“You just heard your boyfriend. We’re on speaker.”
“You must be too far away from him. I couldn’t pick up his voice. That makes everyone on this end of the line nervous. They wonder if the hostages are okay. Come on, Demetri. Work with me. I’m busting my butt over here trying to get you back on the air. The least you can do is let me hear their voices.”
Jack worked faster, jabbing the nail file at the knot.
Demetri said nothing, thinking. Then he rose and walked toward the hostages, the phone wire trailing behind him. Fully extended, it was plenty long to reach across the set.
Jack’s heart sank. He knew what Andie was doing, but her timing wasn’t good. So much for cutting myself loose.
Demetri put the phone on the news desk and said, “I’ll give you one hostage a minute for the next three minutes. Ladies first. Say something, news lady.”
Shannon looked up, as if caught off guard.
“Come on,” said Demetri. “I know you bubbleheads like a script, but we don’t have one. Say whatever you want.”
“I love you, Jeff,” she said.
“Aww, isn’t that sweet?” said Demetri. “Will Jack Swyteck say the same to his girlfriend? Will Agent Henning think he’s just being a copycat if he does? Will she think he’s a schmuck if he doesn’t? We’ll find out in exactly sixty seconds. Damn, this is good television. Turn the fucking cameras on!”
Andie read the handwritten message from Guy Schwartz in front of her: He’s losing it.
Andie worried that her supervisor might be right.
“Demetri, I know it’s late, and you must be getting tired. Maybe even a little punchy. But this is no time to lose focus. This isn’t a game. Don’t act as if it is.”
“Are you lecturing me?”
“I just want us to keep working together, Demetri.”
“You keep saying that. Is that the only line they teach you at hostage negotiation school? And stop saying my name over and over again, like we’re a couple of old drinking buddies. Do they teach you to do that, too?”
Andie checked the text message on the computer screen in front of her. It was from the SWAT unit leader.
Team in position, it read.
Andie spoke into her headset. “Isn’t it about time to hear from another hostage, Demetri?”
“I told you to stop saying my name!”
“I need to hear from another hostage,” she said as she typed out a response to SWAT: Hold your position.
Demetri said, “I’m not giving you another hostage.”
“That’s not smart,” said Andie. “We had a deal.”
“No,” he said. “A deal is where I give you something, and you give me something in return. I already let you hear from the anchorwoman. Now get me back on the air.”
She checked another computer message, this time from the technical unit, which was working to restore the Action News transmission.
Need ten minutes, it read.
“Demetri, I need more time to get you back on the air,” said Andie.
“You’ve got four minutes, by my clock.”
“Give me ten, and I’ll send in food.”
“Not hungry.”
“You must be.”
“I said not hungry.”
“Demetri, be reasonable.”
“Three minutes and counting down,” he said.
Another message from SWAT: Condition yellow. Green would be next, which was the breach.
Hold, she typed back to SWAT.
“False deadlines are a bad idea, Demetri.”
“This one isn’t false. I’m putting the gun to your boyfriend’s pretty head right now.”
That made her throat tighten. A SWAT breach now would be a disaster, but she put that out of her head and forced herself to negotiate.
“Deal with me, Demetri.”
“Make me another offer,” he said.
“I won’t bid against myself. Take the food, give me ten minutes.”
“You need to do better than food.”
“How much better?”
“I want to talk to the president.”
“What?”
SWAT messaged her again: Thirty seconds to green.
Demetri said, “I saw Air Force One on TV. I know he’s at the airport. I want to talk to him.”
“That’s not going to happen,” she said.
Fifteen seconds, SWAT wrote.
“Tic-toc,” said Demetri.
“Give me ten more minutes, Demetri. Just say yes.”
Green in ten.
The television screen flickered in the command center, and Andie typed a quick message to SWAT: HOLD!
“What’s happening?” said Demetri.
Green in five-
The television screen brightened, and the Action News broadcast from the news set was back on the air.
Abort breach, Andie typed to SWAT.
“Are we back?” said Demetri.
Roger, was the response from SWAT.
“Yes,” Andie told him, breathing out. “Thank God.”
“Nice work,” said Demetri. “Two minutes to spare.”
More like two seconds, thought Andie. “We aim to please,” she said.
“Then get me President Keyes on the line.”
“I can’t promise you that will happen,” said Andie.
“You don’t have to,” said Demetri. “I have every confidence that he heard what I said. And this time, he knows I mean it.”
The line clicked in her earpiece.
Chapter 54
Jack could see himself on the television screen. The Action News camera hadn’t moved since the transmission outage, and it was still aimed at him and Shannon. Same image, with one major difference: Jack looked scared to death.
“You’re a lucky boy,” said Demetri as he pulled the gun away from Jack’s scalp.
Jack breathed out. He’d heard of mock executions, terrorists putting a gun to the back of a prisoner’s head and pulling the trigger with the chamber empty. Jack hadn’t been pushed to that point, but he’d been close enough to understand how it made people crack.
Demetri turned his back to the hostages and stepped toward the camera. Jack’s gaze followed him, and then he glanced over to the TV screen. The cameraman was still on the floor beside Jack, but he wasn’t in the television shot. Lucky for Demetri. If Andie saw that bloody face on television, SWAT would be busting down the door.
“I want to welcome our television viewers back to the show,” said Demetri, “but I don’t think we’ll be having these technical difficulties again. The bad news is that our most compelling episode so far happened while we were off the air. But there’s some good news. We will be offering the entire block of missing footage as a bonus feature on the DVD edition of Action News Standoff, the first and only season, to be released this spring.”
“He’s snapped,” Shannon whispered. “You have got to get us out of here.”
Jack clenched the nail file and picked furiously at the knot behind his back. It was hard to tell, but he felt as though he might be making progress. He worked the file around to another angle, then accidentally jabbed himself in the wrist, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out in pain.
Demetri turned his back to the camera and faced the hostages.
“What was that face for, Swyteck?”
Jack felt hot blood trickling down from his puncture wound to his fingertips. It hurt like hell.
“I didn’t make a face.”
“Don’t lie to me. I saw you on the television screen, right behind me. You better not be trying to throw signals at someone.”
Jack was about to deny it, then reconsidered. He didn’t know what the punishment would be for throwing signals, but it had to be a lesser offense than trying to pick himself free with a nail file.
“Sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Make sure of it,” said Demetri.