CHAPTER
57
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” demanded Robie.
He did not lower his pistol. She was old but she could still be a threat.
She said calmly, “I could ask you the same question, young man. This is not Cabin 14. This is Cabin 17. As I told you, it’s already rented.”
“Doesn’t seem to be anyone here. Doesn’t look lived in at all. Just photos and a white rose on the table.”
Gwen looked past him to the photos and flower then drew her gaze back to him. “Doesn’t matter. They paid, and it’s theirs to do with what they want.”
“Who exactly are ‘they’?”
“Like I said before, confidential.”
“I think we’re well past confidences, Gwen. I think you need to tell me right now.”
“She won’t but I will.”
Robie swung his pistol around to take aim at the newcomer.
Jessica Reel was standing in front of him.
What surprised him was that she had no gun. Her arms were down by her sides. Robie ran his gaze quickly over her.
Reel said, “No weapons, Will. No throwing knife. No tricks.”
Robie remained silent as she took another deliberate step into the room. He kept swiveling his gaze between both women.
Reel had said she was unarmed, something he didn’t believe. But she hadn’t said the old woman wasn’t packing. And at this short distance even an eighty-year-old could shoot and kill him.
“You two know each other?” he asked at last.
“You could say that,” replied Reel. “She was my security blanket.”
Robie cocked his head questioningly at her.
“I thought if she was here you wouldn’t put a bullet in my head.”
“I didn’t in Arkansas.”
“I appreciate that more than you’ l l ever know. But circumstances change.”
“Yes, they do. But why would you think her being here would stop me from killing you now?”
“Because if you kill me, you’d have to kill her. And you don’t kill innocent people. It’s not how you’re wired.”
Robie shook his head. “How do I know she’s innocent? She doesn’t seem surprised by any of this.”
Gwen said, “But I was. Didn’t think you could move that fast. Scared me.”
“He always did move fast,” said Reel. “But no unnecessary movement. Everything calculated for maximum efficiency. I saw that in Arkansas vividly. A one-man army.”
“So where does that leave us?”
“With you pointing a gun at me. Like back in Arkansas.”
“Doesn’t really answer the question.”
“What do you want the answer to be?”
“You killed two members of the agency in cold blood. Under normal circumstances that would be enough of an answer for me. That’s what I told you in Arkansas, and that’s what I’m telling you now. Back there I asked for an explanation. I’m asking again.”
She took another step forward. “Under normal circumstances?” she said.
Robie let his finger slide past the trigger guard and close in on the trigger. Reel noted this and stopped moving. They both knew he was close to the point of no return.
Gwen hovered in the background looking tense, her gaze focused on Reel.
Robie said, “DiCarlo? She made it clear to me that the situation was not normal.” Robie gestured over his shoulder to the table. “White Rose? Resistance group in World War II. Fought against what they considered the traitorous Nazis.”
“I was afraid they’d police the roses I left.”
“They did, only they missed a couple of petals. Probably the only reason they left the book in your locker for me to look at. They didn’t think I’d have any evidence of the flower.”
“Good to know they make mistakes.”
“My problem, though, is that maybe you’re the traitor and all this is a smokescreen.”
“Maybe I am.”
“Jess!” snapped Gwen. “You know that’s not true.”
Robie let his gaze flicker over the old woman. He had already noted she was fully dressed, though the hour was very late.
This was all planned.
Robie asked Gwen, “Who exactly are you?”
Gwen looked at Reel but said nothing. Reel slowly turned to look at her. Robie thought he saw her smile, though it was hard to tell in the poor light.
Reel said, “An old friend of mine. A very old friend. Family, actually.”
“I didn’t think you had any. Your mom’s dead. You old man’s in prison for life.”
“Gwen was the only decent foster parent I had.”
“When they took you away...” Gwen began, but her voice faltered.
“If you were a good foster parent, why was she taken away?”
Reel answered, “There is no logic in foster care. What happens happens.”
“Okay, but that doesn’t explain why she’s here.”
Reel said, “I bought this place four years ago. Under an alias, of course. I brought Gwen up to run it.”
“You own the motor court?” said Robie in surprise.
“I had to put my money somewhere. And while I wasn’t that concerned about turning a profit, I did want a place where I could get away.”
“Literally get away?” said Robie.
She glanced past him to the photos on the table. “Aren’t you going to ask me about them?”
“I thought I already did. I don’t remember hearing an answer other than they were traitors but you had no proof.”
“I walked in here with no weapon. What does that tell you?”
“That you want to talk, so talk. I especially want to hear about the apocalypse.”
“It’s a very long story.”
“My calendar is clear for the rest of the year.”
“Can you lower your weapon?”
“I don’t think so.”
She held out her hands. “You can cuff me if it’ll make you feel better.”
“Tell me what you need to tell me. Explain to me why you put a bullet in Doug Jacobs when you were supposed to be planting a round between the eyes of a man who has sworn to destroy our country. Tell me why Jim Gelder had to die. And tell me why you killed an analyst turned militia freak. I’m really looking forward to the answers. It might save your life. Might,” he added.
“I told you, I didn’t kill Roy West. He tried to kill me and I defended myself. He died from shrapnel wounds when his house blew up.”
“Why go out there at all?”
“He had something I needed.”
“Yeah, you told me that in Arkansas. But what? You told me you’d already read the paper he’d written.”
“Confirmation.”
“Of what?”
“Of which people had seen the paper.” Reel watched him expectantly. “You had figured that out. I can tell by your expression.”
“You killed those people over think-tank bullshit?”
“It wasn’t a think tank. And it wasn’t bullshit. At least to certain people it wasn’t. The paper was not widely circulated. But a few key people read it. People in a position to make the plan contained in the paper a reality. And if that happens, Robie . . .” Her voice trailed off.
He was just about to ask what specifically the paper said when they both heard it.
People were coming.
Not deer. Not squirrels. Not bears.
People. For it was only people who moved with stealth like that. And both Reel and Robie recognized the movements.
Reel snapped her head around at Robie. The accusation in her face was clear. “I didn’t expect this of you, Robie. You led them right here.”
In answer Robie reached behind his back, slid his spare gun out of its holster, and tossed it to her. She caught it, racked the slide, and held it loosely in her hand.
Now it was Reel’s turn to look surprised.
“They’re not with me,” said Robie.
“Then you were followed.”
He turned off the lantern, plunging the cabin into darkness. “Looks that way. I just don’t know how. Is there another way out of here?”
Reel said, “Yes, there is.”