'Mmm-hmm.' He moaned again.
'Where is this Girard from?'
'More painkiller.' Sam pushed in a little more. 'France? Quatram?' The man seemed uncertain.
'Why are you here?'
'Waiting for the neighbors to shoot a guy called Sam. If they don't, we will.' The man's words were guttural and barely comprehensible.
'The neighbors?'
'I don't understand it.'
'What's your next assignment after that? Anybody else to kill?'
'Amazon. Find Bowden.'
'Bowden who? Who's Bowden?'
Sam thought he recognized the name. It was right under his nose, but he couldn't place it. Something about Bowden and the jungle went together. It would come to him. He snapped back to the present.
'I don't know! Help me.'
He gave the man a bigger dose of morphine.
'Why Bowden? Why the Amazon?'
'Medicine. I think. They don't tell us much. Pharmacy company.'
'Where in the Amazon?'
'Peru? Maybe Brazil. The border.'
'How do you communicate with Girard?'
'Computer.'
'Access address.'
'Pocket.'
Sam found a small black book. He flipped through it.
'Where?'
'Look under u.'
Sam looked under u and found uaeromtioneb. net// exchange. He recognized the name spelled backward. Cute. He stuck the book in his pocket.
'What's the password to get into the site?'
'More morphine.'
'The password.'
'It changes at least every ten days. It's too long. Can't re member.'
'Listen, my friend. I'm going to try hard, but you are prob ably going to die. Why not do the right thing while you're dying. Tell me how to stop this man who calls himself Girard.' Sam gave him more morphine.
'It's in my computer.'
Sam knew it was probably true and that the password would be very long and he took a guess about how it might be stored. He also figured that Gaudet only posted things for a very short window of time and then only when he had tipped off this man to look for something. Still it was worth a try. Maybe Grogg could break through the fire wall.
'In an encoded document?'
'Yeah.'
'What's the password to the document?'
'Birthdate 12/24/61, then Independence Day 07/04, my Social Security number backward, plus the words: 'laughing out loud' run together.'
'In what file is the document?'
'I don't know.'
'When you open your computer, where do you go to get to this password for Girard's site?'
'My Documents.'
'You on a server?'
'Yeah.'
'Homepage?'
'Irishmanandleprechauns. com.'
'Do you have an ISDN line, DSL, or a cable connection to the Internet?'
'ISDN.'
'You leave your computer on?'
'Yes.'
Sam got on the sat phone. At last he may have found a weak link in Gaudet's fortifications. Gaudet was smart but had a dummy working for him. He got Jill, his number three in command, on the phone. Putting her in a management role had been a logical choice. She was smart, had the most experience next to Paul, was the most critical, and had the best instincts of anyone he knew. On the other hand, she had been his lover, never quite letting him forget it, and perhaps still loved him. He had a severe mental thing about risking her in any kind of a fight, which meant he did his best to keep her locked away in the office, and that was a source of contention. In her mind she was a soldier.
'Jill, go to Irishmanandleprechauns. com.' Then to the man, 'What's your name and the password to your exchange server? We're going in right now.'
'Rollin and Rollinstrolley for the password.' He spelled it slowly.
Sam gave it to Jill. 'Go to the C drive. My Documents. Find an encrypted document, password as follows.' He read it to Jill, up to the Social Security number. 'What's your Social Security number, Rollin?'
He got it and told Jill to type it in backward, then type the words, 'laughing out loud.'
'Tell Grogg to use everything he's got to get into a site called by the name Benoit Moreau dot net, but Benoit Moreau is spelled backward. Use the password in Rollin's Word document at Irishmanandleprechauns. com to get in.' Sam rolled Rollin onto the travois and the pain of the move ment caused the man to scream himself hoarse.
As Rollin quieted, Sam heard something and jumped into a bunch of huckleberry. Quickly he circled with his. 45 drawn. Whoever was coming was unskilled. Inside a minute he saw a man walking heavily through the brush. He appeared panicked by the way he moved. Sam hit him with the light.
'Freeze.'
Holding an automatic weapon, the man whirled and shot, one of the bullets just grazing Sam's cheek. Before he could think about it, Sam fired back. A solid hit in the chest knocked the man off his feet, and as the man rolled, Sam realized his foe wore body armor. When he came up again, Sam blew off the side of his face with the second round.
Sam paused for a moment, feeling his bleeding cheek and allowing himself to process the fact that he'd nearly lost his life. Then he tried the radio again.
'Paul?'
'Yo.'
'Where you been?'
'Might ask the same of you. Don't you usually come when a man doesn't answer?'
'I was getting around to it. You seen anybody?'
'Killed two.'
'Just a minute.'
Sam went back to his patient, who had begun groaning again.
'What's Girard look like?'
'Different all the time.'
'Is he here tonight?'
'Yes.'
'How many with you?'
'I think five. I don't know. Please help me.'
Sam gave him more morphine, amazed at the fact that a giant stick up the bowel worked better than truth serum. Of course the finger on the morphine plunger was not to be underrated.
