“But—”
“But what?” I demanded, not letting him cut me off. “All I had to worry about was getting my mother out. I didn’t have to worry about you, because I knew Sean would keep you safe—would die to protect you, if he had to. I knew exactly how he was going to react because he’s always the absolute professional and that makes him utterly dependable when the chips are down.”
I stalked forwards, got right in his face and took mean satisfaction in the way he flinched back. “If he’d come back for me, there was a chance he might have just got in my way, cluttered my backgrounds when I was taking a shot. As it was, I knew Sean had my back, but not at the expense of yours.”
I paused, took a breath that went in fine but came out less steady than I would have liked. “If things had been reversed, if it had been you stuck in that car, and we’d got my mother out, I would have taken her and run, just the same,” I went on. “And, if I had, would you now be accusing me of cowardice?”
“No,” he said, low. “Of course not.”
“Well, halle-bloody-lujah,” I threw back at him. “Are you really so blinded against Sean you can’t see anything good in him?”
My father paused, brow creased in concentration. “I’m never going to be able to think of it as normal behavior,” he said at last, slowly, “that he’s prepared to kill or die for a stranger.”
I hate to break this to you, Daddy dear, but so am I.
I sighed, a long expulsion of air that did nothing to allay my frustration. “Well, try not to think about it, then,” I said tiredly. “Why don’t you just settle for being fucking grateful instead?”
CHAPTER 24
When we’d cleaned up, I called Parker’s office in New York from the little payphone outside the gas station. The line was faint and I had to stick one finger into my ear whenever there was traffic so I could hear the other end of the conversation.
To begin with, Bill Rendelson was very reluctant to put me through, but that was par for the course with Bill. And as soon as Parker himself came on the line, I knew we were in trouble.
“Charlie!” he said, a little too brightly. “Where are you?”
I took a moment to answer, raising an eyebrow at Sean, who was standing alongside me, listening in as best he could. He gave a brief shake of his head.
“Somewhere safe—for the moment,” I said cautiously. “Listen, we found out the hospital severely modified Dr. Lee’s medical records. There’s no mention of Storax or the treatment he was on. They’re saying the fall killed him—indirectly, of course. My father reckons it’s all bullshit.”
“Great,” Parker said mechanically, and my trace of uncertainty solidified. “I’m sure Collingwood will check it out. Charlie, we need you to come in—you and Sean and your parents. Can you do that?”
“No—sorry,” I said without regret. “Not until we find out whose side everybody’s on. At the moment, there are too many loose ends flapping around. Not least of which are our old friends Vondie Blaylock and Don Kaminski.”
Parker sighed loud enough for us both to hear. “What about them?” he asked, but there was a little more steel and snap to his voice.
“She just threw a great party in the middle of the road and invited us to dance,” I said, keeping my own tone laconic, casual. “We declined. I imagine the car-rental people are going to be all over you sometime soon about what’s left of the Navigator we hired, though—seeing as it was secured on the company credit card.”
“Totaled, huh?”
“Totally,” I agreed cheerfully. “And I’m afraid I had to get serious with our old friend Don Kaminski, but he was pointing a gun at my mother at the time. My father treated him at the scene, and he informs me he might even make it. Vondie, incidentally, bravely ran away and left him to die.”
“Dammit, Charlie, you can’t go around killing people.”
“I can when they’re having a bloody good go at killing us first,” I shot back. “Of course, we realize that by the time Vondie puts in any kind of official report, we’ll be the villains of the piece, but whether she’s believed or not rather depends on whether she’s working with Collingwood, or in spite of him.” I let that one sink for a moment, then asked softly, “Which is it, Parker?”
“Why don’t you ask him yourself,” Parker said calmly, “seeing as he’s right here?”
The phone went quiet for a moment. I jammed the receiver hard against my ear and heard increasingly frantic muttering going on at the other end, like Parker was holding the phone out to someone, trying to persuade them to take hold of it, and they weren’t keen on the idea.
Eventually, I heard a slight rattle, the uncomfortable clearing of a throat.
“Mr. Collingwood,” I said. “How is Vondie after her failed ambush? And the guy with the limp?”
“Vonda,” Collingwood corrected automatically. “And how would I know that?”
“Because she’s either got some rich uncle who’s funding her in a little private enterprise, or she’s using Uncle Sam’s money instead,” I said. “One way or another, she’s not working alone in all this.”
Collingwood said nothing. I suppose, looking at things from his point of view, there wasn’t much he could say. I imagined they were recording this phone call, and on tape was the last place he’d choose to say something that might come back to haunt him under oath.
“There is another alternative, of course,” I said. “And that’s the possibility that you are totally incompetent.”
He was cool enough to swallow the insult and not allow much more than a touch of irritation to creep through into his tone. “And just how, exactly, do you work that one out?”
“You told us there was an internal inquiry scheduled for Vondie as soon as she got back from leave,” I said.
“That’s correct.”
“So how come she’s just managed to turn up in sunny Massachusetts, armed, with a backup crew, when you’re supposed to be reining her in?” I asked mildly. “Either that’s down to the fact you’re crap at your job, Mr. Collingwood, or she’s merely following orders—your orders.”
There was an even longer pause this time and Sean began to make “Wind it up” motions, tapping the face of his Breitling. I nodded to him.
“I take your silence to mean you’re having difficulty defending your position, Mr. Collingwood,” I said. “Or difficulty tracing this call. One or the other.”
“Give it up, Charlie,” Collingwood shot back. “Like I said before, I can make things damn near impossible for you out there. And now you’ve injured two men—shot them with an illegally carried gun. You a poker player?’
“No,” I said, “I’m not.”
“Shame,” he said. “’Cause I was just gonna come out with a clever analogy about you bluffing with an empty hand. You got nothing but trouble coming your way if you don’t turn yourselves in now. You have zip to bargain with.”
“Not happening,” I said. “Just one last thing, though, Collingwood.”
“And what’s that?”
“How did you know how many people I’d shot and injured, unless you’ve talked to your agent in the last half an hour?”
And when he didn’t answer, I hung up with a sharp snick.
Sean raised an eyebrow in my direction. “So Collingwood’s crooked.”
“As a dog’s hind leg, by the looks of things,” I said, rubbing a tired hand round the back of my neck.