“And as we saw, they were successful in doing so,” replied Paul.
“So you called some… friends?” prompted Sean.
“Acquaintances,” she corrected. “They came, they saw, and they kicked ass.”
“They were going to do what, kill him?” said Michelle, eyeing Roy.
“Eventually, yes, and blame it on Peter or me or some other convenient target.”
She turned to her brother. “When I visited you at Cutter’s I asked you to think about some things. Have you?”
Roy nodded. He adjusted his glasses and said, “You asked me about patterns. I detected four different ones but all were connected to some degree. What we’ve learned recently has given me new information which I’ve now plugged into these scenarios.”
Roy’s speech now was firm, straightforward, more machinelike than human.
“Four patterns?” said Michelle.
He nodded. “First, Agent Murdock was killed because he’d discovered the existence of the E-Program. That’s not a deduction. He actually told me that when he came to see me at Cutter’s. He said something was definitely wrong and that he needed my help to get to the people responsible. Carla Dukes was eliminated because she wouldn’t go along with the extraction plan, whereas we know now that the new director had no such compunction. I saw him looking at me as we left Cutter’s. He has a terrible poker face; his guilt couldn’t have been plainer.”
Paul said, “He obviously didn’t believe you’d be in a position to tell anyone.”
“Right. Next, Hilary Cunningham was killed to incriminate Ms. Maxwell and distract you and Mr. King from the case.”
“And Bergin?” asked Sean.
“Obviously by someone he knew.”
“Why do you say that?” asked Sean.
“The window being rolled down and then back up by the killer.” He glanced at his sister. “She told me about that in the Morse code.”
“And Sean told me that,” said Paul.
“I guess great minds think alike,” noted Michelle.
“But I don’t know who killed him,” admitted Roy. “Not enough data to go on. The likely scenario was to remove him from the case so it wouldn’t move forward. They were buying time.” He paused. “But that doesn’t really make sense.”
“Why?” asked Michelle.
Sean answered. “Because the case wasn’t moving forward anyway, not with Edgar sitting at Cutter’s.”
“That’s exactly right,” said Roy.
“But at least Foster and Quantrell must be throwing fits,” said Bunting with a grim smile. “That’s a positive for our side.”
“But that means they’re also going to come after us,” added Paul.
“And do we sit back and wait for that?” asked Sean.
“Of course not,” she answered. “Now we go on the offensive.”
“How?” asked Sean.
“I know exactly how,” said Paul. “In some ways, I think I’ve been waiting my whole life to do this.” She looked at Bunting. “What about you, Peter?”
“Oh, I feel the exact same way.”
CHAPTER
72
THEY DROVE to a safe house arranged by Kelly Paul.
“Everyone will be looking for my brother,” said Paul. “This place is far enough away from the action, but we still have to take maximum precautions. If they recapture Eddie, our plan won’t work.”
As he looked around the new space Sean said, “We’re all felons now. Aiding and abetting. That’s not really something we signed on for. And it sure as hell isn’t something we’re comfortable with.”
Paul turned to face him. “I understand. If you have a problem with that, you and Michelle can leave right now. No one knows you were involved in any of this. I would ask that you not turn Eddie in. If you do then it’s really over for him.”
“You think he can’t get a fair trial?” asked Sean.
“He’ll never make it to court, Sean. They’ll never let him. They broke him out of Cutter’s to kill him. If he goes back they’ll find him in his cell dead from some unknown cause. That’s just the way it’s going to happen.”
Sean glanced at Michelle.
She said, “Rock and a hard place.”
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Other things being equal, we’ve come too far on this to let it go now, Sean,” she said. “And we still don’t know who killed Bergin. I know that’s important to you.”
Sean eyed Paul, who was watching him intently.
“Okay, we’ll stay in. But we will not use force against federal agents or state law enforcement.”
“Bona fide federal agents,” said Michelle. “I already laid out a few bogus ones in Central Park and in a diner in Charlottesville.”
Sean kept staring at Paul. “Do we have an understanding?”
She nodded. “We do.”
Bunting gripped Sean by the shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. We’ve got a long way to go.”
After the others retired to their rooms to get some sleep, it was just Paul and her brother left in the room.
“It’s so good to see you, Eddie,” she said. “I’ve missed you.” She paused. “I just wish it were under different circumstances.”
“I’ve missed you too, Kel. A lot.”
She looked down. “I should have come to see you a long time ago. Before all this…”
“I know you’ve been busy.”
“Not that busy.” She looked up. “I’m the reason you’re with the E-Program. I recommended you for it.”
“I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Analyzed the situation, did you?” she said with a weak smile.
“I’m pretty good at it.”
“Bunting’s done nothing but rave about you.”
“But it’s… it’s not easy being…”
“God?”
“You understand then. It’s not a role humans, no matter how smart, are designed to play. We have doubts. We have prejudices. We make mistakes.”
“You keep a lot of people safe, Eddie.”
“I also kill a lot of people.”
“Not directly you don’t.”
“That’s simply splitting hairs.”
“What you do is try to make the world better and safer and more just. Yes, your decisions result in people dying, but only so that many, many more people can live. What’s wrong with that? What does your amazing mind tell you about that?”
“Logically, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s a no-brainer. But it’s also not that easy.”
She sat back. “I know it’s not.” She gazed at him. “Do you want to continue doing it?”
“I don’t know. I need to see whether I survive this or not first.”
“Whether
“You and me,” he said quietly, though it was obvious her words had pleased him.
