(2) Finding Alexei Chekov.
(3) Visiting the site of the old ELF station.
I grabbed my laptop and was about to head to the meeting when I noticed a folded sheet of paper lying near the base of the door. My name was written on the top in Amber’s handwriting.
I picked it up, considered whether or not to unfold it, then a little reluctantly, I did.
And read: Pat, I’m so sorry about last night. I hope it doesn’t hurt things between you and Lynn-wua. (I hope I spelled that right.) The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt you. I won’t bring any of this up again, but I needed you to know that I’m leaving Sean. That’s what I came to tell you last night, to see if you could help me find the best way to tell him. Now I see what a bad idea it was. I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused. -A
I stood there stunned.
She’s leaving Sean?
Though my brother and I had never talked about it, I was pretty sure he loved Amber and was committed to her, just like he’d been to his first wife. I could only imagine how devastated he’d be when he learned that Amber was leaving him. Sean was far from perfect, but he was faithful and You don’t know that, Pat. You barely know him. It might be all his fault.
Or it might be yours.
I stared at the note, overcome with a desire to call Sean and tell him what Amber had written, to get everything out in the open, but undoubtably he would wonder why she’d shared the news with me first rather than with him. And I would have to tell him about my history with his wife.
On the other hand, if he found out later that she’d come to me, he’d almost certainly feel betrayed and wonder what was going on between us, especially if Amber told him that we’d been in love while they were engaged-and that her feelings for me had never gone away.
And of course Amber’s decision was only going to make things worse between me and Lien-hua, who would now see the encounter last night here in the motel room in a whole different light. Considering the rocky spots we’d had in the past, I wondered what it would take to salvage things with her this time around-but I wanted to do so much more than just salvage things. I wanted us to take the next step in our relationship. And how was that going to happen if she didn’t trust me?
Sean. Amber. Lien-hua.
It was a lose-lose-lose situation any way you cut it.
I crumpled up the note and threw it toward the trash can beside the desk; it bounced against the wall instead and fell to the carpet as if it were mocking me.
For a moment I had the urge to knock on Amber’s door and square things away with her, but honestly, what good could come from talking to her right now?
9:02.
Already late for the meeting.
Focus.
Be here, Pat.
It’s all about the case. You have to put this personal stuff aside and think about the case.
I opted for my black North Face jacket instead of the camo one. Ditching the crutches but carrying my computer-and trying unsuccessfully not to limp-I headed out the door to meet with Sheriff Tait, Jake, Natasha, and Lien-hua, the woman I couldn’t imagine living without.
The woman I feared I might’ve already lost because of choices I made four years before we ever met.
48
Lien-hua and Natasha were waiting for me in the lobby.
I tried to read Lien-hua, hoping to see if she was harboring any animosity about last night, but she kept her emotions well guarded. She greeted me cordially-neither overly friendly or noticeably distant.
On the walk from my room, I’d noticed that the snow was letting up, but now as I glanced out the north- facing window I saw that the wind was fiercer than ever and the windswept landscape looked arctic and boreal. Even on a snowmobile it wouldn’t be easy to get to the site of the old ELF station this morning, let alone find anything useful.
Natasha went for some coffee, and when Lien-hua and I were alone she asked how I was doing. “Is the ankle feeling any better?”
“It’s not bothering me nearly as much as I thought it would,” I said truthfully.
“The hypothermia?”
“Quite honestly, the whole river incident seems like it happened a month ago instead of yesterday.”
Lien-hua nodded.
We’d discussed this sort of thing in the past-the ways that the mind deals with tragedy or trauma: sometimes events that happened recently become recorded in the brain as if they happened weeks, months, or years ago, and conversely, distant memories can slide forward and obscure more recent ones. “Memory isn’t as contiguous as time,” she told me once. “It’s the mind’s way of dealing with pain and fear and heartache.”
Fear.
Heartache.
Trying to bridge into the topic of last night, I asked, “So how are you?”
“Okay.”
I waited, gave her the chance to say more, but she chose not to.
She excused herself to get some juice, and I awkwardly offered to join her.
“Okay.”
We filled our glasses in silence, then she pulled out some granola bars she’d brought with her. I grabbed a couple doughnuts to get me through until I could get some real food, we found a quiet corner in a private room just off the lobby and waited for Tait, Natasha, and Jake to join us. Silence stretched between us, and even if it was the right time for words, it didn’t seem like either of us could think of what they might be.
Alexei had no intention of killing the woman who lay tied up in the bedroom down the hall.
But he was ready to do so if need be.
Or at least he told himself he was.
Yesterday, after retrieving the remaining $1,000,000 from the drop point and switching vehicles, he’d returned to the cabin near the Schoenberg Inn and parked the woman’s car in the garage and brought her inside. At the time, he hadn’t wanted to know her name because he figured it would just make things harder, but this morning he realized maybe that’s what he needed.
So now he was going through her purse.
Kayla Tatum.
Yes, he’d been right, knowing her name was going to make this harder.
He set down the purse.
Last night, after leaving her bound in the room, he’d gone to the Schoenberg to look for the Eco-Tech team and slipped, unnoticed, into the basement. But when he went to the area of the hotel where he’d had the confrontation with Clifton White, he found it vacant. Even when he wirelessly hacked into the hotel’s registry he found no rooms listed under the four group member’s names he’d been able to identify.
He’d thought about locating the manager and persuading him, by whatever means necessary, to tell him the location of the group, but then Alexei had another idea. Perhaps he could use the manager’s cooperation in a slightly different way.
Using his phone, Alexei went online and, studying the maps of the area, discovered that the Navy used to have a small communication station in the area of the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest where the Eco-Tech team had traveled toward with the duffel bag of money before they’d disabled the signal. A little research apprised him that years ago, environmentalists had protested against the base while it was in operation.
On Wednesday when Valkyrie sent him to go speak with Rear Admiral Colberg, Valkyrie had said, “Tell him we need the access codes to the station. He’ll know what you’re talking about.”
