“A canine unit hit her.”
“Hit her?”
“They found a small package of C4 in her coat. The dog almost ripped her clothes apart trying to reach the explosive. She’s currently being interrogated by security.” Again, the smile.
He briefly eyed the cameras.
“For the next forty-five minutes, those cameras are looped back to show the crowd that passed here about an hour ago. We will be long gone by the time the surveillance cameras return to normal viewing.”
“You did all this, Miss…?” Once more, she placed her hand on his, not in a flirtatious move, but more like how a friend might touch another. “Gerrit, we have been watching over you for more than seven years. Waiting for this time.”
He tensed. Watching over or spying on me? “Waiting for what?”
“For someone like Kane to approach.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “We know you turned him down in Vienna. That was a very dangerous thing to do. He is a khutspe, a very arrogant man. He does not like to lose. Be on your guard. If you need to contact us”-she withdrew a cell phone from her purse-”use this. Once you use it, destroy it. We’ll provide another.”
“Who are you and what’s your connection to Kane?”
She shook her head. “We do not have the time. Just be careful. If we feel you are in imminent danger, we will move in. Keep that phone near you at all times.”
Standing, she looked down. “Have a good flight.”
He rose. “What’s your name?”
After a moment’s hesitation, she said, “My name’s Alena.” She touched his cheek with her hand before turning away, disappearing into the crowd.
He started to reach for his own cell phone, then changed his mind. Alena’s information made him suspicious of everything. It took him a few minutes to find a pay phone. He slipped in the coins and dialed.
“Hey, partner. Gerrit here.”
“Hey, bro. Where in the Sam Hill are you?” Mark Taylor’s voice sounded incredulous. “First, you disappear on me and when I ask the boss, he tells me it’s none of my damn business. What’s going on?”
“I’ve been out of the country-”
“I’ll say. Your last message came to me from a hotel in Vienna two days ago. I checked. Thanks for leaving me with all that paper in San Diego, by the way. Now you're calling me from a 415 area code. San Francisco? Bay area? What kind of gig you running?”
“Look, I don’t have much time. I’ll fill you in face to face. Did you get my overnight package?”
“Yeah. Stashed it in that place where we kept our informant for a few days.” Taylor had picked up on Gerrit’s implied vagueness. “I hid it under the floorboards.”
“Great. You look inside?”
“Nope. None of my business. Figured you’d tell me if I needed to know.”
Gerrit breathed easier. “Believe me, partner, the less you know, the better. I’ll be in touch.” He hung up and studied those standing nearby. No one seemed to give him a second glance. He made his way toward the boarding gate.
Alena’s information put him on edge. He always thought he could pick up a tail. If she was right, there had been three people traipsing after him and he never spotted them. Either he was too preoccupied or they were really good.
As he stood in line to board, he scrutinized every passenger on his flight. No one seemed too suspicious. He took one last look before entering the plane.
Everything seemed to be normal, but he no longer trusted himself to sniff out danger. After all, he’d just learned that others watched him for seven years without his knowledge. What else might he be missing? All he saw looking back were the faces of strangers.
Chapter 18
Seattle, Washington
His tired mind swirling with thoughts of Kane and the dead man, Gerrit almost missed a clue that something was amiss at home. Lights streamed through the windows of his boathouse as he drove up, lights he knew had been turned off when he left the house a week ago.
Exhausted and wary, he gathered his bag and let Bones out. After locking the car, he made his way onto the floating dock. The place had been closed up tight and dark when he left on this trip. He was glad he rearmed himself after leaving the airport. He started to reach for a weapon when he saw Marilynn’s black Mercedes coupe parked a few stalls down from his car.
Bones gave a low growl as they approached the house. Moments earlier, Gerrit had picked up his dog from a neighbor down the road, a woman he sometimes went jogging with and who always seemed glad to dog-sit when he was away.
Bones, on the other hand, was not pleased. Gerrit swore the dog gave him an attitude when they reunited, but now-all seemed forgiven. At times, his four-legged friend seemed more trouble than a girlfriend.
He shouldered his bag and tried the door. Unlocked. He entered without announcing and smelled the aroma of pasta sauce emanating from the kitchen. Marilynn? She must have heard him close the door, because a moment later she emerged from the kitchen, watching him drop his bag.
“Welcome home, stranger.” She moved closer and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I want to hear all about it. But first-dinner. I imagine you’re starving?”
“How did you know I’d be home?”
Her eyes shifted away for a second. “Dad called. Said he’d talked to Kane and mentioned that you were on your way. So…here you are. Come on, let’s sit down to eat. And you can tell me every intimate detail.”
She eyed him momentarily, ignoring Bones. “Oh, there is a package that came for you. I left it on the bed.”
He placed his sidearm on the coffee table as she clasped his hand and led him into the kitchen. “Open up the wine, and I’ll get the bread from the oven. Everything else is ready.”
He uncorked the bottle and poured for each of them. As they sat down, he watched her settle in. “You never struck me as a domestic diva, Marilynn. I’m impressed.”
She smiled and waved her hand. “Just another Martha Stewart without all the billions of dollars. Don’t get used to this. Now, tell me all.”
He took a bite and sipped from his glass before responding. “Not much to tell. Met Kane in London, as you know. Came back here, then left for Vienna. Now I’m home.”
“I know your travel plans,” she said, her words laced with annoyance. “I want to know what you did…not where you went.”
He took another sip. “That part I can’t share. Kane’s orders.”
She pursed her lips. “I know you left Kane on bad terms in Vienna, Gerrit. Dad called me yelling and screaming. Not a smart move. I urge you to reconsider. Kane is a man who has our best interests at heart.”
Gerrit stared back, not believing what he was hearing. “Do you know anything about this man? Do you have any idea how he conducts business?”
She met his gaze. “I know he plays for keeps. That he is a man you just don’t want to cross. Tell him you are on board. Tell him you’ve reconsidered and agree with his point of view. Before-”
“Before he kills me? Is that what you’re trying to say?” For the first time, he saw fear in her eyes.
“Gerrit, I’m begging you. Don’t dig in your heels on this. This will be good for both of us if you work with him. There will be no limit where you can go.”
“Good for both of us? And if I don’t?”
Marilynn lowered her eyes, fingering her wine glass. “Time is running out, Gerrit. Make the right choice.”
He crossed his arms. “My mind’s made up. I can’t work for a man who’d jeopardize our country’s interests for his own agenda. I would think you’d feel the same way.”
