the questions were, who was it, and why were they following him?
He could have called the highway patrol, had a few beefy state troopers pull the Neon over and politely ask those questions. Of course, if the shadower turned out to be Lee, he’d just as soon not air that laundry in front of Virginia authorities; best to keep that in house. Or he could have scrambled a Net Force military team and had them brace the driver, but the truth was, he could take care of his own business. He had his side arm right here, and as yet there was no reason to call out the troops, especially if this turned out to be a huge coincidence. Somebody lost trying to find their way out by following him.
Yeah, right.
He was mindful of what Michaels had said about the DEA agent Brett Lee. After that shooting in L.A., Howard could cost the agent his job, maybe even cause him to face a criminal prosecution. And since the man seemed to be involved in something illegal besides that, he might not be too unhappy if Howard were to run his car into a tree somewhere and not survive the accident.
Of course, it was a long way from following somebody around in your car to premeditated murder, and maybe that wasn’t what this was all about. Maybe it was somebody else altogether. Somebody Howard had run afoul of and didn’t recall, out stalking for other reasons entirely.
So, the thing was, he needed to box up whoever it was tailing him, stroll on over, and have a few words with him and find out.
Out here in the country, among all the trees and fields and pastures, he ought to be able to find a place to do that.
He started looking.
32
Drayne was not surprised when Shawanda Silverman got back to him within a day. She had a nice place all lined up, and any time he wanted to come by and take a look, she would make herself available.
Times must be hard in the real estate biz, he figured.
He got the address and information and said he’d be by to pick up the keys soon. All the legal stuff had been handled over the net, e-sigs and the money transfer from one of the blind-alley addys. It was a done deal.
He wouldn’t go himself, of course, he didn’t want his face to stick in her mind. Normally, he would have sent Tad, but Tad was still zoned out on the deck. Drayne had tossed a blanket over him when it got dark and cool, then put a beach umbrella up to shade him when the sun came up. Old Tad might not move for another day or two, if ever he moved again at all.
Fortunately, the bodyguards had shown up, and while two of the four he hired weren’t the sharpest knives in the drawer, the other two were fairly bright. All were armed with handguns, they had a couple of pump shot-guns in a big case, and all claimed fighting expertise in some Oriental martial art or another. The biggest of the bunch was six two and two fifty, easy, and had a face that had stopped a few punches. One of the smarter ones was Adam, a tall and muscular dishwater-blond in his late twenties who looked as if he might have done some surfing at one time.
Drayne decided to send Adam to meet with Ms. Silverman, to collect the key for the new place.
“Your name is Lazlo Mead, M-e-a-d, and you work for Projects, Inc.,” he told Adam. “If she says anything about your voice sounding different, tell her you had a cold when you talked on the phone.”
“Won’t be a problem,” Adam said. He took a breath, blew half of it out, then said, “Hello there, Miz Silverman. I’m Lazlo Mead.”
Drayne had heard his own voice on recordings enough to recognize that Adam’s impersonation was dead-on. “Jeez, that’s good.”
“I do a little stand-up now and then,” Adam said. “Unfortunately, it doesn’t pay real well. Not yet, anyhow.”
After Adam was gone, Drayne pondered the bodyguard situation a little. He wasn’t planning on telling any of them the location of the safe house, just in case push came to shove and they got left behind when he took off. Adam was smart enough to figure it out, and if he wanted to bother, he could con it out of Silverman easily enough. After all, he would be Lazlo, wouldn’t he? That might be a problem, so if things went into the toilet, he’d have to make sure Adam either got clear with him or wasn’t going to be able to tell anybody what he knew about the hidey hole.
Maybe it was time to get that gun, Drayne figured.
But at least things were on the move, his insurance was in place, and he felt a lot better.
He had put the word out to his customers that the Hammer was going to be available with the timer starting in forty-eight hours. Within a matter of a few minutes, he had twenty orders, and an hour after that, twenty-five more. That was forty-five hits of the drug, plus one for Tad, if he was awake by then. And since Tad was out cold, Drayne would have to do the deals himself, but that wasn’t a problem, he’d use net cutouts and FedEx Same Day only, no Zee-ster face-to-face to worry about. Now all he needed was some chem.
With the guards, he didn’t want to start out too wild, so he decided to go to the RV to do his mixing when it came time. He wouldn’t need them to go with him, they were mainly to protect his castle and his retreat if he needed to run. Nobody would know him from, well, Adam out in the desert where the RV would meet him.
He grinned. Yep, things were back on track. Except for that crap with his old man. Well. He could sort all that out later. Come up with some story that would make the old man feel bad, like maybe he was a spy or an undercover cop or something. Yeah. Wouldn’t that be poetic justice? Having his father think he was serving his country while being accused of doing something illegal and immoral. That would be a hoot.
For now, maybe it was time to pop a cork and have some bubbly. And maybe get one of the new bodyguards to show him about guns, too.
“You are leaving me here and going where?” Toni said.
“Hey, you discovered the clue,” Alex said. “We need to follow it up.”
“We need to do that? Net Force doesn’t do that kind of field work, that’s for the regular FBI.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t know how secure that would be now. If Jay’s suspicion is right, we have two guys who are capable of getting information not normally available. NSA has ears everywhere.”
“Come on, you couldn’t figure a way around that? Couldn’t you hand-carry this info to somebody in the shop and have them check into it without exposing it to outside ears?”
Alex continued packing his overnight bag, tucking his bathroom travel kit into the case. “If I knew who to trust, sure. The director is on our case about this. If it goes wonky, even if it’s not our fault, you know who will get the blame. Much easier to shove it off on Net Force than to admit problems in her house. Or worse, making accusations against a brother agency without ironclad proof. You’ve been around long enough to know which way that wind blows.”
“It sounds like rationalization to me,” she said. “An excuse to get out of the office. And. out of here.”
He stopped packing and looked at her.
“I’m fat, hormonal, pale, and pregnant,” she said. “And I’m driving you crazy.”
He came over and caught her shoulders. “No. You are carrying our child, and I love you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, more so now than ever.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“Well, yeah,” he said. But he grinned.
She grinned back at him. “You’re a bastard.”
“Take that up with Mom. She never told me, and I’m sure my father would have been surprised to know that.”
“A smart-ass bastard at that.”
But she grinned, too.
“I’m meeting Jay and John Howard at the airport in about three hours. We have time for a shower and a proper good-bye, don’t we?”
