Shoot Him If He Runs

“His body?”

“Thomas, please focus; if he’s in danger of being caught, you’re going to have to kill him and get the body into the sea.”

Thomas sat quietly for a moment and thought.

“Think of the ramifications of his being caught: they’ll beat everything out of him. If they only have the body, they’ll start to confirm every detail of his identity, and even though he told us he did a masterful job of becoming Harold Pitts, that identity will eventually unravel.”

“You have a point,” Thomas said.

“There’s more of my point: when they find out he isn’t Pitts, they’ll have an unidentifiable corpse on their hands, so they’ll start digging into his island connections, and that means you and me. They’ll think that we hired an assassin.”

“Teddy came to us, remember?”

“That won’t matter. Teddy and his corpse have to disappear completely and forever.”

“What about the boat? It will eventually get to Ft. Lauderdale, and there’ll be someone there to meet it.”

“Your man has a satellite telephone doesn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“Then call him and give him new instructions; we need for the authorities to know exactly what happened to the yacht and to Pitts.”

Thomas was still quiet.

“Am I making sense, Thomas?”

“Yes, I’m afraid you are.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to call Teddy and tell him to hide himself while Stone and Holly are looking for him, and that I’ll get him off the island in a few days, when things have cooled off a bit.”

“I hope that works. And if it doesn’t?”

“Then I’ll do what has to be done and take care of the disposal.”

“I’m sorry it’s come to this, Thomas. I know you didn’t expect to have to kill anyone yourself.”

“I’m sorry, too, but don’t worry-I’ll take care of it.”

“All right. I’ll call the others, and we’ll meet here tonight. You bring some food from the inn, and we’ll call it a dinner party, if the police should show up.”

“I’ll be there around seven,” Thomas said.

“Good luck, Thomas, and thank you.”

“Good-bye, Leslie.” Thomas hung up. He went to his safe, opened it and took out the snub-nosed.38 that he had carried as a backup piece when he was a New York City cop. He strapped the holster to his ankle, checked to be sure the gun was loaded, then shoved it into the holster and secured it.

He called Teddy.

“Yes?”

“Stone and Holly are going to be there shortly. It’s important that you secrete yourself while they’re looking for you and, probably, for a few days after that. Do you have food in that bunker of yours, or do you want me to bring you some?”

“I’m quite self-sufficient, Thomas, and don’t worry, they will not find me. I know you’re worried about my being apprehended, but you may put that out of your mind; it won’t happen.”

“I hope not.”

“I know that my capture would endanger your prospects for forming a government, and I will not put you in that position, I promise you.”

“Thank you, Teddy; I’m glad you understand what’s at stake for the future of St. Marks.”

“I do. Give me as much time as you can; I’m nearly ready now.”

“Good-bye, Teddy,” Thomas said, and he meant it. One way or another, this would be their last conversation.

Thomas left his office and went to pick up Stone and Holly.

Stone and Holly were waiting outside their cottage for Thomas to pick them up when her satphone rang again.

“Yes?”

“It’s Lance. Harold Pitts’s house is less than ten miles from the front gate here; I sent two men to look it over, and Pitts answered the door. He returned home last night after six weeks of touring the country in an RV.”

“So our Harold Pitts is Teddy.”

“No doubt about it,” Lance said. “Holly, you’re not going to be able to bring him back with you, and you can’t allow him to be caught.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that if the St. Marks police get their hands on him, they’ll torture him until they know everything; I mean that he’s not going to get onto that airplane with you; he just won’t. He knows exactly what that would mean when he’s back in the States, and he’ll kill you rather than allow that to happen.”

“I’m armed; Dino had brought a weapon with him.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Lance said. “It means that you won’t have to kill him with a knife or your hands.”

“Lance, I’m going to try to take him alive.”

“It can’t be done, Holly. The very best outcome of such an effort would be that he might kill himself, but he very likely would kill you first. He will be armed to the teeth, and he’s not going to have a conversation with you before he starts shooting.”

“We don’t know that.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Holly. Quite apart from my personal loss, the Agency would be left holding a very large bag.”

“That’s not what I’m thinking about,” Holly said.

“It’s what you must think about. You can only prevent a horrible mess for the Agency, and perhaps for the country, by remaining alive, and that means killing Teddy at the first opportunity, do you understand?”

“I suppose so.”

“These are your orders, Holly: Kill him on sight; do not wait for him to threaten you or run. Do you understand?”

Holly heaved a deep sigh. “I understand.”

“I’ll meet you at Manassas airport. Good-bye.” Lance hung up.

Stone was staring at her. “Are you going to do it?”

“Yes,” she said.

57

Lance had hardly hung up the phone when it rang again.

“Yes?”

“It’s Kate Lee, Lance.”

“Good morning, Director.”

“Lance, the president wants to announce his candidacy for reelection, probably in the next day or two; he’s meeting with his campaign people now. Where are we on the St. Marks operation?”

“I anticipate a resolution within hours,” Lance said.

“Can you promise me that?”

“No, Director, because I’m not on St. Marks, doing it myself. But I believe that before the day is out, I can give you a conclusive answer.”

“All right. I’ll expect to hear from you later in the day.”