Pine grimaced at this. “You had the train stop somehow. Did you put a car on the track or something?”
“Completely irrelevant.”
“Okay, then what do you want?”
Chung reached into his pocket and held up something. “This man.”
He tossed the piece of paper over to Pine, who caught it.
She used her Maglite to look at the object.
It was a photograph.
Of David Roth.
Pine and Blum looked up at Chung.
“I don’t know where he is.”
Again, the Korean moved so fast, Pine had no time to even try to block his blow. She went heels over ass against the wall.
When Blum stood and tried to lash out at Chung, he merely grabbed her wrist and twisted it until Blum cried out in pain and collapsed to the floor, holding her hand and gasping for breath.
Pine slowly sat up, rubbing blood off her mouth.
“I did not come all this way for you to tell me that you do not know things that you do know,” Chung said.
“I’m looking for Roth, it’s true,” said Pine, spitting blood out of her mouth. “But I haven’t found him. Yet.”
“But you have an idea where he is?” said Chung.
“I think I do.”
“Where?”
Pine looked down at Blum. “If I agree to tell you, will you let her go?”
Chung shook his head. “She is not a little girl.”
Blum struggled up and plopped down next to Pine.
“Well, good, because I’m not going anywhere.” Blum brushed off her clothes, set her hands in her lap, and said pleasantly, “Now tell the nice man where you think Mr. Roth is, Agent Pine.”
Pine said nothing.
“Well, then, I guess I’ll have to do the honors.” She looked at Chung. “We believe that Mr. Roth is in Flagstaff. That’s where we’re headed. You already know that because you checked on our tickets.”
“Why this Flagstaff?”
“There’s an FBI office there. It’s the largest one near the Grand Canyon. We think he’s going to turn himself in there.”
“Why turn himself in?” said Chung tightly.
“We think he’s afraid,” said Blum. “He doesn’t want to die. He thinks the FBI can protect him.”
“Can they?” Pine finally said, looking at Chung.
“You ask me? It’s your employer, not mine.”
“Irrelevant to my question,” said Pine, mimicking the Korean’s earlier statements. “I want to know what you think about that.”
Chung mulled this over. “I do not think anyone can protect him. Least of all your people.”
“Well, then we agree on something. Why do you want him?”
“I think it obvious.”
“Not to me, it’s not. Unless you want your nuke back.”
Chung appraised her. “The world is complicated, Agent Pine. Far more complicated than you seem to give it credit to be.”
“I think planting a nuke on American soil and killing a bunch of my fellow citizens is pretty simple, actually. Simply insane! You have every reason to work with me.”
“Why is that?”
“If that nuke goes off, North Korea will cease to exist. We’ll bomb it back into the Stone Age.”
“I completely agree with you.”
Pine was about to say something else, but then simply gaped at him.
Blum found her voice. “You... you agree with that?”
“Of course I do,” said Chung. “Why do you think I’m here?”
Pine said, “Why don’t you explain that to me? Because it doesn’t make any sense.”
“That is not my job to explain things. And if you can’t help me, then...” He shrugged.
“Then what, you kill us? What would be the reason?”
“If I let you live, you will make my task much more difficult.”
“I guess I see your point,” said Pine.
“Your honesty does you justice,” conceded Chung.
“You seem far too nice for this sort of work,” interjected Blum.
“Your observations deceive you, madam,” said Chung. “I am not nice. At all. As, unfortunately, you are about to find out.”
At that moment, the train started up again.
It caught them all off-guard, and Chung stumbled backward a bit.
Pine slumped forward, her head between her knees, as though she were about to be sick.
Her fingers closed around the length of pipe. It was the tool the steward had used to lower the top bunk into place. Earlier, she had seen him slide it into a holder under the bunk after he’d finished making up their beds for the night.
She sat up and delivered a blow with the pipe first to Chung’s hand, knocking the pistol from it, and then striking his jaw.
He staggered backward against the wall.
Holding his face and his back, he straightened just at the moment that Pine hit him with a roundhouse kick, the force of which lifted him off his feet, and he flew against the window of the train car.
He bounced off the glass and catapulted forward at the same moment that Pine lunged for her gun that had fallen off the desk after Chung’s collision with it.
Pine slid along the floor, snatched her gun, hit the wall, turned, and fired.
The shot missed Chung, but smacked into the window and shattered it.
Chung exploded forward and kicked the gun free from Pine’s hand. He followed the kick with a hand strike to her side, which seized up her left side and drove all the air out of her lungs.
Shit, here we go again.
Chung straightened and was about to deliver a crushing kick to Pine’s head when he reeled backward, grabbing his own head.
Blum had hit him with the pipe.
Blood flowing from a gash on his head, he turned and was about to deliver a blow to Blum that would have killed the woman when Pine hit him from behind with a knee to the base of his spine, propelling him forward into the already cracked glass.
As the train picked up speed, Pine planted her legs firmly around Chung’s, pinning them together. At the same time her arms encircled his torso and kept his arms bound to his sides. She levered forward, forcing Chung’s face against the glass.
Pine got her delt under Chung’s right shoulder blade and pushed upward. She gave a heave, and slowly the shorter Korean was lifted off the floor, the toes of his nicked shoes now the only thing touching there. This was remarkably difficult, since Pine could not spread her legs and plant her feet to give herself the leverage to more efficiently lift Chung. She knew that if she allowed his legs an inch of freedom, he would disable her and then kick both of them to death.
She could have had Blum grab one of the guns, but she wasn’t going to make the woman cold-bloodedly shoot the Korean in the head. And she might miss and hit Pine; or since Pine was plastered to the guy, the bullet could pass through Chung and kill her.
But she couldn’t just stand here holding the Korean. That was not sustainable. The plan came together in her head in seconds.
“Carol,” panted Pine. “The window. The... seal.”
Blum looked confused for a moment, but then lurched over, gripped the red lever at the bottom of the window, and pulled it free.
Chung, seeing what they were trying to do, struggled to free himself. He rammed his head backward, catching Pine hard on the chin. Pain rocketed up her face and she winced. But she managed to hold him firmly against the broken glass as Blum pulled the rubber seal free from around the perimeter of the window.
Once that was done, Blum gripped the edge of the glass and tugged hard. It broke free from the wall of the train, slipped sideways, and then fell out of the opening. Air whipped inside the compartment, blowing the curtains straight out.
This was the moment of truth, Pine knew. With the window gone, so was most of her leverage holding him against it. Chung jerked and pulled and bucked, but without his feet being on the floor he couldn’t gain the necessary traction, and without that he lacked the ability to strike out.