“You tell Gerry anything and I’ll blood-eagle your ass.”
“Nice Vikings reference, Jack.”
“I try. And by the way, I’m not effing kidding.”
Silence on Gavin’s end. Finally, “Okay. I’ll keep quiet — for now.”
“One more favor. Can you ping Paul’s phone?”
“Why? Did he lose it?”
“You ask too many questions.”
“Gimme a second.”
Jack heard keys tapping on the other end of the line.
“Found it.”
“Where?”
“About fifteen feet behind you, and to your left.”
Jack headed for the kitchen. Paul’s phone was on the counter. The text display read Hendley Associates. Jack turned it off.
“Find it, Jack?”
“Yeah. Now help me find Paul.”
Gavin muted the Bluetooth device planted in his ear as he thumped across his office floor with his booted broken foot, checking the hallway to make sure no one had been listening. He shut his door.
He wasn’t sure what he should tell Jack about Paul. Neither Paul nor Jack knew that he’d been working for both of them. In fact, Paul had demanded he not tell Jack about their working together in order to protect Jack. Isn’t that why Paul had him send that capture software?
But now it was Paul who was in trouble. And maybe he was to blame.
“Gavin? You there?” Jack spoke in his earpiece.
Gavin unmuted. “Yeah, Jack. I’m here.”
“Did you hear what I said? I need you to help me find Paul.”
“Yeah, I heard you.”
Jack was silent for a moment. “What aren’t you telling me, Gavin?”
Gavin fell into his chair. “Paul and I were working on a project together.”
“You mean apart from his work in Singapore?”
“Mmm, not exactly.”
“What exactly?”
“Paul asked me to write him a piece of capture software.”
“Capture software? To capture what?”
“He never said. But it was something on a USB. An encryption code.”
“Why?”
“He didn’t say.”
“And you just wrote it for him? Hell, Gavin, if I’d known you had that much spare time, I could’ve found something interesting for you to do.”
“Technically, I didn’t write it. I mean, I jazzed it up a little, but the main code I got from somewhere else.”
“So tell me why you got this for him again?”
“Paul told me he was worried that the woman you’re having sex with is a Chinese spy.”
Jack stared at the phone, his face flushed with heat. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not sleeping with anybody.”
“Paul said you were sleeping with Lian Fairchild.”
“That’s complete bullshit.”
“I’ve seen her picture, Jack. She’s a looker.”
“Shut your piehole, Gavin. I’m out here to do a job, not a girl. I’m telling you, there’s nothing going on between us.”
“Paul thought there was, and that maybe she was working for the ChiComs.”
“Why didn’t Paul tell me he thought she was working for the Chinese?”
“He thought you were sweet on her, and he wasn’t sure she was a Red. He was looking for proof. At least, that’s what he told me.”
“And that’s what the capture software was all about?”
“That’s what he told me.”
“And you believed him?”
“Why shouldn’t I? Besides, he was just trying to protect you. So was I.”
Jack’s temperature dropped, his anger morphing into regret. “Yeah, I guess so. And you’re right, she’s a looker. But no, I wasn’t banging her, and I’m pretty sure she isn’t a Chinese spy.”
“But you had a run-in with at least four of them now. So Paul’s instincts were right.”
Jack glanced around at the destroyed living room. “Paul’s instincts have gotten him into big trouble. Without his phone, there isn’t any way to track him, is there?”
“No. Well, one.”
“Tell me.”
“Give me a minute. Hold on.”
Jack heard the phone click. He wondered what Gavin was up to. Jack paced the living room floor, his eyes scanning for clues. He racked his brain. There was something needling him. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Gavin was right. He had been dealing with some real characters the last few days. First the Aussies, then the Chinese — the guards at the first warehouse, and then the hit team at the second. Not to mention the truck that slammed into his van — who the hell were they? If he had to guess, the Chinese drove that, too. According to Lian, the Aussies were just street punks, not operators. But they might have been sent by somebody, including the Chinese.
Or were the Chinese working for somebody else?
Something about the white Australians was bugging him. Most of the Caucasians he’d bumped into in Singapore were tourists; a few were businessmen. Jack scratched his head. But… wasn’t there somebody else?
Yeah. A blond guy, shouting into a phone. Where was he?
Jack shut his eyes tightly, trying to play the videotape in his head. It was dark, then a flash of light. That’s when he saw the blond shouting into a phone. That’s right — a van. A Toyota van. And sitting next to him, the Turk with the bushy unibrow, staring back at Jack. The night Jack drove to the warehouse, he passed the Toyota van on the way there, parked in the opposite direction.
Wait! The license plate. What was it? Jack rewound the tape. The lightning flashed, snapping the fleeting image like a photo in his mind. He saw it clearly. White letters on a black plate. A partial. SAM 00.
The phone clicked on.
“Jack, it’s Gerry Hendley on speakerphone.”
Oh, shit.
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Hey, Gerry.”
“Don’t ‘Hey, Gerry’ me, Jack. What in the Sam Hill have you gotten yourself into?”
Great question, Jack said to himself. “You said to come down here and kick the tires. I guess the tires have been kicking back.”
“What’s this about Paul going missing?”
“Yeah, he’s not here, and he doesn’t have his phone.”
“You think he’s in trouble?”
Jack glanced down at the rubble. He lied. “Hard to say. But it’s not like him to leave his phone and not tell me where he’s going.”
“Do you want me to dispatch Dom and Midas over to you to lend a hand?”
“No point to it. They’re at least twenty-four hours away, and they can’t do anything more than Gavin and I can. Besides, the airport is shutting down until the storm passes.”
“We don’t want to call the Singapore police if we can help it. Senator Rhodes wants us to stay off the radar if at all possible. But Paul’s safety is more important than the mission.”
“Agreed. I still think it’s too early for that.”
“I’m going to call Mary Pat Foley. She has resources near you.”
Jack’s jaw clenched. Gerry was spinning this thing up. The CIA chief of station was located in the U.S. embassy across town. Jack was certain they had their hands full with all of the Chinese activity in Singapore. He hated to pull them off their work if he could solve the problem himself. He also needed to prove to Gerry that he could handle it. He still remembered the stinging rebuke he received from Gerry after the Prague mission went tits-up. He already felt as if Gerry was trying to sideline him with this gig. Jack worried about his future with The Campus if Gerry thought he couldn’t handle a white-side assignment, either.
“Give me an hour before you make that call, Gerry. I have an angle that Gavin and I can work. If it doesn’t, we’ll call in the cavalry for sure.”