“Listen to me. If that goes off by accident, you’ll kill me. If you don’t want to kill me, point it toward the floor.”
I didn’t think she wanted to kill me, but I also didn’t think intent mattered at that moment. How light the trigger was, how twitchy her finger, how good or bad her aim-those were the things that mattered, and the longer she held the gun on me, the greater the chance that something would go wrong.
“How did you find me?”
“Your cell phone has a chip in it.”
“Who put it there?” She pushed the.45 at me, and I couldn’t help but turn my head slightly, away from the wrong end of that terrible weapon. Not that it would help much. Instead of blowing my face off, the blast would simply blow away the side of my head.
“Samsung…Nokia…Motorola…” She glared at me. “They come that way. We got your number from Gary, and we tracked you with the chip.”
I watched out of the corner of my eye as she began, very slowly, to lower her arms. I felt the pistol’s sight track down my body. Given the way my luck was running, I expected to be shot through the knee any second. When I was finally out of the bull’s-eye, I peeled my tongue off the roof of my mouth.
“Decock it, please.”
She did. Without even thinking, I was on her. I couldn’t have stopped if I’d tried. I grabbed the revolver and wrenched it out of her delicate hand. With her other delicate hand, she tried to gouge out my eyes. She wasn’t very big, and I was really mad, so it was easy to spin her around and give her a hard shove out the door. She ended up sprawled facedown across the bed.
“You bitch.” She said it with her face in the mattress. “You lying bitch. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you.” She was strangely calm, almost resigned. When she started to turn and sit up, I pulled the Glock again and pointed it at her, but I kept the safety on. Harvey wouldn’t like it if I shot the love of his life, accidentally or otherwise.
“Put your hands on top of your head, Rachel.” I waited until she sat up and complied before flipping open the cylinder on the.45 and shaking the cartridges out into my palm. I put the gun in the sink and the cartridges in my pocket.
“Can I put my hands down?”
“If you sit on them.” She rolled her eyes but slid her hands, palms down, under her knees.
I found a wall switch and turned on the overhead lights. “How did you know I was here?”
“I heard a noise,” she said.
Not as stealthy as I thought, perhaps. I was soaking wet from the steam and a little shaky from having nearly died but otherwise okay. I pulled the stiff-backed chair away from the desk, dragged it over to face her, and sat down. We each took in a deep breath. I wanted to start over again. I did not, however, want any more surprises.
“Where are the people who own this house?”
“In Thailand for three months. They don’t even know I’m here.”
“Why are you still here? Why didn’t you leave town?”
She sniffed. “I didn’t have anyplace to go.”
“No family? No friends to take you in?”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m a hot commodity. For the first time in my life, everyone wants me. I can’t bring that into the homes of my family or my friends.”
“You didn’t have any trouble bringing it into Harvey’s home.”
She leveled her shoulders and smiled. “Harvey gets me. He understands me, and he likes helping me. It makes him happy.”
If that were true, Harvey must have been deliriously happy. “He’s home recovering from his abduction, in case you’re interested.”
“His ab-” She stopped herself, but not before her face had betrayed the slightest bit of surprise. I had been hoping for concern.
“Are you telling me you didn’t know that your friend Drazen Tishchenko sent people to pick him up?”
“My friend?”
“You brought Drazen into Betelco for a little postmodern plundering. Maybe that makes you more like professional colleagues.”
“How do you know about Drazen?”
“We had a power breakfast this morning. He’s looking for the person who killed his brother. That would be you, wouldn’t it?”
She tried to act blasé, but her fluttering eyelids betrayed her. Her expression then proceeded to anger as she must have figured out who had told me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. As far as I know, Roger Fratello killed Vladi.”
“Lucky for you, Drazen still thinks so. Now get your stuff together. We’re going.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Would you rather talk with the FBI, because that’s an option, too?”
She hooted. “Do you think the FBI scares me? The F-B-eyyyye can’t even protect themselves from Drazen. I’m going to trust them to protect me? No, thank you. I grew up near Red Hook. I know what they can do, these people. They’re animals.” She shook her head, and the laughter stopped. “They’re animals.”
“So I’ve heard.”
She blinked a few times as if an eyelash might have drifted across her cornea. She found a spot over my head to stare at. “Did they hurt Harvey?”
“Not physically. Emotionally, he’s pretty beat up.”
Without ever breaking her gaze, she used her pinkie to flick something from the corner of her eye, pulling her hand from under her knee to do it. I let it go. There was a shred of compassionate concern down deep somewhere. It made her almost human.
I stood up and pushed the chair back in place. “Get your stuff together. We’re leaving.”
“Where are we going?”
“Back to Harvey’s. I can keep you safe there while the three of us figure this out.”
“Figure what out?”
“The first thing we need to do is find Roger Fratello. Then we’ll figure out how to keep everyone alive, starting with Harvey and me.”
“Why would we look for Roger?”
“Because if I don’t find him, Drazen will kill Harvey.”
“But if you do-”
“I know. He’ll spill the beans on you. I’ve got all that.” I started to tell her that Harvey was willing to take her place with Drazen but figured that was information she might be tempted to act on. Better to remove all temptation.
When I looked at her again, I could tell she was running through her options and handicapping each one. She raised a thumbnail to her lips and started plucking at a front tooth. It made a hollow, snapping sound. “I need some guarantees before I help you.”
More conditions. Everyone had conditions. “What guarantees?”
“What do you think? I need you to guarantee that Drazen won’t kill me. Otherwise, think about it. What would be the point of helping you?”
More thumbnail plucking. She seemed truly frightened, so I walked to the bed and sat beside her.
“Rachel, we all have secrets. I think it’s fair to say the one you and Harvey have been sitting on is bigger than most. Now that I know the truth, there is one guarantee I can make you.”
She tilted her head back and looked at me through half-closed eyes. “I’m listening.”
“If it comes down to turning Harvey over to Drazen or turning you over, it will be you. I guarantee it. Now, let’s go.”
Rachel could really move when she wanted to. We were out of there in two minutes. I had to help her get her bag down the stairs, which made me wonder how she’d gotten it up. Then she had to go into the office to get her cell phone, which she had left charging next to the computer.
“Would you quit turning all the lights on?” I followed along behind her, turning them off. We were almost out the door when she remembered she’d left her Thyroxine up in the medicine cabinet. As she was coming down the stairs, the lights went out.
“Hey,” she said, cranking up the decibels along with the belligerence level. “At least let me get down the damn stairs, wouldya?”
“Be quiet.”