name of the person or persons who had seen the apocalypse paper.
More miles went by. Robie stopped for gas and another meal. He sat at the counter, his attention focused on the food in front of him, but his mind racing well beyond the confines of the roadside diner.
There was her shot list.
Jacobs first. Gelder next. She said they were traitors.
She also said there were others.
But she had killed Jacobs and Gelder before she’d come out to see Roy West. So she had to know they were part of the apocalypse paper before she’d confronted West.
That could only mean one thing.
Robie had lifted the glass of iced tea to his lips but then slowly set it down without drinking.
There had to be someone else out there. Maybe more than one who knew about the paper, who were perhaps actively pursuing its goals but were still unknown to Reel.
She was methodically killing off these conspirators—that was how Robie naturally started to think of them—but her list was incomplete.
So many more questions assailed him now, chief of which was why and how Reel had become involved in all this. What was the catalyst that had prompted her to risk everything to do what she was doing?
He had looked the woman in the eyes. He had come away with a definite conclusion.
This was not simply another mission. This was personal.
And if Robie was right about that, there had to be a reason. No, there had to be a person involved who made it personal for her. She said they had killed someone who meant a lot to her. And he or she had been killed because they were going to expose the plot.
Robie had lots of questions and no answers. But he knew one thing.
An apocalypse was never how you wanted it to end.
CHAPTER
45
CHILDREN WHOOPING. Balloons all the colors of the rainbow. Presents that each cost well into three figures.
Judge Samuel Kent looked around the room and smiled at the antics of the elementary school–age kids in the large sunroom where the birthday party was taking place. Kent had married later in life, and his youngest child was a guest here at the home of a well-heeled lobbyist who made his money by selling whatever needed selling on Capitol Hill.
Kent’s wife, nearly twenty years younger, was not in attendance. A spa trip to Napa valley with her girlfriends had taken priority over her son’s friend’s party. Yet Kent was happy to fill in. It gave him certain opportunities.
He scanned the room once more and nodded his head.
The man walked briskly toward him.
He was taller than Kent, running to flab, and his hair was receding rapidly. And though it was a party, he wasn’t smiling. He looked, in fact, like he was going to be sick.
“Howard?” said Kent, holding out his hand, which the other man quickly shook. His skin was clammy.
Congressman Howard Decker said, “We need to talk.”
Kent smiled and indicated a large piñata hanging from the ceiling in one corner of the room. “I don’t want to be here when they start attacking that thing. Shall we take a walk outside? The garden is very impressive.”
The two men went out the French doors and started strolling through the elaborate gardens that covered the better part of three acres. There was a pool, a guesthouse, an outdoor stone pavilion, a reflecting pond, benches and gates and side gardens, and a potting shed. Both men were wealthy and thus felt right at home in such a palatial setting.
When they were well away from the house in an isolated stretch of the property, they stopped walking.
Kent said, “How’re things on the Hill?”
“That’s not what I want to talk about and you know it.”
“I do know, Howard. I’m just trying to keep your nerves from running away with you. Poker faces are important.”
“And you’re not concerned? I understand she nearly got you,” said Decker.
“We were prepared. The only problem was she was more nimble than we thought.”
“You know Roy West is dead.”
“Neither significant nor relevant,” replied Kent.
“Reel?”
“Again, neither significant nor relevant.”
“I think she is very significant and relevant. Jacobs, Gelder, you? She has a list. How?” he demanded.
“It’s obvious,” said Kent. “I trusted Joe Stockwell when I shouldn’t have. I thought he was one of us. He wasn’t. He fooled me and it cost us.”
“So he told Reel?”
Kent nodded, looking thoughtful. “That seems to be the case. Too bad we didn’t kill him sooner.”
“Why? What’s the connection between Stockwell and Reel?”
“I don’t know,” replied Kent. “But there must have been one. He was with the U.S. Marshals at one point and had good connections. I tried to find what those were after we learned he was spying on us instead of working with us. But a lot of it is classified. I couldn’t push too hard without raising suspicions.”
“Then we’re all compromised. I’m probably on that list. He knew about me.”
“Yes, you very well could be on the list.”
“Reel got to Gelder. He was the number two, for God’s sake. What chance do I have?”
“A very good chance. We almost got her, Howard. She has to know the targets are hardened by now. She’ll be on the defensive. She’ll have to pull back.”
“If she killed West, she’s hardly on the defensive,” countered Howard.
“West wasn’t really a hardened target. And we still don’t know all the facts. If she did kill him she went there to gain more information.”
“And if he gave it to her?”
“He had none to give. She was grasping at straws. That shows how weakened her position is.”
“Someone had to tell her about West.”
“We’re looking into that. But I don’t see it as especially important. We have bigger fish to fry.”
“West went psycho militia. I would hardly call that not hardened. He had guns and bombs and a bunch of men as crazy as he was. And she still killed him.”
“I never said she wasn’t capable or dangerous. She is.”
“So she could get to me.”
“She could get to me too. But we have to play the odds, Howard. And the odds are with us. But at the same time, when we entered into this ‘opportunity’ we knew it came with risks. You don’t set out to do something on this grand a scale without risks.”
“What if she knows everything?”
“She doesn’t. If she did there are other channels she could have pursued. She knows who is involved. She may know generally what we want to do. She doesn’t know the specific target. I would know if she did, trust me.”
Howard passed a hand over his forehead, which was wicking off sweat though the day was cool. “It didn’t seem as risky when we were planning it.”
“Planning something never seems risky. It’s in the execution where all the risk comes.”
“And that’s what Reel has been doing, executing people.”
“That’s what she does. And she’s good at it.”
“How do you know so much about it?”
“I wasn’t always a judge, Howard.”
“Intelligence?”
“Not something I can talk about.”
“How did you end up on the bench?”
“A law degree and friends in high places. And it allows me great cover and latitude for other endeavors. But I know what I’m talking about. We’ll get through this. Don’t for a second think that I’m not counterpunching against Reel. She’s good, but she’s alone. She can’t match our resources.”
“She’s still out there. She’s still alive.”
“For now.” Kent looked toward the house. “I think they must be getting close to cake and ice cream. We should probably head back. Don’t want to disappoint the kiddies.”
As the two men walked back to the house, Kent thought about the next move o
n the game board.
He had not been entirely honest with his nervous congressman.
Reel was a force to be reckoned with; that was certain.
But Kent had bigger problems.