‘He’s dead. Back in Chicago. He kidnapped me in Austin to force information from my stepfather.’ He thought it would be better to hold off on mentioning the fifty million; it would take over the conversation and he wanted to know more first.
‘Tell me everything,’ Drummond said. ‘I think to get to the truth, we must trust each other. We’ve been pitted against each other, Luke, and we should not be enemies. You must think the same, or you wouldn’t have come here after running from us.’ Drummond gestured at a large glass table. ‘Sit.’
Luke sat down and Drummond sat across from him.
Drummond’s faint smile inched wider, went crooked. ‘Like Eric, you wish to make a deal. Tell me everything and I’ll give you something in exchange.’
‘I ask, then you ask, we can hammer out a deal.’
‘All right. You first, you’re the guest,’ Drummond said. ‘I’ll judge whether or not to trust you further by the intelligence you show in what you ask.’
If he failed – if he asked the wrong questions – he might never learn the truth. Or Drummond could be playing him. He wasn’t ready to offer the encrypted file yet; he wanted to see what he could learn first. Drummond studied him, a cat easing on its haunches before the mouse hole.
‘First question. Is Quicksilver behind my kidnapping?’
‘No. The cabin had been rented in advance, to be used by Clifford for an interrogation of a suspect. The man he was meeting – a loser named Bridger, who ran when you and Eric approached – was selling information on a domestic terrorist network to Clifford. I suspect that he was killed, and the cabin used, to make your stepfather and the Night Road aware of Quicksilver’s existence since Clifford and the cabin point back to Quicksilver. Someone wanted the Night Road to know Quicksilver is chasing them. To put us in each other’s sights.’
‘You know about the Night Road?’
‘I didn’t know the name until Eric mentioned it two days ago. We know it’s a loose affiliation of extremist groups, turning toward violence, working together to share resources, tactics, and information. And I suspect the Road’s hand in the Ripley attack, and the attacks over the past week.’
‘Attacks?’
‘ E. coli infecting a food plant in Tennessee. Pipeline bomb in Canada. Attempted bombing of a pipeline in Alaska. And last night, a bombing at a high school football game in Kansas City, eight dead, a hundred injured. And one of our leading thinkers in counter-terrorism was slaughtered with his family while leaving a restaurant in Los Angeles.’
‘Oh, God, no. You should know I found these people.’
‘You found all these people for who? Henry?’ When he said Henry’s name his mouth made a curl of distaste.
‘Under the false pretense of doing psychological profiling for his think-tank. I gave him thousands of names. He whittled it down to the most committed and dangerous. My role is a pawn who got played.’
‘Henry used you. And you’re a pawn who’s pissed off about it,’ Drummond said.
‘Yes. What is Quicksilver?’
It was as if Drummond did not hear the question. ‘I can offer you what I offered Eric. Get you out of the country, hide you under another name. You’ll be safe. You give me all the information you have on the Night Road. That’s the deal.’
‘No. I don’t want to be stashed away. I want my life back. My good name. I want to be cleared of Clifford’s death, and the officer in Chicago. And I want to help stop the Night Road.’
‘Noble of you, but unnecessary,’ Drummond said. ‘My offer is what it is. You’re not part of this battle, Luke, and I think it best you hide until the danger’s passed. Know that you’re helping us by telling us everything about the Night Road. That’s your contribution.’
‘It’s not enough. Please. I helped build that network. I want to help destroy it. I can’t just sit someplace safe while Henry runs a terror cell.’
Drummond studied him. ‘Why did Henry use you?’
‘I don’t know; I was handy, I guess. What is Quicksilver? Are you CIA? FBI? A black ops group? What?’ He took a breath. ‘Are you like the Book Club?’
‘How did you know about the Book Club?’
‘Henry. He was desperate that I not see you.’
‘Oh, I’ll bet he was.’
‘Did you know my dad? Did you work with him in the government? What did he do?’
‘I said no more on Quicksilver.’
They stared at each other. Luke tried a different tack. Drummond wouldn’t answer his questions but oddly, he seemed to want to hear what Luke wanted to ask. ‘What are all these pictures?’
‘My many failures.’
Luke turned away from the portraits of suffering. ‘What, you screwed over all these people yourself?’
‘Consider them salt in the wound. I failed in these instances, so these people suffered. I remember them. Every day. I have no choice.’
‘The Book Club tried to help people?’
‘Mostly succeeding but not always. Good doesn’t always win out.’
‘You could take the pictures down.’
‘I would still see their faces. It’s easier to see them on the walls than in my dreams.’
‘I don’t understand why you would help Eric get out of Chicago when he killed your friend.’
‘Because stopping the Night Road is more important than revenge. Eric made a bad choice, under tremendous pressure, and then when it all unraveled he was ready to betray the Night Road. I didn’t like him but I do what’s necessary to save lives.’
‘I will trade everything I know for Aubrey’s release and information about Quicksilver. Otherwise, we have no deal.’
‘You assume that we would hurt Aubrey. We won’t. We’re the good guys,’ Drummond said.
‘Then please, tell me what I need to know.’
‘I can’t. I need you to trust me, entirely. I need you to tell me everything, Luke, and to please, please ask me no questions. I need you, for the sake of your country, to cooperate fully and to let me hide you some place where you’ll be safe.’
‘Why should I trust you when you won’t trust me?’ Luke said.
Drummond sighed. He reached under his turtleneck and lifted up a piece of silver from under the sweater’s black weight. A Saint Michael’s medal, an exact duplicate of the one that Luke wore. The archangel stood tall, sword in one hand, shield in the other, wings of steel spread.
Luke’s eyes widened. ‘Where did you get that?’
‘An old friend gave it to me, a few weeks before he died.’
‘An old friend,’ Luke echoed.
‘Your father. One of my closest friends. Now. Knowing that, will you trust me?’
Luke studied Drummond’s face. ‘I will.’ Seeing the twin of his own medal around Drummond’s neck filled his head with a hundred questions. ‘My dad…’
‘Would order you to listen to me and to do as I say. Please. For your own safety, I cannot explain more. Now. Help me the only way you can. Tell me everything about the Night Road.’
‘I guess I should start with the most important part. The fifty million dollars.’
Drummond raised an eyebrow. Luke could see he hated to be surprised. But he was.
‘The fifty million what?’ Drummond asked.
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Henry Shawcross leaned forward across the table and said, ‘Quicksilver has my son. We are going to get him back.’
Mouser and Snow glanced at each other. A thin haze of smoke from Mouser’s cigarette hung above the hotel
