‘I’ll tell you who I am. And then I’ll tell you who you are.’
‘I know who I am.’
‘Do you? I don’t think so, Evan.’ Gabriel shook his head. ‘I’d call your childhood sheltered, but that would be a sick joke.’
‘I kept my promise to you. You keep yours.’
Gabriel shrugged. ‘I own a private security firm. Your mother hired me to get you and her safely out of Austin, get you to your father. Clearly she slipped up and tipped her hand to the wrong people. I’m sorry I couldn’t save her.’
So he knows where Dad is.
‘Go back to the attack. You were unconscious,’ Gabriel said. ‘For a few minutes, at least, between when they hit you and they strung you up.’
‘I don’t know how long. Why does it matter?’
‘Because the killers could have gotten the files I mentioned. Found them on your or your mother’s computer.’
‘They wouldn’t have been on my computer.’ But one of the men had accessed his laptop. He remembered now, the start-up chime, the sound of typing, telling Durless about it. ‘The killers, they typed on my laptop. Said something about…’ He struggled to remember past the haze of trauma. ‘About “all gone.”’ He waited to see what else Gabriel would say.
‘Your mother e-mailed you the files.’
E-mailed. His mother had sent him those music files for his soundtrack late the night before she called. But they were just music files; he’d listened to them on the way to Austin. Nothing unusual. She hadn’t put anything weird in her e-mail to him. But he hadn’t mentioned the e-mails to Gabriel in relating Friday morning’s events; it hadn’t seemed important compared to the horrors of yesterday. ‘My mom didn’t e-mail me anything weird. And even if she did, the killers couldn’t have gotten past the password.’
So what did all gone mean?
‘There are programs that can crack passwords in a matter of seconds.’ Gabriel leaned against the wall, studied Evan. ‘I don’t have one. But I do have you.’
‘I don’t have these files.’
‘Your mother told me that you did, Evan.’
Evan shook his head. ‘These files… what are they?’
‘The less you know, the better. That way I can let you go and you can forget you ever saw me and you can go have a nice new life.’ Gabriel crossed his arms. ‘I’m an extremely reasonable man. I want to give you a fair deal. You give me the files. I get you out of the country, provide you a new identity and access to a bank account in the Caymans, which your mother had me arrange. If you’re careful, no one will ever find you.’
‘I’m just supposed to give up my life.’ Evan tried to keep the shock out of his voice.
‘It’s your call. You want to go back home, go ahead. But if I were you, I wouldn’t. Home is death.’
Evan chewed his lip. ‘I help you, then what about my dad?’
‘If your father contacts me, I’ll tell him where you are, and then finding you is his problem. My responsibility to your mother stops once you get on a plane.’
‘Please tell me where my dad is.’
‘I’ve no idea. Your mother knew how to get in touch with him, but I don’t.’
Evan let a beat pass. ‘I could give you what you want and you’d just kill me.’
Gabriel reached in his pocket and tossed a passport on the bedspread. It bore the seal of South Africa. With his free hand, Evan opened it. A picture of him was inside – his original passport photo, the same as he had in his American passport. The name on the passport was Erik Thomas Petersen. Stamps colored the pages: entry into Great Britain a month ago, then entry into the United States two weeks ago. Evan shut the passport, dropped it back on the bed. ‘Very legitimate-looking.’
‘You need to slip into being Mr. Petersen very carefully. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. I’m giving you an escape hatch.’
‘I still don’t understand how my mother could have gotten any dangerous computer files.’ And then he saw it. Not his mother. His father. The computer consultant. His father must have found files, in working for a client, that were dangerous.
‘All you have to do is give me your password.’ Gabriel opened the bedroom door, wheeled in a cart, one that might be used as extra serving space for food during a brunch or a party. Evan’s laptop lay on the table. Gabriel parked it close to Evan, keeping the cart between the two of them. A crack straddled the screen but the laptop was cabled to a small monitor. The system appeared to be operating normally. The password screen displayed, awaiting the magic word.
That was why Gabriel had taken the enormous risk of returning for Evan, ambushing the police car, kidnapping him. He couldn’t get past the laptop’s gates.
‘It’s on here,’ Gabriel said. ‘Your mother placed a copy on your system before she died. E-mailed it to you. She told me. She did it to ensure if she were killed, another copy of the files would be accessible to me. It was part of the deal I made with her. I couldn’t risk her being caught and me not getting the files. It guaranteed I would still take care of you if she were killed.’
Gabriel was so matter-of-fact that Evan wanted to hit him.
Gabriel leaned closer to him. ‘What’s your system password?’
‘You’re supposed to get me out of the country. So your job, technically, isn’t done until you deliver. I’ll tell you the password when you get me to my father.’
‘I’ve told you what the deal is, son. That’s it. No room for negotiation.’ Gabriel retreated to the bed’s edge and aimed his pistol at Evan’s head. ‘I don’t want to hurt you. Open the system.’
Evan pushed the laptop away. ‘Contact my dad. If he tells me to give you my password, I will.’
‘Wax out of ears, son. I can’t get in touch with him.’
‘If you were supposed to get me and my mom to safety, that means getting us to where my dad could find us. You must have a way to reach him.’
‘Your mother knew. I didn’t.’
‘I don’t believe you, Mr. Gabriel. No password.’
‘You don’t give this to me, you spend the rest of your brief life handcuffed to that bed. Dying of thirst. Of starvation.’
Evan waited, let the silence grow heavy. ‘You know who killed her. This Jargo guy. Who he is.’
‘Yes.’
‘Tell me about him and I’ll help you. But look at it from my side. You’re asking me to run away from my life. Do nothing about my mother’s murder. Simply hope I can ever find my father again. I can’t just walk away not knowing the truth.’ He didn’t believe Gabriel, anyway. His father had been impossible to find yesterday, but the police would have found him by now, wherever he was in Sydney.
‘You’re safer not knowing.’
‘I don’t care about safer at the moment.’
‘Jesus and Mary, you’re stubborn.’ Gabriel lowered the gun, averted his eyes from Evan’s.
‘I know you risked a lot to save me from Jargo. I know. Thank you. I can hardly run, though, and be successful at it if I don’t know who’s after me. So I’ll trade you the password for information on Jargo. Deal?’
After a long ten seconds, Gabriel nodded. ‘All right.’
‘Tell me about Jargo.’
‘He’s… an information broker. A freelance spy.’
‘A spy. You’re telling me my mother was killed by a spy.’
‘A freelance spy,’ Gabriel corrected.
‘Spies work for governments.’
‘Not Jargo. He buys and sells data to whoever pays. Companies. Governments. Other spies. Highly dangerous.’ Gabriel licked his lips. ‘I suspect it’s CIA data that Jargo wants.’
Evan frowned. ‘You’re suggesting, with a straight face, that my mom stole files from the CIA. That’s impossible.’
‘Or your father stole the files, and he gave them to your mother. And I didn’t say the files belonged to the
