Enemy of Mine

him.

“Sir, I can’t alter what happened. Lucas went crazy. He could have possibly escaped, but he chose to attack Pike. He went down hard. His choice.”

“So I heard in the briefing. I thought Pike was better trained than that. What happened to all that kung-fu, martial arts shit? He couldn’t subdue him? He had to beat him to death with his bare hands?”

“Lucas got some licks in. Hit Pike with a knife. He was just defending himself.”

The president grinned again and turned his chair to the window. “Convenient that Pike was the one to kill him.”

Kurt felt the edge return. Surely he doesn’t know about Pike’s family. If he did, the president would know he had been lying outright.

“Why?”

“Nothing. Just that Lucas tried to kill him and Jennifer three years ago, and now he ends up dying at Pike’s hands. All neat and tied up in a bow. But, if that’s what happened, that’s what happened. Right?”

“That’s what my after-action report will read.”

The president spun back around. “All right, all right. I’ll live with it. But when I’m out of this office, we’re going for some beers.”

Kurt said, “Yes, sir.”

President Warren waited for something more. When none came, he sighed and said, “What about the two terrorists we have? You think we’ll get anything out of them for future operations?”

Relieved to be away from the death of Lucas, Kurt said, “Hamid, the guy we got in the apartment in Dubai, is a nobody. He was helping the Ghost out of friendship. No other terrorism connections. We’re going to turn him loose after making sure we’re right. Run him through GITMO, then repatriate him.”

“And the Ghost?”

“I don’t know. He’s not a global jihadist. He’s just a nationalist for the Palestinian cause. He’s not one of those guys frothing at the mouth about Muslims taking it to the capitalist pigs. He doesn’t know much about any global movements, but he’s one deadly dude. Pike’s got an idea, though.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m not sure I should tell you so soon. It’s just an idea at this stage. Ever hear of the Selous Scouts?”

“No.”

“It was a Special Forces unit in the Rhodesian civil war. The government used ‘turned terrorists’ to infiltrate the insurgency movements. Teamed with Special Forces operators, it was extremely effective, with damage that far outweighed its size.”

President Warren looked incredulous. “Yeah, you should have waited on that. Only Pike would like an idea that crazy. Where is he now, by the way?”

“On leave in Charleston. Getting some well-deserved rest.”

84

Pike said, “The reservation’s in my name. Order me a rum and Coke. I’ll be up as soon as I park.”

Jennifer said, “Here? You can’t afford this.”

“I can every once in a while. When it’s a special occasion.”

Jennifer exited the vehicle and entered Halls Chophouse, one of the finest steakhouses on the Charleston peninsula. And the cost on the menu reflected it. Not that she was complaining, because Pike was paying, and the service, food, and atmosphere were well worth the price.

Being led to their table on the second floor, she wondered what he’d meant by the comment “special occasion.” She’d made it plain that she didn’t want to talk about their relationship, and he’d taken that at face value, agreeing immediately. Which just raised more suspicion. He’s been hinting about the talk for weeks.

She just couldn’t do it. She knew if they had the “Big Talk,” as Pike called it, she’d have to bring up Lucas. And what he had done to her. She cared deeply for Pike and knew she couldn’t have a relationship that started out as a lie. He deserved to know, and she was petrified to tell him. She had been soiled by the man who’d taken everything he’d held dear. There’s no way he’ll look at me the same. No way he wouldn’t be revolted in her presence. Even if he pretended, it would be there, she knew. She’d rather remain as a business partner. Half of Pike is better than none.

She felt the sadness coming again. Since they’d returned to Charleston, she’d continually fought the urge to cry and realized the attack itself wasn’t the true punishment. It was the loss of Pike the attack had caused. Because of Lucas, she would never connect with him. Lucas had taken everything from her over nothing more than greed. She wished she could cause him pain even now.

Pike seemed to be oblivious to her mood swings. In fact, he seemed on top of the world. She wondered if that was an act, after what he had done to Lucas. If maybe he wasn’t covering up the same type of scars she had. She was worried about him. Worried if he would explode from what he had done, letting the pent-up venom out in a rage and causing his downfall. She might not get to have him, but she could still protect him.

The waiter came, and she ordered two Bacardi Cuba Libres. When he returned, Pike was right behind him.

“Got lucky. Open spot on John Street.”

She smiled and paused for the waiter to leave.

“So, what’s the occasion?”

“Nothing big. Just that we made it home alive and in one piece.”

She said, “Are you really in one piece? I mean, you sure are acting chipper, like every day’s your birthday.”

He grinned, and she saw it was genuine. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m better than good. I feel whole again.”

She said nothing, reading his eyes to flush the lie. She sensed none, unlike she had in Beirut. No hidden pain. Is he really whole? After what I saw in Frankfurt?

“Pike, please don’t hide it. Don’t pretend. I’ve seen what that’s like with you. I’ll still be here.” She smiled. “I’ve seen you at your worst. I don’t want to see that again.”

“Jennifer, I mean it. I had a couple of bad nights, but they were all based on Lucas. He tried to convince me we were the same, and I think I was wondering if he wasn’t right. But I’m nothing like him.”

She let that sit for a second, then said, “So killing him had no effect? I’m not poking, it’s just that you were pretty adamant in Frankfurt. Afraid of the cost.”

“Yeah, I was. But that’s exactly what I mean. I almost killed an innocent man. Lucas would have done it and not lost a wink of sleep. I came close, and it tore me up.” He paused, then said, “You ever see the movie The Green Mile?”

“Yeah, I think. That movie with Tom Hanks?”

“That’s the one. Killing Lucas was like releasing the bees in that movie. Remember when John Coffey opened his mouth and all those bees flew out into the bad guy? That’s what it felt like to me. All of my hate and anger went straight into Lucas, and it hasn’t come back.”

She said nothing, happy for him and sad for herself. Lucas’s demise had made her feel shameful because of the joy it had brought. But it hadn’t brought closure. Only telling Pike would do that-and when she did, it would be closure for good between them.

He took her hand, surprising her. “Which is why I brought you here tonight. I said I’m whole, but I’m not. There’s a piece missing.”

She felt a panic rise. You promised.

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She didn’t move, didn’t respond, frozen in place. She felt the urge to run. To stall for time. To prevent this from being the last dinner she had with him.

“Pike, I can’t do this. Don’t make me do this tonight.”

“I know. Don’t worry, I know. That kiss was just a little Monkey’s Blood.”

She stared blankly at him, the confusion mounting.