‘All right,’ Evan said quietly.
‘I’m surprised, Evan. I had you pegged as more self-involved.’
‘I find out what was in the files my mom stole, I don’t just get a negotiating tool to get my dad back. I find out the truth about who they are. Who I am.’
Bedford gave him a smile. ‘That’s true. It could be the first step in having your life back.’
‘I don’t have my laptop, it got left behind when I escaped from Gabriel’s house, but I have my music player… it contained the files my mother sent, I think, but I couldn’t decode the files again when I downloaded them a second time. And the player was in my pocket when I jumped in the water in the zoo. It’s ruined.’
‘Give it to me. We’ll try.’
‘I have a passport that Gabriel provided. South African.’ Evan pulled it from his shoe. ‘I had other passports, but they got left behind in my motel room in New Orleans.’ He supposed Shadey took them when he fled.
Bedford studied the passport, handed it back, gave him a critical look. ‘We can improve your hair colour. Change your eyes. Do a new photo. It’s probably best the world still thinks you’re missing. You’d be besieged by the media if you surfaced right now.’
‘All right.’
‘Evan. Understand this. One mistake and you’re dead.
Your father’s dead. And worse – the Deeps get away with everything.’
26
C arrie was awake when Evan returned to her room. The guard shut the door behind him, left them alone.
‘Hey. How are you feeling?’ he asked. A dinner tray of comfort food sat before her: chicken soup, mashed potatoes, a chocolate shake, glass of ice water. Mostly untouched.
‘You’re not hungry?’ He wasn’t sure how to start this conversation. She had been unconscious much of the time on the fast flight out of New Orleans, and he couldn’t talk to her in front of the CIA guys.
‘Not really.’
‘Bedford said your wound wasn’t too bad.’
Color touched her cheeks. ‘More gouge than bullet hole. It caught the top of my shoulder. It’s sore and stiff but I’m feeling better.’
He sat in the chair, bolted to the floor, at the foot of her bed. ‘Thank you. For saving my life.’
‘You saved mine. Thanks.’
Awkward silence again.
He got up and sat on the bed next to her. ‘I just don’t know what to believe right now. I don’t know who to trust.’ He heard Shadey’s words in his head: Don’t trust unless you must. Maybe Carrie had spotted Shadey in the crowd – recognized him from Ounce of Trouble – but she still made no mention to Bedford. Protecting his friend. Showing him, through her silence, that she could be trusted. He didn’t dare mention Shadey’s name – the room was probably bugged. He just hoped Shadey was safe and lying low.
‘Trust yourself,’ Carrie said. Now she looked at the tangle of sheet around her waist.
‘Not you?’
‘I can’t tell you what to do. I have no right.’
‘Bedford says you’ll want to help me get my dad back.’
‘Yes.’
‘At great risk to yourself.’
‘Life is nothing but risk.’
‘You don’t have anything to prove to me.’
‘You and your father are the best hope we have of breaking them. It’s not a matter of force. It’s a matter of subtlety. That’s all I want, Jargo broken. And for you to be safe.’
He leaned forward. ‘Listen. You don’t have to play a role anymore. You don’t have to pretend to love me. Or even like me. I’ll be fine.’
‘Don’t sell yourself short, Evan. You’re easier to love than you think.’
His face felt hot. ‘Why didn’t you just tell me the truth?’
‘I couldn’t put you in that danger. Jargo would have killed you.’
‘And you would have lost your chance to take him down.’
‘But you’re more important to me than Jargo.’ She closed her eyes. ‘I didn’t let myself get close to anyone after my parents died. You were the first.’
He held her hands. ‘Bedford says Jargo killed your folks.’
‘I don’t know who actually pulled the trigger. One of the other Deeps or a hired hit man. Jargo wouldn’t soil his hands. He made sure I was with him and Dezz when it happened. He wanted me to be sure that I thought the CIA was responsible.’
‘Tell me about your parents.’
She stared at him. ‘Why?’
‘Because now you and I do have truly a lot in common.’
‘I’m sorry, Evan. I’m so sorry.’
‘Tell me about your folks.’
She let go of his hands, knotted the sheets with her fingers. ‘My mother wasn’t involved with the Deeps. She was an advertising copywriter for a small firm that did direct mail. She was pretty and kind and funny – just a really great mom. I was an only child, so I was her everything. She loved me very much. I loved her. Jargo killed her when he killed my father. That’s about it.’
‘And your dad?’
‘He worked for Jargo. I thought he had his own corporate security firm.’ She took a sip of water. ‘I suspect he mostly did corporate espionage – finding people inside companies willing to sell secrets. Or setting up compromising situations where they were forced to sell.’
‘Did your mother know?’
‘No. She wouldn’t have stayed married to him. He lived a life we didn’t know about.’
‘How long ago did they die?’
‘Fourteen months. Jargo decided my father had betrayed him, and he killed them both. It was made to look like a robbery. Jargo stole their wedding rings, my dad’s wallet.’ She closed her eyes. ‘I was already working for Jargo. Through my dad. He recruited me.’
‘Jesus. Why would your father have drawn you into this mess?’
She looked at him with haunted eyes. ‘I don’t know why… I assume he thought it was good money, better than I was making. I have a degree in criminal justice from the University of Illinois, I went into police work… he told me I could make a lot more money doing “corporate security.”’ She drew quote marks with her fingers around the last two words.
‘What kind of work did you do?’
‘Low-level stuff. I’d be the go-between from Jargo to other agents or client contacts. I filled dead drops – you know, secret places where you leave documents and the client picks them up. I never even saw Jargo or the client’s contact. I never got the location of the dead drop until the last minute, so it was much more difficult for Bricklayer to watch. I hadn’t done a job for Jargo in three months when he ordered me to Houston.’
‘Bedford says you came to him to fight Jargo.’
‘I never bought the robbery story… my father was trained to fight, he wouldn’t be taken so easily. I was on a job in Mexico City and I went to the embassy. They put me in touch with a CIA official, he got Bedford down fast on a plane. He asked me to stay in place, keep working for Jargo, feed them what information I could. But it was hard. I wanted out. I wanted to shoot Jargo dead. I’ve wanted to kill Dezz. But Bedford ordered me not to – we needed to wrap up the whole network, and their clients. I kill them, another Deep simply takes over and we’re back to square one.’
‘I still don’t see why they can’t put their hands on this guy.’
‘Evan. He’s extraordinarily careful, and he’s been doing this a long time. I’d get my instructions – encoded – in what would look like an innocent e-mail. Then I’d pick up from a dead drop the materials for the client that another Deep had stolen, go to a second dead drop, often in another city or country, and leave them. If the CIA picked up whoever picked up the goods, Jargo would know his network was blown, and we wouldn’t get any closer. The best the CIA could do was to replace the information I was dropping off with data that was similar but not quite right. He never uses the same e-mail twice. Never the same base of operations twice. Everything is handled through third-party companies that are simply fronts, and as much with cash as he can. He’s really, really hard to stop. He’s killed four people in the past few days.’ Tears threatened her eyes. ‘I thought I could do it alone, but I couldn’t.’
He kissed the top of her hands and put her hands back onto the blanket. ‘I’m going to find the files my mom stole. Jargo still has my father, I’m getting him back. Do you know where he is?’