‘What about
Toulon scrunched his face. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Your notebook says there isn’t a connection, but sometimes detective work isn’t about paperwork. Sometimes it’s about hunches and gut feelings.’
‘Do you know where the term gut feeling originated? Soothsayers from ancient civilizations, particularly those near the Mediterranean Sea, used to read animal entrails in order to prophesy the future. They literally used to
Dial rolled his eyes. He didn’t give a damn about the term’s origins, but he knew if he had interrupted Toulon, they would’ve wasted more time than the explanation itself. ‘Are you done?’
‘
‘I’ll be a lot happier if you answered my original question.’
‘Your original question? Ah, yes, you wanted to know if I had a theory.’
Toulon smiled. ‘What if shooter number two was a last-second substitute?’
‘How so?’
‘The first shooter was from Belgium, but he was killed before the job was done. Whoever hired him refused to wait for a replacement to be flown in from Europe, possibly afraid that the letter might be taken out of the city. So he hired a substitute, someone who lived near Pittsburgh. According to our files, the American was from a small town in Pennsylvania. Obviously he would be more familiar with the region, and he would not have to worry about smuggling a weapon on board a flight.’
Dial nodded. ‘Makes sense to me. Wilkinson was a pinch hitter. Of course, that leads me to the next question. Who hired him?’
Toulon shrugged. ‘This, I do not know.’
‘What about the letter? What did our contacts in antiquities say?’
‘They said nothing. The letter you described is one they are not familiar with. But they will ask around. If they learn anything, they will let me know.’
‘If that happens,’ Dial stressed, ‘call me immediately. No more of this forgetting to tell me bullshit. Understand?’
‘And no more naps in my office. If I can’t sleep here, neither can you.’
Payne’s phone rang several times before going to voicemail. Normally Dial would have been reluctant to leave confidential information in a message, but considering the urgency of the situation, he explained everything he had learned and apologized for the delay.
‘If you have any questions, give me a call back.’
Dial smiled and added, ‘Preferably at a decent hour.’
43
Raskin leaned back in his chair. ‘What’s the good news?’
‘Whoever bulletproofed the Suburban did a wonderful job.’
Raskin rubbed his eyes, trying to massage away the migraine that was starting to form. ‘Please tell me you’re joking. A senator reserved that vehicle for tomorrow!’
‘No problem. He can pick it up at a parking garage near the Penn campus.’
‘And what’s the bad news?’
‘He can pick up the rest of it along a half-mile stretch of Spruce Street.’
Raskin growled softly. ‘I can’t believe you guys. Every time I help out, I always end up paying for it.’
He growled louder. ‘What happened this time?’
Payne told him the basics about the shootout, including the murdered cop. For Raskin, the death of an officer always struck an emotional chord. Over the years, he had met a lot of people who later died fighting for their country or had lost someone who had. Somehow it helped him keep things in perspective. Even though he worked gruelling hours in the Pentagon basement, he never faced the threats that field operatives did on a daily basis. And because of that, he was more than willing to help Payne and Jones whenever he could — even if it meant risking his job by circumventing rules and regulations on occasion.
‘How can I help?’ Raskin asked.
Payne explained. ‘There was a cop at the scene named Paul Giada. As a favour to us, he let us leave before the cavalry arrived. In return, I promised him that someone from the Pentagon would explain who we were and the mission we were on. Obviously there isn’t an
‘Consider it done.’
‘I hope you realize it’s not a secure facility.’
Payne nodded. ‘Secure or not, it has to be safer than the closest Starbucks.’
‘Definitely. Four bucks for a cup of coffee is highway robbery.’
Two hours later, Payne was shown into a cramped back office at NASJRB Willow Grove. It was a windowless room lined with cinderblocks that had been painted white ten years earlier. A musty scent filled the air. Inside was a cheap desk, three chairs, a phone, and a dry-erase board — all the things Payne had requested. He thanked the guardsman and asked him to retrieve Jones and Megan, who were finishing their lunches in the small cafeteria down the hall. Years in the field had taught Payne and Jones one of the basic keys to surviving a mission: eat whenever you had a chance because your next meal might be days away.
Payne took his spot behind the desk and waited for the others to arrive. The last forty-eight hours had included three attempts on his life by three different gunmen. The first one had been a
Jones walked into the office, carrying the envelope he had taken from Ashley’s storage locker. Jones had taken it from Megan as soon as they were inside the Suburban. Not only for the letter’s protection, but because he didn’t want Megan to see what he had discovered.
It was something he wanted to spring on her when the time was right.
And that time was now.
Megan sat across the desk from Payne, and Jones sat on her right.
‘How are you holding up?’ Payne asked.
‘I’m okay,’ she said. ‘I’ve got a horrible headache, but other than that I’m fine.’
Payne nodded knowingly. ‘Probably from the excess adrenaline. It’s tough to get used to. Thankfully, the food you ate should help. So would a shot of bourbon.’
Jones scrunched his face. ‘Now that’s a pretty image.’
She shrugged. ‘Sorry, I’m just being honest.’
Payne smiled at the segue. ‘Speaking of honesty, we were hoping you could explain something for us.’
‘I’ll certainly try.’
‘When we first arrived at the airfield, DJ pulled me aside and showed me something that confused the heck out of me. Ever since then, I’ve been trying to come up with a rational explanation for it, but I’ve been unsuccessful. In fact, both of us have failed.’
She arched her eyebrow. ‘What are you talking about?’
Jones replied. ‘When I was in the storage unit, I found the mysterious letter that compelled Ashley to track
