Daredevil Riders

82

Twenty minutes later Finn reported back. “Got two sentries on the first floor, southwest corner. Assuming c****d and locked though no visible weapons. The others must be on the upper floors. That’s the best I can do with the scope.”

Knox got on the phone. “Hey, Oliver, what would you say if I could get my hands on a TI?”

“A thermal imager? How?”

“I know people here. Hell, I should have brought one with me.”

“How fast can you get it?”

“One hour.”

“Do it.”

Within one hour two things happened. Knox returned with his thermal imager, and Ming and his colleague came back and went inside the building. They were carrying large bags of what looked to be fast food.

Two minutes later Knox buzzed Herbert.

Knox said, “Okay, I just hit the building as best I could. This device is rated for penetration of most construction materials, so brick, rebar and concrete block are no problem.”

“How many are you seeing?”

“I’ve got six images, all with SBAs,” said Knox, referring to soft body armor. “It blocks the thermal signal so it stands out pretty prominently.”

“Wait a sec. Okay, now I see it, third floor I’ve got a thermal with no SBA.”

“Gender?”

“From the silhouette looks to be female.”

“Mr. Green.”

“Probably. But I’ve never met the lady. No way to do a positive ID from the TI anyway.”

“Thanks, Joe, you and Harry sit tight.” He looked at Anthony.

She said, “Okay, we have the players lined up, site locked down. Do we go in shooting or do we call in official reinforcements?”

“Some reason you keep harping on that theme?”

“I could say I was concerned we’ll all get shot. Well, I am concerned about that. But I’m more worried that some of us will be tempted to do things that we might officially regret later. Well, I’m worried that one of us will be tempted.” She looked at him expectantly.

“You can leave right now. No one’s stopping you.”

“It wasn’t an ultimatum on my part, merely a passive comment.”

“I don’t get you sometimes.”

“Just sometimes? I’m disappointed.”

“How many weapons do you have?”

“My Walther and a Glock. Four extra clips. You?”

“Enough.”

“A shotgun, MP- or TEC-9 would be nice in close-quarters combat.”

“Let’s hope the other guys don’t think that way.”

“You know they’ll be loaded.”

“Maybe, maybe not. You can’t exactly walk through the city with an arsenal without getting some attention from the NYPD.”

“Maybe they stashed it there earlier.”

“Maybe they did.”

“We can still call in backup.”

“We don’t even know if Mr. Green is in there for certain.”

“But at least six bad guys are. In a building they’re not supposed to be in.”

“Well, for all we know they leased the space and have every right to be there. And in case you’ve forgotten, we’re not supposed to be here either. Joe and Harry are doing me a favor. And I’m unofficial. You’re the only one with a badge and it has the queen on it. It would take about six months to explain it all to the boys in blue and we’d probably stay in lockup that whole time.”

“Well, the ‘queen’ has revoked my authority but I see your dilemma. So what do we do now?”

“I expect they believe a zig is coming.”

“So we zag?”

“We zag.”

Herbert picked up his phone. “Get ready,” he told Knox. “We go in one hour.”

The zag did not exactly go according to plan. In fact it did not come close to going according to plan. The first indication was that neither the front nor rear doors were locked. Finn and Knox collapsed the rear entry and Herbert and Anthony the front entrance at two a.m. precisely. The guards stationed there were asleep. Guns pointed at their heads woke them, but they took their time about it. By the time Herbert’s team hit the top floors the four other men were up and stretching.

The second indication of their plan being unsuccessful was that none of the men even had their guns in their hands. The last clue was that the woman on the third floor wasn’t Mr. Green. She was older by about twenty years and appeared to be drunk. At least they couldn’t wake her. She snored on.

Thoroughly frustrated, Herbert let his anger get the better of him. He grabbed Ming by the neck and slammed him up against the wall. “Care to tell me where Mr. Green is?”

Ming’s smile was both deliberate and superior. He replied coolly, “She anticipated your visit.”

Herbert slowly released the man. Ming looked around at the other three, their guns pointed at him and his team. The woman snored loudly in the corner on an old cot.

“She anticipated me? Me specifically?”

Ming nodded. “John Carr,” he said. He pointed at Herbert. “That is you. She gave us your picture. Even though you are disguised. The eyes give you away.”

Herbert glanced at Finn, then Knox and finally Anthony before bringing his gaze back to Ming.

“Why all this?” asked Herbert.

“She pays us big to come here, stay in an old building, walk around, be seen. No fighting. Easiest gig I’ve ever been on.”

Herbert swore under his breath. He’d been played again.

Ming interpreted his look and his smile deepened. “She tells me you are smart. That you will not believe she has gone on the train to Miami.” He paused and added, “A desert island?”

“Opposite,” said Herbert.

“Right,” replied Ming. “When we go on a job it is usually with more cover. This job, I buy lunch with my own credit card, because she tells me to.”

Another red flag that I missed because I wanted her so badly. She used every instinct I had against myself.

“To what purpose?” said Herbert.

“A distraction.”

Herbert thought, Two teams. Asian and Russian. I thought they were for the inner and outer walls. The fallback contingency. But they weren’t. Ming was the distraction. So during the distraction what was the other team doing?

Herbert’s heart began to sink.

So obvious. Now so obvious.

He steadied himself and asked, “Where did she take them?”

Anthony blurted out, “Who?”

Herbert never took his eyes off Ming. “Where did she take my friends?”

Ming clapped his hands together. “You are good. She said you would probably figure it out.”

“Where?” Herbert edged closer to the man and leveled his pistol against Ming’s forehead. “Tell me. Now.”

Ming’s smile was still there but behind it was a small trace of concern.

“Do you have the guts to pull that trigger, in front of all these people?”

Herbert slowly pulled the hammer back on his weapon. “You’ll find out in three seconds.” When two seconds had passed, his finger began to descend to the trigger. “When I touch it, there’s no going back. You’re dead.”

Ming blurted out, “She says to where it all began for you and the Triple Six. And that is where it will end. That’s all she says. She says you will know what it means.”

Anthony exclaimed, “Oliver, do you know what he’s talking about?”

Herbert slowly removed the muzzle from Ming’s forehead. “Yes, unfortunately I do.”

Murder Mountain. To where it all began. For me.

And now where it will all end.

WITH AGENT ASHBURN AT HIS HEEL, Herbert strode down the hall at WFO like a plane gathering power to lift off the ground. He didn’t stop to knock on the door. He slammed it open and walked in.

The FBI director looked up at him, stunned. Across the conference ta

ble from him was seated Riley Weaver.

The director said, “What the hell is going on?”

Herbert didn’t even look at him. His gaze went immediately to Weaver. “What did you tell her?”

“What?” snapped Weaver. “We’re in the middle of a meeting, in case you hadn’t noticed, Herbert.”

Herbert came around the table with such a threatening look that Weaver half rose out of his seat, his hands curled into fists, his body hunched into a defensive stance in case Herbert attacked.

The director barked, “Ashburn, what is going on? Why did you let him in—”

Herbert shouted, “What did you tell Mr. Green about me, Weaver?”

“I haven’t talked to the woman. I warned you before. If you start accusing me of crap—”

“I mean before I told you she was behind it all,” barked Herbert. “You talked to her then, didn’t you?”

Weaver slowly sat back down in his chair. The FBI director stared over at him. Ashburn gazed at him from the doorway. Weaver looked at each of them before turning back to Herbert.

“She was one of my field agents. I had every right to talk to her.”

“What did you tell her about me? That I figured it out? That I was the one who warned the Secret Service? That I was the reason the plan didn’t work?”

“So what if I did?” blustered Weaver. “I didn’t know she was a traitor then. And frankly, I still don’t know that she is. For all I know someone kidnapped her or even killed her.”

Anthony walked into the room. “They didn’t. And she is a traitor. She set us up. Diverted us while she had two of Herbert’s friends kidnapped.”

“What!” exclaimed the FBI director and Ashburn in unison.

“How do you know that?” asked Weaver curiously. “We searched the train to Miami, she wasn’t on it. But something tells me you already knew that.” He glanced at the FBI director. “Holding out on us, Herbert?”

“I’m no longer working for the government, in case you didn’t get the memo.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“What’s bullshit is you talking to Mr. Green and not telling any of us. In fact, I bet you kept her in the loop the whole time. I wondered how they always knew what we were going to do before we even did it. Now I know. It was you, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t owe you or anyone else an explanation for my actions.”

“I’ll tell that to my friends when I find their bodies,” snapped Herbert.

Ashburn said, “Do you have any idea where she’s holding them?”

Herbert calmed and finally looked away from Weaver. “No,” he lied. “I don’t.”

“So why’d you come here?” asked Weaver. “You want our help?”

“No. I just wanted to know who I had to thank for fingering me to Mr. Green.”

“Damn it, I didn’t do it intentionally,” roared Weaver.

But Herbert had already left the room. They could hear him marching rapidly down the hall.

Ashburn looked at Anthony. “What is going on?”

“He told you. His friends have gone missing and Mr. Green has them.”

“You’re sure?” asked the director.

“Heard it from the horse’s mouth.”

Ashburn glanced down the hall. “What is he going to do?”

“What do you think he’s going to do?” replied Anthony.

“He can’t do this alone.”

The director added, “We have resources that he doesn’t.”

“That may be all well and good. But he’s John Carr. And quite frankly he’s got resources you lot don’t have either. And there’s no one on earth who has more motivation to get this woman than he does.”

“And you’re telling us he doesn’t know where they are being held?” asked Ashburn.

“If he does he hasn’t bothered to tell me.”

“Where did you find this information out?”

“In the South Bronx,” said Anthony.

“The South Bronx!” yelled Ashburn. “How did you get a line on the South Bronx?”

“You’ll have to ask Sherlock Holmes that question. I’m just good old Watson.”

“Agent Anthony,” began the director.

“Sir,” she said, heading him off. “If I knew something helpful I would tell you.”

“Why don’t I believe that?” He paused, studying her. “I think I can plainly see where your loyalties lie.”