Aaron was gaping now.
“Then that meeting you had in a fourteenth floor office? And the guy you met with, you know where he went after?”
“Stop,” Aaron said, his voice a whisper. “They’re going to kill me.”
“Actually, I’m not going to give them that satisfaction,” Logan told him.
Aaron stared at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you might die, but it won’t be at their hands. It’s the age old choice, Aaron. Answer my questions truthfully and you live. Don’t and I throw you off the train.” Before the kid could respond, Logan added, “You may not believe Ryan’s dead right now, but you’ll certainly believe it the second you’re flying through the air before your head smacks into the ground.” He paused. “Where’s the girl?”
“I don’t know what you’re—”
“Don’t be stupid, Aaron. Where is she?”
Aaron seemed to be assessing his options, so Logan gave him a moment, knowing if he were halfway smart, he’d realize he only had one. Finally, he said, “Chiang Mai. Or should be by now.”
“How did they get her there?”
“Drove. By van.”
That made sense. If they were going to transport her that far, it was the only means they could use that would avoid unnecessary questions. The clean up crew could just take the overnight train to join them.
“Why Chiang Mai?”
Aaron’s mouth twisted like he was trying to keep his lips from parting. With effort, he said, “It’s where the hand over is supposed to happen.”
Logan’s skin grew cold. “What hand over?”
“I don’t know the answer to that. I swear. Mr. Andrews is in charge. I’m just one of the team.”
Just one of the team. The words made Logan want to belt Aaron as hard as he could, to hell with whether Aaron would be able to talk again or not. And to hell with whatever damage it would do to Logan’s hand. Aaron was distancing himself from responsibility, and that was something Logan could never stand. But he held it in, pushing his anger down to where he could save it for later, if needed.
“What time is this supposed to happen?” he asked.
“Sometime tomorrow…uh…I mean, later today. I don’t know the exact time. We’re getting picked up at the station, and then we’re supposed to go help get things ready.”
“Where?”
Aaron shook his head. “Only Mr. Andrews knows.”
“Where?” Logan repeated, his hand clinching into a fist.
“I don’t know!
As annoyed as it made Logan feel, he was pretty sure Aaron was telling the truth. “At the meeting on your way to the train station, what did the man give you?”
“Give me?”
“Don’t even try to lie. We were watching, remember?”
“An envelope,” Aaron said quickly. “He gave me an envelope.”
“What was inside it?”
“I have no idea.”
“You didn’t look?”
“Why should I? It’s not for me.”
“Who’s it for then?”
“Mr. Andrews. I’m supposed to give it to him when I see him.”
“Where is it now?”
“In…in my cabin.”
“Where exactly?”
“The front pocket of my backpack.”
Logan made him describe the backpack, then go over everything again just in case he could catch him in a lie or shake something new loose. But Aaron’s answers remained the same. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
“It’s me,” Daeng said.
Logan opened it a crack.
“We’re nearing the station.”
“You got someone to meet him?” Logan asked.
“All set.”
