forehead, running down over his right eye and covering the whole right side of his head, including the ear. Not as neat as the doc’s had been, but it would do.
He thought of Poppy and the hot surge of hate and rage made his pain recede a little. This was all her doing. What’d she think she was up to? Shooting him and running off with the kid. What was going on in her crazy head? When he got hold of her…
He could still see the look in her eyes as she’d pulled the trigger. She was crazy, that bitch. And she’d damn near killed him. A fucking broad had got the best of him. How the hell had he let that happen? Sure, he’d been groggy from that conk on the head, but still it wasn’t something he’d ever talk about. He could barely face himself.
And Paulie. For the life of him, Snake couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong with Paulie. Such a simple thing to chop off the package’s toe and send it to the father. What was the big fucking deal? Why couldn’t he have just done as he was told?
And why had he got in Snake’s way when he went after the package? Didn’t make any sense. Not at all like Paulie.
Only one explanation: Poppy. She’d done Something to Paulie’s head.
Probably got into some mother thing with the package. Snake remembered the way she’d been cradling the kid when he’d come after her. Yeah. Had to be it. And she’d infected Paulie.
So stupid!
Poppy’s fault. All of this.
His beeper went off again in the next room. Shit, didn’t Salinas ever give up? All right. He couldn’t put it off any longer. He was going to have to call in.
Luckily, things didn’t look near as bad as they really were. Unlikely that Salinas knew anything about the trouble at the Falls Church house. The story of the killing had been on the news, but nothing to connect it to a kidnapping. And no one had mentioned Paulie’s name.
And the Pres was still in Bethesda. Salinas should be happy about that. Sure. He could convince Salinas that he still had the kid and that everything was under control. They could go on stringing Vanduyne along while they waited for Winston to die.
And meanwhile Snake would be scouring the whole goddamn countryside for Poppy and that brat. And when he found her… ohhhh, yes, when he found her…
He’d fantasize later. Right now he had to get to a phone.
2
Decker had been on his way out of W-16 when Razor called. He updated him on the latest developments.
“So John’s in Atlantic City now?”
“Yes, sir. He checked into Bally’s last night. We bugged his room while he was out to dinner. I’m on my way there now myself.”
“Does he really think he can handle this better on his own?”
“Apparently. He hasn’t told us about the phone calls.”
“Well, keep an eye on him. I want you to make sure he gets Katie back unharmed. And I want you to make that happen today. Let me know the instant she’s in safe hands. As soon as you call, I’m out of here. I’m going buggy in this hospital.”
“Yes, sir,” Decker said, trying to sound neutral. He was remembering Vanduyne’s crushed, haunted look as he’d left the Maryland House Friday night. Something must have come through.
“Don’t think I don’t appreciate what John’s going through. Nor that I’m not concerned about Katie. I am. But larger matters are involved here. As soon as I know she’s safe, I can get out in public again and let whoever’s behind this know that they’ve failed.”
“Yes, sir. We’ll do everything we can.”
“And tell John to give me a call at the White House as soon as he gets home with Katie.”
“Will do, sir.” Decker hung up and called Gerry Canney, who was with the surveillance team in A.C.
“Any contact from the woman yet?”
“Nothing. He called his mother and that was it. But we do have a problem.”
“What?”
“His wife. She followed him here.”
“I thought your man was going to box her out like last time.”
“That was the plan. And he was following her when he got jammed behind a truck-bus accident on the turnpike. She slipped past and he was never able to catch up.”
“Do we know where she is?”
“Not exactly, but she’s got to be somewhere in the vicinity of Bally’s. We’re keeping an eye out. If she shows up and looks like she’s going to be trouble, we’ll isolate her.”
“Do that. I don’t want anything to queer the transfer this time. And neither does Razor.”
“You spoke to him?”
“Just got off the phone. He wants this settled today.”
“I hear you.” Decker hung up and headed for Andrews Air Force Base to hop a copter. He’d be in A.C. in a couple of hours. The thought of Vanduyne’s ex wandering around without a tail bothered him. Here it wasn’t even nine a.m. and already something had gone wrong.
What next?
3
“Let me speak to the man.”
“What?” A pause. “Is this… ?”
Snake recognized Gold’s voice, but it sounded strange. Strained.
“Yeah. This is me. Here’s where I am.” Snake began to read off the hotel phone when Gold interrupted him.
“Wait, wait. Let me get a pen.”
What was this? Gold always had a gold Mont Blanc stuck in his shirt pocket. While Snake waited, he took a quick look around the hotel lobby.
The sudden movement brought on another spasm of vertigo. He clung to the phone to keep from rocking. Didn’t want anyone to think he was drunk. They’d boot him out.
The lobby steadied and he saw that no one was paying any attention to him. The combination of a bulky sweatshirt with the hood up, and the largest pair of sunglasses he could find, hid ninety percent of his bandages. Still he felt as if he were carrying a blinking neon sign: Look at me… Look at me…
“Okay,” Gold said. “Got it. Give it to me.” Snake read it off and was about to hang up when Gold spoke again.
“He’s, um, indisposed at the moment, so it might take a little longer for him to get back to you. Be patient.”
Snake had a sudden vision of Salinas on the crapper, his rolls of fat bulging over— He banished the thought. “Okay, fine. I’ll wait.”
“So, um, where’ve you been?” Small talk from Gold—the last thing he needed.
“Busy. What’s it to you?”
“Well, we’ve been paging you for days.”
“You have? Hmmph. Maybe I’d better get my beeper checked. Battery must be low. Haven’t heard a thing.”
“Yeah, you damn well better get it checked. The man has had some important things to discuss with you.”
“Really? I can hardly wait.” Snake depressed the plunger, but kept the phone to his unbandaged ear while he waited for the call back.
The man has had some important things to discuss with you. Snake didn’t like the sound of that. Could Salinas know about the fuckup at the house?
He leaned against the edge of the booth. He wished Salinas would hurry up and call back. And he wished they had seats for these phones. He was feeling weak and shaky, and his head—his goddamn head was killing him.
Come on, Fatso! Let’s get this over with!
And then the phone rang. Snake immediately released the plunger.
“Yeah.”
Salinas’s voice: “Miguel. So good to speak to you. I was worried about you.” Something in the tone sent a chill down Snake’s back. Too calm, too pleasant.
“Why would you be worried?”
“I was not able to find you. You were not answering your pages.”
“Like I told your butt boy, I’ll have to replace the battery.”
“Please do. Now tell me, how is the package faring?”
“The package is fine.”
“Everything is under control?” He knows something, dammit!
“Why do you ask?”
“Because of stories I have heard.” Uh-oh.