Chasing the Night

  “No,” he said definitely. “That’s not going to happen. We’re not going to let Rakovac have her. She may like to work alone, but she’ll have to learn new ways.”

  “Then you talk to her. You have more influence than I do with her. You two have a…connection.”

  “What?”

  “Come on, Joe. It’s there in the open for everyone to see. You’re alike. It’s as if you’re two halves of a whole.” She added quietly, “I’m not trying to make anything of it. I accept it. I like both of those halves, and I don’t believe there’s any threat to me.”

  “You’re damn right there’s not. And I don’t have a connection with anyone but you. You’re all I want or need.”

  She felt a rush of warmth, mixed with relief. It was all very well to be adult and reasonable, but the way she felt about Joe had elements of passion and possessiveness that weren’t at all reasonable. “That’s good to know. But you should still be the one to convince Catherine.”

  “Stubborn. You’re being a little too tolerant. I’d like it more if you were ready to claw her eyes out. It would please the primitive streak in me.” He paused. “Unless you’re trying to get rid of me?”

  She should have known he might have that reaction. Their relationship in the past had had its moments of turbulence, but it had been relatively tranquil sailing recently. “You’re the one who has a right to walk out of our relationship. I’ve given you nothing but frustration and grief since the moment you came into my life when I lost Bonnie.”

  He was silent a moment. “Hell, yes, I’ve been torn apart. I won’t deny it. The good times balance it out.”

  “Sometimes.”

  “Sometimes. But you’re not going to get away from me. I’ll track you down.”

  He wouldn’t have a hard time doing it. She cleared her throat and tried to keep her tone light. “At the moment, your job is to track down Catherine and Rakovac. You’re sending someone to the Danilovsky Market in case she needs help?”

  “Yes, but she’ll kill me if they interfere unless she’s at death’s door. That will be their orders.”

  “Let me know if that satellite comes up aces. Catherine was worried that Rakovac may not keep to the time she set him.”

  “Which would be one big headache for me.”

  “But you can make it work?”

  “I’ll deal with it.” He hung up.

  Rakovac got up from his desk and strolled over to the window to look out at the garden. He was feeling the exultant blood surge through his body. The sun was shining brightly, and it was a good sign that all was going to go well.

  Of course it would. Killing Catherine was the last piece in the scenario that he’d toyed with for the last nine years.

  “Ali Dabala just phoned,” Russo said behind him. “He wants to know why you’ve canceled Philadelphia. He said he wanted Philadelphia.”

  “He wants the whole world. Or at least the entire Christian world.”

  “He said that the city has historical significance for the Americans. He mentioned the Liberty Bell.”

  “Oh, for God’s sake. Screw the Liberty Bell.”

  “He was very adamant. He wants Philadelphia. Why did you cancel it?”

  “Because the baggage handler who was going to do the handoff on the explosives proved unstable. I had a report he was about to break. I couldn’t get a safe substitute at this late date.”

  “Unstable. That’s very dangerous,” Russo said. “What if the man—”

  “I took care of it. They won’t find the baggage handler’s body and the air strikes can go on as planned. I just eliminated Philadelphia from the agenda. Ali Dabala doesn’t need Philadelphia. The operation is going to go off like clockwork. He has enough cities to make him a big man in Islam.”

  “Is that what I’m to tell him? He’ll want to talk to you.”

  “I’m going to be busy today. Take the flack. That’s what I pay you for.”

  “You’re treating me like a servant.” Russo was frowning. “I’ve been very loyal through the years. I’ve done you favors. I’ve given up a lot for you.”

  He stared at him in disbelief. The whining son of a bitch. “And taken a lot in return. You’ll get your payoff as soon as I get mine. Tell Dabala the rest of the cities are golden, and I’ll give my teams in the target cities the go-ahead tomorrow on schedule.” He turned to face him. “Our Catherine has decided to take charge of her fate. She said she’s left the safe haven that Duncan and Quinn provided for her. I’m a bit skeptical, but we’ll see if it turns out to be true. She’s going to be at the Danilovsky Market this afternoon to show me that she’s done as I asked and gotten rid of Duncan and Quinn. It’s almost as if she was throwing down a challenge.” He leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Why don’t you have Borzoi take a few men to go and greet her? She’s extremely competent. It will be amusing to see if they can do the job.”

  “You want her brought here?”

  “I’ll make that decision when I see if they’re able to do it.”

  “You said she didn’t have help.”

  “As far as I know. Again, we’ll have to see.”

  He turned back to the window as Russo left the study. The excitement was growing higher. Tonight. All the years, all the hatred and fear. It was going to end tonight.

  You’re so close I can almost touch you, Catherine. How frantic you must be.

  And desperate if she left the protection of her friends to expose herself in that market.

  He liked the taste of her desperation. It had a bittersweet, coppery flavor.

  Like blood.

  Chapter

  15

  “Two o’clock, Helder,” Joe said on the phone to the NSA satellite-control agent. “Don’t be a second late. I don’t know how long she’s going to be able to hold him on the phone.”

  “It won’t take us more than thirty seconds to zero in and make the trace,” Helder said. “Our satellite is much more sophisticated than your law-enforcement methods. We’ve got everything developed down to a fine state of science.”

  And the men who handled the information gathering of those satellites had developed a fine state of arrogance, Joe thought in annoyance. He glanced down at the dossier on Helder that Venable had provided him. George Helder was in his thirties with slick black hair, triangular face, and dark eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. He had a master’s in Computer Science and had been with the NSA for ten years. He was in Mensa, an ardent cyclist, and was a geek of the highest order.

  Joe had no problem with any of those things. He did have issue with the arrogance. “I’m sure you’ve had opportunities the rest of us peasants weren’t privy to. That’s why we’ve come to you to help us out.”

  “I’m happy you appreciate how valuable we can be. We’ve got you on the schedule for two. We’ve tapped Ms. Ling’s phone, and we’ll be ready. Is there anything else? I’m very busy.”

  Yes, he wished the prick wasn’t so damn egotistical. He’d dealt with too many bureaucrats not to recognize the signs in this NSA controller. “No, as long as we understand each other, and you’re aware how important it is that you cooperate with us.”

  “Cooperate?” Helder said in disbelief. “We’re doing you a favor, Mr. Quinn. Do you know how much of a favor that is? Corporations pay us millions for just a few minutes of our time. You’d be wise not to demand more than we choose to give you.”

  Don’t pop his balloon, Joe told himself. Save the big guns if it became necessary later. “If there are any problems, call and let me know. I’ll straighten them out.”

  And straighten him out.

  It would be a pleasure.

  1:50 P.M.

  Danilovsky Market

  The market was just as crowded and noisy as Catherine had hoped it would be. Located outside the Garden Ring and off the Tulskaya Metro Station, the Danilovsky was one of the most popular open-air markets in the city, and she’d used it before for a meeting place with her contacts. The crowded booths and
vendors hawking their wares, the scent of fresh vegetables and exotic cheeses were all very familiar to her.

  “This is stupid,” Kelsov said roughly as he parked the car at the curb next to the market. “Anyone could sidle up to you in this crowd and slip a stiletto between your ribs. You need someone to watch your back. I’m going with you.”

  “You are not,” Catherine said as she got out of the car. “You’re out of this, Kelsov. The only reason I had you bring me here instead of driving myself was that I wanted to be sure that you still had a car at the house. I didn’t want to leave Eve and Kelly without wheels.”

  “I’m out of this?” His voice was harsh. “No way, Catherine. We’ve worked together for years trying to find a way to kill that bastard. You’re not going to shut me out.”

  “Killing Rakovac was always second on my agenda.”

  “Well, he’s first on mine.”

  “I know,” she said quietly. “And that’s why you’re not going with me. I’ve been fighting everyone to get my chance to save my son, and I won’t have you ruining that chance.”

  He got out of the car. “You won’t have any chance at all if you get your throat cut.”

  “He’s not going to kill me. Not here. Whatever else he plans, it won’t be murder. He’s not through toying with me yet. He’ll call me and tell me how to take the next step in his game plan.” She checked her watch. “And I don’t have time to argue with you. I’ve got to move around that market and make myself seen. It’s 1:55. I get the call from Rakovac at two. I don’t want anyone reporting to him that I didn’t show up.” She started toward the booths. “Take off, Kelsov. I don’t want you seen. Get that car back to Eve and Kelly.”

  He didn’t move.

  She glanced back over her shoulder. “I mean it,” she said softly. “If you blow this for me, you’ll wish you’d never been born. You’re always telling me how miserable that work camp in Siberia was, how they beat you and froze you and made you feel like half a man. I guarantee you’ll think of it as a balmy day camp after I get through with you.”

  He believed her. He was aware of all her lethal capabilities though they had never been aimed at him. “Bitch.”

  She nodded. “I take it our relationship is at an end. I’m sorry, Kelsov. I hoped we might both get what we wanted. It just didn’t work out. One more thing. You take good care of Eve and Kelly, or I’ll track you down and amputate your nuts.” She turned and disappeared into the crowd.

  His hands clenched into fists. He wanted to strike out at her. Strangle her. She was getting close to Rakovac. He knew it.

  Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.

  Go after her?

  No, she had meant what she said. He wouldn’t put it past her to turn on him and give him a karate chop just to prove to any onlooker that he was not supporting her in any way.

  Rage was searing through him. He was losing his chance at Rakovac.

  And all because of that damn kid. He had known her son could screw things up for him, but he’d had to accept Luke if he wanted Catherine’s expertise and dedication.

  Okay, don’t go after her.

  Stay across the street in the vestibule of that butcher shop and watch and wait for her to surface.

  He strode across the street, dodging the pushcarts.

  The butcher shop’s interior was as crowded as the rest of the market. He pressed against the far side of the vestibule to allow people to come and go.

  He tried to smother his anger as he settled down to wait.

  2:05 P.M.

  “She hasn’t gotten the call yet,” Venable said. “Helder just contacted me and wants to know what’s happening.” He added sarcastically, “He tells me time’s money, you know.”

  “He’s only five minutes late so far,” Joe said. “Helder wouldn’t realize that people aren’t robots you can program.” But he was as tense as Venable. “I placed Cal Parkins in the market, and he said she arrived ten minutes ago. She’s moving from booth to booth, and there’s been no sign of aggressive action against her. He hasn’t spotted anyone who appears suspicious.”

  “If he could spot them, Rakovac wouldn’t use them,” Venable said. He was staring at the clock. “Why the hell doesn’t he call her?”

  The butcher shop smelled of sawdust, herbs, fresh salmon, and the sour sweat of the people who were coming and going, Kelsov thought.

  Not pleasant.

  He wanted out of there.

  Where the hell are you, Catherine?

  He’d give her another five minutes, then go into the market after her. He’d talk fast, tell her that he’d go along with anything she wanted, persuade her that he’d had a change of heart.

  It might work.

  It was better than standing here being overwhelmed by this stink. Catherine should be—

  “Excuse me.” Another bulky man was trying to squeeze by him. He must have been three hundred pounds and was dressed in a red sweater, black pants, and a gray cap. “You should not be here. It’s a fine day. Why are you huddled in the corner? Are you ill?”

  Pretty close to it. And this monster of a man wasn’t helping. Get rid of him. He inhaled and pressed even tighter back against the wall. “I’m sorry I’m in your way. Go on past me. I’m fine.”

  “Not ill?” The man asked again with concern.

  “I told you, I’m not—”

  Sharp pain…his wrist…

  2:10 P.M.

  No call.

  Catherine stared blindly down at the odd purple carrot in the bin before her.

  Dammit, why didn’t he call? She had been afraid that she had pushed Rakovac too hard. With her luck, he might decide to call her in a half hour…or not at all.

  “You buy?” The chunky woman at the carrot booth urged. “A special Azerbaijani carrot. Very rare—150 rubles per kilo.”

  Catherine shook her head and moved on.

  Her fifteen-minute window the NSA had given her was almost up. She knew those bastards. It would take a miracle to get them to extend that time.

  Call, Rakovac, she prayed. Call now.

  2:14 P.M.

  “We’re releasing the focus on the Ling phone in one minute,” Helder said when Joe picked up the phone. “This is your official notification.”

  “Is it?” Joe said softly. “How kind of you to let us know.”

  “It’s policy,” Helder said. “We’re not happy. This has been a complete waste of our time.”

  “I believe Venable has informed you that this may be a matter of Homeland Security.”

  “May,” Helder repeated. “Do you know how often we get agencies telling us the same thing? We can’t let every little threat cause us to disrupt our schedule.”

  “I’m sure an important unit like yours is swamped. We’re very grateful.”

  “One minute,” Helder repeated.

  “You don’t care that it’s very likely a national emergency that might kill thousands of citizens?”

  “You haven’t given me proof. I gave you your window. That’s it.”

  “No, it’s not,” Joe added a thread of steel to the softness of his voice. “You’ll give us as long as it takes. And you’ll ask permission to take your satellite anywhere else.”

  There was an astonished silence. “Screw you.”

  “Listen carefully, Helder. You like your job? Of course you do. It gives a stunning amount of power to a man whose life was destined to be humdrum. But it can be taken away from you in a heartbeat.”

  “By you?” Helder jeered. “You have no authority. I don’t even know why Venable let you become involved. I have ten years’ seniority and experience with the NSA.”

  “You also have an arrogance that the general public finds offensive in public servants. Particularly when it concerns their safety. I’ve recorded our conversations. I’m going to play it back to you.” He turned the switch and played the recording. “As you can hear, you stated you cared nothing about aiding Homeland Security. Nor were you willing to stretch the time you allowed
us even after it was stated that a public emergency existed. It didn’t sound warm and caring, did it?”

  Silence. “What do you intend to do with that?”

  “Your boss, media…I haven’t decided. It would be particularly damaging if there was really a national emergency. I think probably a vigilante posse might lynch you.”

  “It wouldn’t matter. I’d apologize and say I was goaded.”

  “Why bother? The problem goes away the minute you agree to keep the satellite fixed on Catherine Ling’s phone until I tell you it’s no longer necessary.”

  Another silence. “I might consider it.”

  “You’ll do it,” Joe said. “Because I’ll tell you why Venable thought I could deal with you. I don’t care, Helder. Not about my job, or my superiors, or what anyone thinks of me. You’re right, I don’t have authority because it would just get in my way. That leaves me free to use blackmail or violence or anything necessary to stop that attack from happening. I don’t play by the rules. If you decide having this disk aired won’t bother you, I’ll find another way to take you down.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “Now, do we work together to get this done?”

  Helder hesitated before saying jerkily, “The NSA is always willing to cooperate in any security endeavor.”

  “Then call me after you have the completed trace, even if you have to wait for another hour.” He hung up.

  Venable was gazing ruefully at him. “You realize you’ve put the CIA-NSA relationship in dire danger?”

  “Then keep the disk on hand,” he said indifferently. “Or call me, and I’ll have another talk with Helder.”

  Venable’s brows rose. “You really don’t care.”

  “I care about Eve. I care about my daughter, Jane. I care about my country. None of the rest is worth worrying about.” He checked his watch again. “It’s 2:17 P.M. No call. Catherine is probably ready to explode…”

  It was 2:25, Catherine saw in despair as she glanced at her watch.

  Rakovac had done it again. It would be a miracle if that NSA satellite was still aimed at her.

  And there were at least three men focusing their attention on her. She had been scanning the crowd as she moved from booth to booth and spotted Rakovac’s men. One short, burly man in a yellow Windbreaker, a taller, thin man in an olive green sweatshirt, the third man had been a huge man in a gray cap and red sweater, but he had disappeared from view shortly after she had spotted him. It wasn’t difficult to identify them as Rakovac’s men when they were trying so hard not to look at her and to appear casual in a venue that was clearly not their cup of tea.