Chapter 61
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FORTY-THREE MILES AWAY, slightly east of north, the exact same list was lying open on a polihed desk in a small windowless office in the darkness of the Pentagon's interior. It was two Xerox generations newer than Gina's version, but it was otherwise identical. All the same pages were there. And they had eleven marks on them, against eleven names. Not hasty check marks in pencil, like Gina had scrawled, but neat under-linings done with a fountain pen and a beveled ruler held away from the paper so the ink wouldn't smudge.
Three of the eleven names had second lines struck through them.
The list was framed on the desk by the uniformed forearms of the office's occupant. They were flat on the wood, and the wrists were c****d upward to keep the hands clear of the surface. The left hand held a ruler. The right hand held a pen. The left hand moved and placed the ruler exactly horizontal along the inked line under a fourth name. Then it slid upward a fraction and rested across the name itself. The right hand moved and the pen scored a thick line straight through it. Then the pen lifted off the page.
"SO WHAT DO we do about it?" Harper asked.
Gina leaned back and closed his eyes again.
"I think you should gamble," he said. "I think you should stake out the surviving eight around the clock and I think the guy will walk into your arms within sixteen days. "
he sounded uncertain.
"Hell of a gamble," he said. "It's very tenuous. You're guessing about what he's guessing about when he looks at the list. "
"I'm supposed to be representative of the guy. So what I guess should be what he guesses, right?"
"Suppose you're wrong?"
"As opposed to what? The progress you're making?"
he still sounded uncertain. "OK. I guess it's a valid theory. Worth pursuing. But maybe they thought of it already. "
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?"
he was quiet for a second. "OK, talk to Jackr, first thing
tomorrow. "
He opened his eyes. "You think he'll be here?"
Harper nodded. "he'll be here. "
"Won't there be a funeral for her father?"
Harper nodded again. "There'll have to be a funeral, obviously. But he won't go. he'd miss her own funeral, a case like this. "
"OK, but you do the talking, and talk to Loveth instead. Keep it away from Jackr. "
"Why?"
"Because her sister clearly lives alone, remember? So her odds just went all the way down to eight to one. Loveth will have to pull her off now. "
"If he agrees with you. "
"He should. "
"Maybe he will. But he won't pull her off. "
"He should. "
"Maybe, but he won't. "
Gina shrugged. "Then don't bother telling him anything. I'm just wasting my time here. The guy's an i***t. "
"Don't say that. You need to cooperate. Think about Lanny. "
He closed his eyes again and thought about Lanny. he seemed a long way away. He thought about her for a long time.
"Let's go eat," Harper said. "Then I'll go talk to Loveth. "
FORTY-THREE MILES AWAY, slightly east of north, the uniformed man stared at the paper, motionless. There was a look on his face appropriate to a man making slow progress through a complicated undertaking. Then there was a knock at his door.
"Wait," he called.
He clicked the ruler down onto the wood and capped his pen and clipped it into his pocket. Folded the list and opened a drawer in his desk and slipped the list inside and weighted it down with a book. The book was a Bible, King James Version, black calfskin binding. He placed the ruler flat on top of the Bible and slid the drawer closed. Took keys from his pocket and locked the drawer. Put the keys back in his pocket and moved in his chair and straightened his jacket.
"Come," he called.
The door opened and a corporal stepped inside and saluted.
"Your car is here, Colonel," he said.
"OK, Corporal," the colonel said.
THE SKIES ABOVE Quantico were still clear, but the crispness in the air was plummeting toward a real night chill. Darkness was creeping in from the east, behind the buildings. Gina and Harper walked quickly and the lights along the path came on in sequence, following their pace, as if their passing was switching the power. They ate alone, at a table for two in a different part of the cafeteria. They walked back to the main building through full darkness. They rode the elevator and he unlocked his door with her key.
"Thanks for your input," he said.
He said nothing.
"And thanks for the handgun tutorial," he said.
He nodded. "My pleasure. "
"It's a good technique. "
"An old master sergeant taught it to me. "
he smiled. "No, not the shooting technique. The tutorial technique. "
He nodded again, remembering her back pressed close against his chest, her hips jammed against his, her hair in his face, her feel, her smell.
"Showing is always better than telling. I guess," he said.
"Can't beat it," he replied.
he closed the door on him and he heard her walk away.
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