The Jefferson Key (48 page)

“A doctor is an important member of any crew,” Hale said. “Though he didn’t fight or defend the ship, he always received a higher portion of the booty than a regular crewman, which everyone gladly paid. That remains true today.”

The doctor stood beside Shirley, holding the cutters.

“Ms. Vitt? Ms. Nelle?” Hale said. “I have no patience left. I’ve dealt with deceit until I’m sick of it. I want to be left alone, but the U.S. government will not do that. Now my home has been attacked—”

The plywood covering the prison door burst open and three men entered, shaking rain from their coats.

They were about the same age as Hale.

“The other captains,” Stephanie whispered.

KNOX
EASED
HIS
WAY
CLOSER
TO
WHERE
WYATT
AND
CARBONELL
were confronting each other. He wondered if Carbonell realized Wyatt was drawing her close, allowing her to think that she retained the upper hand. He could hear snippets of their conversation as he maneuvered to a point directly above them. Rocks and rubble made the going slow, the loitering birds an aggravation as he had to be careful not to disturb them, a change in their rhythmic cooing a clear alert to his presence.

Wyatt had said that he’d found the pages. Was that true? And did it even matter anymore?

Maybe.

If he could return to Bath with Wyatt
and
Carbonell dead and the two missing pages in his hands, his worth with the captains would multiply a hundredfold. Not only would they be legally protected, but he would have saved them all.

That prospect was appealing.

He held the gun tight.

His targets were now just below him.

“All right, Jonathan,” he heard Carbonell say. “I’ll face you.”

HALE
DID
NOT
APPRECIATE
THE
INTERRUPTION
FROM
HIS
COLLEAGUES
. What were they doing here? This did not concern them. His house, not theirs, had been attacked, and they hadn’t lifted a hand to help. He watched as they spotted the body on the floor, one ear missing, a hole in the head.

“What are you doing?” Bolton asked him.

He was not going to be reprimanded by these fools, especially in front of his men and prisoners. “I’m doing what none of you has the courage to do.”

“You’re out of control,” Surcouf made clear. “We’ve been told that there are nine dead men outside.”

“Nine men who attacked this compound. I have the right to defend myself.”

Cogburn pointed to Shirley Kaiser. “What did she do to you?”

None of the three had ever met her. He’d made sure of that.

“She is part of the enemy.”

Though the prison building sat on Hale land, the Articles expressly made it neutral ground where they shared jurisdiction. But he was not going to tolerate any interference.

“That woman there.” He pointed at Vitt. “Came with the others and attempted to free my prisoner. She killed two of our crew.”

“Quentin,” Surcouf said. “This is not the way to solve anything.”

He wasn’t going to listen to their cowardice. Not anymore. “The quartermaster is, at this moment, retrieving the two lost pages. They’ve been found.”

He saw the shock on their faces.

“That’s right,” he said. “While you three slept, I saved us all.”

“What are you about to do?” Bolton asked, pointing at Kaiser.

He held up the phone. “I need a call made. Ms. Vitt will not cooperate. I’m simply going to motivate her. I assure you that if I don’t act we will all be visited shortly by a contingent of federal agents, this time with warrants.”

He watched as that realization took hold. The attack tonight had been a rogue action designed to catch him off guard. The next round could be different. More official. He still did not know what had happened in Virginia. For all he knew the authorities already possessed the requisite probable cause to act.

“Quentin,” Cogburn said. “We’re asking you to stop. We understand you were attacked—”

“Where were your men?” he asked them.

Cogburn said nothing.

“And yours, Edward? John? I’m told that not a one of your people came to our defense.”

“Are you implying we had something to do with this?” Surcouf asked.

“It’s not beyond the realm of possibility.”

“You’re insane,” Bolton said.

He gestured for his men to train their weapons on the captains. “If any of them makes a move, shoot him.”

Guns were leveled.

He motioned, and the doctor nestled the shears to the base of Kaiser’s middle finger. Kaiser’s eyes went wide.

He turned to Vitt.

“Your last chance to make the call. If not, I’ll start snipping off fingers until you do.”

NOVA
SCOTIA

WYATT
WATCHED
AS
ANDREA
CARBONELL
STEPPED
FROM
THE
shadows and into the moonlight. He’d just checked his watch and noted that time was running short. He caught her shapely silhouette and saw the outline of a weapon in her left hand, the barrel pointing toward the ground.

He, too, stepped out, a gun in his right hand, pointing down.

“It shouldn’t have to come to this,” she said. “You should have just died.”

“Why even involve me?” he asked.

“Because you’re good. Because I knew you’d be tough when others weren’t. Because nobody would give a damn if you disappeared.”

He smiled.

She was still buying time for her men to act.

“Do you care about anything beyond yourself?” he asked.

“Oh, my. Jonathan Wyatt going soft? Do
you
actually care about anything other than
your
self?”

Actually, he did. There wasn’t a day that went by he didn’t think about those two dead agents. He was alive thanks to them. They’d done their job, drawn fire, and the mission had been a success because of their sacrifice. Even the admin board had voiced that finding.

But he’d never sacrificed
them
to save
himself
.

Not like this woman.

The only human life that meant anything to her was her own.
That was the worst part. You were a good agent
. Malone’s comment to him after the board’s verdict, when they confronted each other, his hand at Malone’s throat.

Yes, he was.

He wanted to know, “Did you send those men into the Garver Institute?”

“Of course. Who else would have done it? I thought it a good opportunity to eliminate you, Malone, and the man who broke the cipher. But you were lucky there. So was Malone. Come now, Jonathan, you knew all along I was using you. But you wanted the money.”

Maybe so. And he’d also made it this far, covertly shifted his position from defense to offense.

A fact Carbonell did not, as yet, understand.

“The spring gun yours, too?” he asked.

She nodded. “I thought it a good way to divert attention from me. If your foot had not stopped the door, I would have flung it open and stepped out of the way, barely escaping harm.”

“Sorry to interrupt your plan.”

She shrugged. “As it is, things have turned out even better. Lots of possibilities here. Where are the two pages?”

That was the one thing holding her back. She could not make a move on him until that question was answered. Her orders to her minions had certainly included a proviso that their location was vital before they acted.

“I can show you,” he said. “I haven’t had an opportunity to retrieve them.”

“Please do.”

He knew she could not resist, so he gestured toward his right and, together, they reentered the great hall where he and Malone had fought. He found the hole with the rotted timbers and pointed. “Down there.”

“And how do we get there?”

He’d already thought about that. The upper wall walk was lined on its inner edge with a rope barrier that stretched through iron holders. Not much protection, but enough for someone to be aware of the danger. After eliminating Carbonell’s two men, he’d removed the nylon hemp and coiled about fifty feet into his backpack.

He slid the pack off his shoulders and said, “I came prepared.”

CASSIOPEIA
CONSIDERED
HALE’S
QUESTION
.
HE’D
CHOSEN
THE
right victim. If either she or Stephanie had been strapped to that chair, neither would have spoken, since the only bargaining power they possessed was holding out.

But Shirley Kaiser would not understand that.

The woman’s eyes were bright with fear as she stared at the steel shears centered on her middle finger. Shirley shook her head, signaling
No, please no
. But she could do little to resist.

“You know you can’t call,” Stephanie whispered.

“I have no choice.”

“Yes,” Hale said, noticing but not hearing their conversation. “Talk it through. Make the right choice. Shirley is counting on it.”

The three other captains stood and watched.

Guns remained aimed at them.

Cassiopeia could not allow this to happen, so she said, “Give me the damn phone.”

MALONE
TIGHTENED
HIS
SEAT
BELT
AND
PREPARED
FOR
LANDING
. The descent from thirty thousand feet had been rough. The pilot had informed him that the storm was moving north and that they were skirting its trailing southern edge. Edwin Davis had called twice to say that nothing had been heard from Cassiopeia, but no further gunfire had been heard, either.

Which did not comfort him.

He’d already reloaded his weapon and stuffed two spare magazines into his jacket pockets.

He was ready to move.

Just get me on the ground
.

KNOX
STOOD
ABOVE
THE
DECAYED
HALL
AND
STARED
DOWN
from the wall walk at Wyatt and Carbonell. He’d heard Wyatt when he told her that the lost pages waited below, in the dark chasm through the floor. He watched as Wyatt secured a rope to one of the pillars that had once supported the roof. Wyatt had descended first, then Carbonell. A light had switched on below, then faded. Should he follow, or just wait for them to return? What if there was another way in or out?

He thought of his father, the legendary quartermaster.

A wave of shame swept over him. He’d sold out. Done the one thing his father never would have done.

His father had, in fact, accomplished the impossible.

He’d killed a president.

John Kennedy acquired the White House thanks to a coalition that his own father, Joe, secretly forged. It involved political bosses, labor unions, and organized crime. Quentin Hale’s father had been close with Joe and made a deal with the Kennedys.
Agree to honor the letters of marque once you’re in the White House, and the Commonwealth will deliver money and votes
.

Which it did.

But all of that camaraderie was forgotten after the election.

The Kennedys turned on everyone, including the Commonwealth. Labor and the mob were at a loss as to what to do.

Not so the captains.

They recruited an inept Russian defector named Lee Harvey Oswald to assassinate Kennedy, then had the terrific good fortune of Jack Ruby murdering Oswald.

No trail led anywhere.

Conspiratorialists had theorized for decades as to what really happened, and they would for decades more. But no one would ever know the truth. His father had been a true quartermaster.

Loyal to the end.

Maybe it was time he acted like one again, too.

He’d need a light.

He carried no flashlight, but one was upstairs, lying beside the two corpses.

He headed that way.

CASSIOPEIA
ACCEPTED
THE
PHONE
FROM
HALE
THROUGH
THE
bars.

“Make this short and convincing,” he said to her. “Just a nod of my head and she loses a finger.”

She snatched the unit from his grasp and dialed the number she’d memorized. Edwin Davis answered on the second ring.

“What’s happening there?” he asked.

“All is good. But I haven’t located Stephanie or Kaiser. This is a big place.”

“The shooting we heard?”

Hale clearly thought that the men who’d come were connected to her. After all, they’d arrived at the same time. Of course that was false, but on hearing that connection Davis might get the message.

“Our men made a mess of things,” she said. “They shot up the place, but ended up dead. The tactic didn’t work. I’m okay. Looking around, but the place is full of activity.”

“Get out.”

“I will. Shortly. Right now, I want a little more time. Sit tight.”

“I don’t like it.”

“You’re not here and I am. We’ll do this my way.”

A pause. Then, Davis said, “All right. Your way. For a little while longer.”

She ended the call.

“Excellent,” Hale said. “Even I believed you. Who was that?”

She kept silent.

Hale raised a hand, as if to say,
One drop and her finger’s gone
.

“
NIA
special agent. He’s in charge here. The men were ours, too, as you already know.”

Hale smiled. “Where’s Andrea Carbonell?”

“That I don’t know. She doesn’t check in with me. She gave us orders, we followed them.”

A man entered from outside armed with an automatic rifle and hustled over to Hale. He whispered something to his captain, then withdrew.

Hale relieved her of the phone. “A slight problem. The storm is passing, but a fog has settled in. The Pamlico is infamous for its fogs. This one will delay our departure for a short while.”