The Book of Spies

63

Athens, Greece
AS A fresh breeze blew in through the window, Judd sat with Eva and Tucker at the table in the hotel room, her laptop open before them. They were studying NSA's photos and geographical information about the unnamed island that might house the Library of Gold.
There were rocky outcroppings, wide valleys, and rolling hills. The island was ten square miles of beautiful wilderness, except for orchards and a flat-topped mesa on the south side on which stood the three buildings Robin had described.
"The library could be in the big building," Eva said. "But if there are twenty people living there year-round, where are they housed? It doesn't seem large enough."
Judd ran through the small photos on the screen until he found three pictures showing the mesa at a slant. Working quickly, he grew the images, choosing the best. The resolution was excellent, zeroing down to six inches. All had been taken just an hour earlier.
"Four stories underground," Tucker announced. "That answers one question. Too bad the glass is darkened. No way to see inside."
"Now it makes sense. I'll bet the library is down there somewhere," Eva said. "That would be optimum for keeping out sunlight and controlling for humidity, temperature, and so forth."
They had already seen armed guards patrolling in Jeeps--thirty men, two in each vehicle--on the dirt roads that ribbonned the island and gave access to remote areas. Judd focused on one pair.
"M4 assault rifles. They're not there to play games. Do you recognize anyone, Tucker?" He showed him photo after photo.
"No, all strangers," Tucker said. "Check one of the beaches. Let's see what other kinds of security the island has."
Judd clicked a photo, making it bigger and bigger. "There are your security cameras, Tucker. And look--movement- and heat-sensing monitors."
"Swell."
"We saw squirrels and birds. Wouldn't they set off the monitors' alarms?" Eva asked.
"The system can be programmed to ignore wildlife," Judd explained.
They analyzed the other beaches and the cliffs around the island, finding the same tight protection everywhere.
"It's a fortress." Eva's voice was discouraged.
Judd focused on the wharf, where a cargo ship was docked. Men were carrying boxes onto it.
"They're loading something." Eva stared. "I wonder what that means."
"Did either of you see any guard dogs?" Judd adjusted himself in his chair, pushing from his mind the aching gunshot wound in his side.
Both shook their heads.
"At least we have that. Okay, so let's focus on the cliff beneath the compound."
They studied the photos.
"Very steep," Tucker said. "At least five hundred feet high, I'd say. It'd be impossible to dodge the cameras and monitors if we tried to climb it."
"You're right. Let's check the top of the mesa."
Judd enlarged more photos, showing the swimming pool, a picnic area, and a satellite dish. A gardener was watering plants on an outdoor patio, and a woman was setting out buckets of balls on the tennis courts. Two dirt roads coming from the east and west converged north of the complex and became a two-car cement driveway that ran south, passing the satellite dish and descending under the east side of the main house. There on the flat area beside the house stood a mountain of boxes and crates. Men were loading them into a van. Following the drive east, Judd saw it curved not only north but south, to the wharf.
"I don't like this," he muttered. He chose photos of the buildings' exteriors.
"No monitors," Tucker said. "They probably figured no one was ever going to get close enough to be a threat. Zero in on the ground-floor windows of the big house."
Judd did. The windows extended across and around the building, showcasing the ocean view. Tall glass panels were open to the air. They could see two middle-age women in white skirts and blouses walking across the main room inside, carrying drinks on trays.
"No sign of Preston," Judd said. "Or Yitzhak and Roberto." Then he noticed more boxes against the back.
He enlarged the photos, homing in. The stack was so tall and wide it looked like a wall. Beside it, pieces of furniture waited, covered with sheets.
Tucker leaned close. "My God, they're packing up and moving out. Crap."
"They could be gone tomorrow," Judd agreed. "We could lose the Library of Gold."
A worried hush filled the room.
"This isn't going to be easy," Eva observed. "There are a lot more guards than Robin told us. We saw thirty in the Jeeps alone."
"She said tonight was the annual banquet," Judd reminded her. "She expected more security, but you're right--this is getting increasingly dangerous. Yitzhak and Roberto may be hostages, so we've got to save them as well as figure out who's behind Dad's murder and what the Library of Gold has to do with terrorism. Whatever it is, Dad must've felt it was imminent. And now we've got the pressure of the library's being moved. If we don't go in soon, we might never find it again."
"Can we call in Catapult for help?" Eva asked Tucker. "How about Langley?"
The spymaster drummed his fingers on the tabletop. "Hudson Canon is likely working for the other side, so we don't want him to discover where we are and what we're up to. It's safest to tell no one. But I have a partial solution: There's a small U.S. naval base at Souda Bay, on Crete. It's not far from the island. If we don't have any of our paramilitary teams stationed there now, Gloria should be able to stay out of Hudson's way long enough to pull some strings to get a couple sent over for short-term duty."
Judd nodded. "I like that. We can use some help."
Tucker took out his mobile and turned it on. Then he dialed. "Gloria isn't answering," he told them. Then into the phone: "This is Tucker. Call me as soon as you get my message."
Judd stared at his watch and frowned. "Gloria knows the operation's gone hot. Shouldn't she answer no matter what? For Chrissakes, she must be home in bed. It's the middle of the night there. Surely the call would've awakened her."
"Not if she's deactivated her mobile," Tucker reminded him. "I'm going to check my e-mail."
Judd looked for e-mail on his mobile, too. Then he checked for messages. "Nothing."
"Take a gander at this," Tucker said grimly and turned the screen so Judd and Eva could read.
Canon is hunting you. I talked to Debi, who told me he has NSA tracking Judd's and your mobiles. I'm sending this from a new Black-Berry. No encoding. I'm going to toss it. You're on your own. Get rid of those mobiles! Sorry.
Shock filled the room.
"We've got to get out of here." Judd jumped to his feet.
Eva opened the duffel and threw things inside.
"I'll be back with my stuff." Tucker ran out the door.
In minutes they were packed. As Judd opened the window and peered down, Tucker stuck his head inside the door.
"Give me your mobile."
Judd tossed it. "What are you--"
But Tucker had vanished.
Judd zipped the duffel. "I'll go first," he told Eva.
Slinging it over his shoulder, he crawled out onto the ledge. A warm wind whistled past. They were five stories above a driveway that resembled a narrow alley. On the other side stood another hotel, brick and as tall as theirs. Sunlight filtered down between, leaving half the drive in shadow.
"Come on, Eva." He reached a hand inside the window and felt her firm grip.
Her shoulder satchel hanging across her back, she gingerly crawled out onto the ledge beside him.
She looked around. "Thank God there's a fire escape. After London, I can now claim to have experience."
"I'm here," Tucker announced from inside, behind their legs.
They moved aside, and he pulled himself out onto the ledge. "My room faces the hotel's rear, and there was a bus with luggage on top getting ready to leave. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. I threw the mobiles onto it. Now they'll have a moving target to follow. Canon's probably having NSA live-tracking our mobiles."
"That could buy us some time," Judd agreed.
He swung a foot onto the metal rung and started down. He felt the fire escape wobble as Eva, then Tucker, followed him. He looked back up to check on them.
"So how are we going to get on the island?" Eva asked.
"Can you parachute?" Tucker replied.
"Who, me?"
"I thought not. The safest way is to go in at night with black parachutes and gear. I have a former colleague in town who can help with that. I'm hoping the Library of Gold banquet will be a good distraction to cover us, since it looks as if we're going into the serpent's mouth without hope of backup."
Judd felt a chill. "We can't take you with us," he told Eva. "You're not trained. Too damn dangerous."
"You're not leaving me behind." Her eyes glinted. "I'll parachute in with one of you. You may need what I know about the library."
Tucker made a decision. "She's right. This is too important to f*ck up."
Judd did not like it. A wave of worry shot through him as he reached the third story. Then he froze. The two men who had been with Preston on the Metro were striding from the rear of the building, their heads swiveling, their hands against their ears, clasping cell phones as they listened. Their other hands were inside their jackets. They had still not looked up.
"Shit," Eva muttered behind him.
Judd gave himself a shake to loosen his muscles. The noise of a large engine sounded, and a long white-and-gray tourist bus entered the drive behind the men, cruising toward the street. A short toot of the horn sounded, causing the pair of killers to scramble to the side--to their hotel's side--so the bus could pass. They were less than thirty feet away.
Judd whispered over his shoulder, "We're going to join our mobiles."
Tucker sighed and nodded. Eva stared at him, then gave a short nod.
Going as quietly as he could, Judd continued down as the bus neared. But then the fire escape creaked behind him. At the noise, Preston's men gazed up in unison. Their pistols appeared in their hands as the tourist bus rolled beneath the fire escape.
"Let's go!" Judd leaped, landing hard on two flat canvas suitcases.
Eva and Tucker dropped near the rear of the bus. All of them burrowed down among the piles of luggage. Shouts followed the bus as it turned onto the street.
"Are you all right?" Judd asked immediately.
They nodded and turned, studying the hotel. Preston ran out the front door and gestured. A van squealed to the curb, and he jumped inside. The lumbering bus was no race car, and Preston would soon catch up.
"Is that who I think it is?" Tucker had been staring at the jeans and black jacket.
"Himself," Judd said. "That a*shole Preston."
"Oh, hell," Eva said. "What do we do now?"
"Improvise. Come on." Judd scrambled to the sidewalk side of the bus.
Traffic noises filled the air. They were going downhill, passing Platia Exarchia. Shops, restaurants, hotels, and office buildings lined the avenue. From their elevated vantage point, they watched it all.
"I know this section." Eva was looking ahead. "See that big building in the next block? That's where we want to go. It's a parking garage."
They peered back. There was only one car between them and Preston's van.
"You know," Tucker decided. "I'm tired of this. You handle the parking garage. I'll take care of Preston. Then I'll catch up." He slid out his Browning.
"Are you sure?" Judd asked.
"I'm not that old, Judson."
The bus rumbled on. As they neared the garage, Tucker hunched up enough so he would be visible to the van. He scuttled across the bus to the street side. Over the luggage, Judd watched the van pull into the other lane to be closer to Tucker.
"But he is old," Eva worried.
"If only a tenth of everything I've heard about him is true, he can more than handle himself."
As Tucker aimed his pistol, they turned to watch again for the parking garage. They were only one building away. Grasping the guardrails atop the bus, they slid over, their legs dangling, and dropped and staggered. At the same time, a rain of gunfire sounded from above and from the van on the other side. The bus wobbled. Judd had a brief glimpse of passengers' faces, stunned, then horrified, by the sight of him and Eva. They whipped their heads around to peer across the bus toward the noise of gunshots.
Judd pulled out his Beretta and ran toward the driver's side of a car that had just pulled into the garage.
"Give me your keys," he demanded of the driver as he emerged.
The driver's face was white. His clenched fist opened, and the keys started to slide off.
Judd snatched them, and Eva slid into the car's passenger seat. Hearing the loud noise of a car crash, from his peripheral vision Judd saw Preston's van had hit a car in the oncoming lane of traffic. Tucker slid off the back of the bus, stumbled, and ran onto the sidewalk toward them. His corrugated face showed a grim smile.
Judd opened the rear door of the car, then dropped in behind the steering wheel. He gunned the motor. Breathing heavily, Tucker fell into the backseat and slammed the door.
"Did you erase Preston?" Judd said.
"Don't know," Tucker rumbled. "But there are enough holes in the top of that van, it looks like a fine Swiss cheese."
"Drive straight ahead," Eva ordered. "This parking garage has an exit onto the next street. They'll never find us."
Until the next time, Judd thought but did not say. He slammed the accelerator.