Trust Me (22 page)

He clamped a hand over her mouth to keep her scream locked in her jaws.

‘Eric kidnapped me,’ he hissed in her ear as he hauled her, kicking, back down the hall. She was wiry-strong, determined, and she knocked him against the wall twice before he got the leverage to muscle her down the hallway.

Eric still was in the apartment. He could have run and he hadn’t. Not without Aubrey, Luke saw. Eric stood on unsteady feet and raised a bloody hand. ‘Don’t hurt her.’

‘I don’t want to hurt anyone. Aubrey!’ Luke yelled; she’d nearly wrenched loose from his grasp. ‘Stop it - you
know
he kidnapped me to rescue you. I was your ransom.’

Now she grew still.

‘You know what else he did?’

Eric wiped his face with the sleeve of his suit. ‘Aubrey, he’s a liar. I told you what kind of guy he is. You know how much I risked to save you …’

‘He grabbed me at the Austin airport. He threatened to shoot a family if I yelled for help. Forced me to drive to Houston and he shot a helpless man dead in the street. Shot him in cold blood’ - Aubrey moaned into the cup of his hand, started struggling against him - ‘and
then
he got a phone call telling him where you were. And you know he left me in your place.’

Aubrey went still.

‘Aubrey, don’t listen … I did it all for you.’ Eric’s words cracked like falling china.

‘Yes, he did. He did it all. Every rotten thing I’ve described.’

‘You know what he is, Aubrey!’

‘Tell me, what am I, Aubrey?’ Luke’s palm was just above her mouth and the feather of her breath tickled his skin.

‘I don’t know anything - he didn’t tell me anything - please just leave us alone.’

‘I know you think he saved you,’ Luke said. ‘Fine. He’s your hero. I don’t care. But he has to tell the police about what he did …’

Eric started shaking his head, fury and hate in his face.

‘You have to. We go to the police together, we tell them everything about the Night Road. I’ve been running like hell since I got away from that cabin. And I’m done. This is the only way to save us both, Eric. We’re going to the police. Together.’

‘No. No.’

Luke glanced at Aubrey. ‘Did he tell you why you were kidnapped?’

Aubrey nodded. ‘A woman wanted access to money from accounts he controls. But he doesn’t control the money, your stepfather does.’

‘Money. Fifty million dollars that belongs to some very very bad people. They’re tied to an extremist network that might be responsible for the train bombing down in Texas.’

‘He … he …’ Aubrey blinked, glanced at Eric.

‘It’s okay, baby.’ Eric put his bloodied face in his hands.

‘Don’t call me baby,’ she said, and Luke saw her words sliced into his heart.

Luke knelt by Eric. ‘This Jane woman, who is she, how does she know about you and my stepfather?’

‘I don’t know, obviously, or I would have called the police. She said Aubrey would be killed if I didn’t do what she said, and I’d do anything for Aubrey. Anything.’ He shoved his whole world into that word.
Anything
.

Aubrey stiffened under the grip of Luke’s arm. She looked confused. Eric had lied to her to protect himself as her rescuing knight, and Luke was going to have to destroy the illusion.

‘Aubrey,’ Luke made his voice quiet. ‘I don’t want to hurt you or even him—’

‘Just … leave Aubrey out of this. I’ll go to the cops with you. I’ll talk. Just leave her out of this.’ All the threat, the bravado seemed gone from Eric. As though given the time to contemplate his crimes, shame had found a home. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still going to run. Especially if he’d tapped into that fifty million. He would have the resources to vanish and Luke might never find him again.

Don’t be fooled
, Luke thought.
He is a dangerous guy and now you’ve cornered him
. ‘No. She’s a witness. She talks, too. Otherwise we’re the two assholes in a Beamer who killed a defenseless street person and no one can corroborate our story.’

‘Would you please let me tend to him?’ she said.

‘No. Talk first. He answers my questions before we go to the cops.’

Eric got up from the floor, sat on the sofa, took off his suit coat. He folded the fabric carefully, put it against the blood welling from his face, although the flow had stopped. ‘I’ll buy your friend a new couch, Aubrey, if I get blood on this one.’

‘For God’s sakes, Eric.’ Luke heard a resignation and a soft, quiet grief in her voice. An impatience that he didn’t understand. ‘Just tell him what he wants to know. For my sake.’

Eric blinked.

‘How are you and my stepfather connected?’

‘I got a call by a friend of mine to provide private banking services, to move some money in from overseas. I had no idea it was connected to anything criminal.’

Luke wasn’t sure he believed that, but Eric wasn’t about to damn himself further in Aubrey’s eyes; Eric was watching her reactions as closely as he was watching Luke’s. Your father was the contact.’

‘But you disguised your voice.’

‘I was ordered to do so. The voice modulator came with the phone Jane sent me after Aubrey was kidnapped.’

Why would it matter that Henry not recognize Eric’s voice? The reasonable answer was that there was an advantage for Jane if Eric was not identified as his kidnapper. Why would Jane care if Eric was known to be the kidnapper? Was Jane now somehow protecting Eric? Who was this bizarre, mysterious woman?

‘Aubrey, who grabbed you?’ Luke asked.

Aubrey sat next to Eric, put an arm around his shoulder. ‘I never saw a face. I was leaving my office - working late on my own - and suddenly a burlap sack - it reeked of onions, it’s all I really remember - yanked over my head and I felt a needle go into my arm. I woke up tied up in the trunk of a car. Blindfolded. I think I had been unconscious for a very long time. The car stopped’ - she hesitated, touched fingertips to temples, as though in pain - ‘someone dragged me inside that cabin down in Texas, chained me to the bed. The kidnapper left without saying a word. I managed to get the hood off my face. I lay there for - I don’t know, maybe a day and a half before you and Eric came. It felt like forever.’

‘Was the kidnapper a woman, maybe?’ Jane might have done her own dirty work.

Aubrey glanced at Eric. ‘Maybe. I don’t know.’

‘Are you two married?’

Aubrey shook her head. ‘We’d been dating for several months. We broke up late last week but I guess the kidnappers didn’t get the memo.’

‘We’re back together …’ Eric started.

‘Eric.’ The word, short and sharp, was like a closing door.

‘I never wanted you hurt, or involved,’ Eric said.

‘I never really knew you,’ Aubrey said. ‘That’s the worst. I never knew what you were capable of.’

‘You proved your love and lost it all at once.’ Luke realized that perhaps the same trap had been intended for Henry. The kidnapping had exposed Henry’s crimes to Luke, destroyed his vision of his stepfather as a decent man. The ugliness of the truth he’d spoken hung in the air between them.

‘Don’t whine,’ Aubrey said. ‘You can still have my respect, if you’ll just be honest. Please. Tell him about this Night Road.’

Eric frowned, letting the weight of the world settle on his shoulders. ‘I don’t know exactly what they are. A group of people, scattered around the country. A client at the bank ordered me to set up several bank accounts for them, at different banks around the country. I did so. But Jane wanted all those accounts closed. That was the first part of the ransom, close the accounts. Second was killing the man in Houston. Third, and last, was grabbing you.’

He was lying, Luke was sure. ‘Jane didn’t ask you for the money?’

‘I didn’t have the money yet. Your stepfather controlled it. That’s why Jane asked him for it, not me.’ Eric turned the knife. ‘You heard him say no, Luke. He put the fifty million ahead of you.’

Luke ignored the jab. ‘Who’s this client who had you set up these bank accounts?’

‘A company called Travport. They’re a cargo aviation firm, they fly all over the world. Entirely respectable.’

‘Where are they based?’

‘Dubai. But owned by Saudis.’

Fifty million dollars. For the Night Road. To create chaos and further their agendas. Through violence. Through fear. Through their little wars, and wars needed money like the body needed blood.

For attacks like Ripley. How much terror could fifty million dollars buy? He’d sent Henry six thousand names from his online research. If Henry recruited fifty dedicated radicals for the Night Road, they could each receive a million dollars. How many guns, how many payoffs, how many weapons and explosives could all that buy? Terrorism was relatively cheap. A million could fund a huge string of attacks. And added all together, fifty million …

Horror swept up him like a flame. ‘If you were getting accounts ready to put this fifty million in, you must know where the cash is coming from.’ He was suddenly sure of it. What had Henry said first? I will not pay. Not can not. I will not. ‘You convinced Jane you didn’t have the access, that my stepfather did.’

‘Henry’s the big dog. I’m just hired help.’

‘Where’s the money, Eric, where’s it coming from?’ Who would just give fifty million dollars to a bunch of American extremists?

‘If I know, then that’s my insurance, isn’t it? No one can touch the money but me.’ Eric lifted his chin in defiance.

‘You have the money,’ Luke said slowly.

‘Yes. I have it. We can hide anywhere in the world. I’ll give you a slice, Luke. We’ll all hide. We’ll all have a real life again.’

‘Oh God, Eric.’ Aubrey put her face back in her hands. ‘Just tell us where it is.’

‘The one thing the money won’t protect you from is a murder charge,’ Luke said. ‘I can testify you killed that man under duress.’

Eric shifted in his seat. ‘I’m not going to tell you where the money is. You don’t need to know.’

Luke tried another tact. ‘Who was the man in Houston you killed?’

‘His name is Allen Clifford. I don’t know anything else about him. I was just told where he would be, what he would look like. Jane emailed me a picture.’

Allen Clifford. The name meant nothing to Luke.

He tried to think how Jane could have entered this picture. An extremist network created by Henry, funded by Eric’s mysterious corporate client, with the money handed out by Eric. Jane was ruining the Night Road’s plans. But who was she? Who else would know about the existence of the Night Road - except people like Chris, who’d been approached and rejected?

Who was Jane?

Luke asked, ‘Give me the phone Jane sent you.’ Luke held out his hand.

Eric hesitated. ‘Give it to him,’ Aubrey said. ‘Please. He’s smart, he’s gotten this far, maybe he can figure out who’s after us.’ Eric tossed it to him. Luke caught it.

‘I want to know why you haven’t already run and hid with this fifty million,’ Luke said. ‘You could buy a lot of protection with it. You could cut one of those deals you loved to mention.’ Luke stopped. ‘Maybe you already have.’

Eric stared at him, an answer starting to form on his lips.

The lights went out.

19

It took three phone calls for Mouser to find the right kind of doctor for Snow. He called Henry and screamed into his voicemail while Snow bled in the back seat. Snow kept laughing.

‘I never saw one die,’ she said. ‘Bombs put a distance between me and them. But the gun, Jesus, that was cool, I saw it happen!’ Then she would scream and laugh and clutch at her shoulder. She never complained.

Quickly, Henry called back, steered him to a doctor on the western edge of downtown Chicago. The doctor’s medical license was long suspended because she’d burned through too many prescription pads in a year, and once paroled she was a resource for the gangbangers and the mob when they needed needles and sutures. The doctor worked at a shoddy sandwich joint on a narrow street. Her apartment was above the shop. He carried Snow up the stairs and the doctor met him at the door, still with a hair net on her head and hands bright with vinegar and oil.

But her demeanor was brisk and efficient and the apartment was spotlessly clean. The doctor helped him get Snow into a small bedroom stuffed with medical gear.

‘Outside,’ the doctor ordered.

‘It’s gonna be okay,’ he said to Snow. ‘I’m going to kill him for you.’

‘No. I’ll kill Schoolboy for me,’ she whispered.

‘I don’t wish to hear these promises,’ the doctor said. ‘Outside, please, sir.’

He realized that he could care about Snow. It was unsettling. He sat on the couch in the apartment and an hour later the doctor emerged. He had been watching the news accounts of the shooting - no mention of Snow or him or anyone fitting their descriptions fleeing the scene.

The doctor dropped a bullet in his hand. ‘Since you seem sentimental about revenge. She asked you to keep this for her.’

‘I’ll bet she did.’ Mouser closed his fist around the bullet.

‘She needs rest but she will be fine. Bullet in the meat of the shoulder, didn’t hit anything major but she’s going to be sore for several days. I’ll give you a couple of bottles of painkillers and gear to tend the wound. You know how to change a dressing?’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

‘I gave her blood. I keep a stash. Rest will set her straight. Good luck.’

‘Can she stay here while she recovers?’

‘Let me suggest a motel nearby. You can recover in privacy and I’m close enough to come tend to her if needed.’

He felt a surge of gratitude. This was why he was glad to be part of the Night Road; it had gotten him this doctor. Without the Night Road, he would have had nowhere to turn. ‘Can I see her?’

‘Yeah. I’ll get your goods ready. Then I will look at your leg, change the dressing. She told me you needed care as well.’

Snow lay in the bed. She seemed smaller. She stared at the ceiling. The room smelled of blood and chemicals and wet paper. He took her hand; she pulled free from his fingers, which surprised him more.