Another stone wall.
“Who is this Bill Hanks?”
“He’s my head of security, companion, chess partner, whatever. His job description is ‘as designated.’” He stopped at the door. “But he’s very loyal. You’ll not be able to convince him to help you leave until I give the order to let you go.”
“I’ll find a way when I’m ready.” She stared him in the eye. “And that’s not yet. You haven’t answered any of my questions.”
“I answered the important one. You’re just not sure you believe me.”
“The only way I can start to do that is to know more about you. I didn’t have spies, peering behind bushes and invading my daughter’s gallery shows. We have to be even.”
“You always insisted on that.” He opened the door. “I’ll answer everything I can. Feel free to ask Bill anything you like. I’ll tell him that he’s not to feel he has to protect me. It goes with the territory with him. He’s been with me a long time.”
She hesitated. “In Korea?”
“Only the last part of my stay in that fine hotel. That’s why I trust him. He avoided the final indignity.” He smiled. “He’s not crazy like me.”
She stared at the door as it closed behind him. She was as confused and frustrated as she’d been when wakened a little while ago. She had to know more, dammit. He was holding out bits of information like carrots before a donkey.
But he had said that it had not been he who had killed her Bonnie. It might be foolish to follow her instincts and believe him, but it was happening.
And she was profoundly grateful. That would have been the ultimate horror.
But he might still have been involved in some way. She had to find out. She had to know what he knew.
“Ms. Duncan?” A short, stocky man was standing in the doorway. He was fiftyish, with short sandy hair and pale blue eyes. “I’m Bill Hanks.” His smile was warm and broad. “May I take you to your room? John said you’d like to freshen up.”
Eve got to her feet. No dizziness. No aftereffects from the sedative. John had spoken the truth. “Thank you. How courteous of him. After a kidnapping, it’s always nice to have TLC.”
Hanks chuckled. “I imagine it’s difficult to compare kidnappings, but this one is top-grade. John insisted that we do it right. It wasn’t easy. We knew from Queen’s reports that you were expecting the FedEx skull, but FedEx is a very efficient company. It was dicey stealing that truck from the lot when John decided he wanted to move quickly.”
“Queen was monitoring my activities that closely?”
“If he hadn’t been, John wouldn’t have been pleased. Queen doesn’t like to displease John.” He stepped aside and gestured for her to precede him into the hall. “It usually has repercussions.”
“What kind of repercussions?”
“Unpleasant,” Hanks said vaguely.
So Hanks wasn’t going to be entirely frank with her after all. She’d have to push until she hit a wall, then keep on pushing.
Hanks indicated a painting on the wall. “John said you’d want to see the painting. It’s pretty good, isn’t it?”
And it was definitely one of Jane’s. Though she recognized the brushstrokes and technique, it wasn’t a painting with which Eve was familiar. It was a forest wreathed thickly in mists, and it was both mysterious and terribly lonely. “Very good.”
“She called it Lost,” Hanks said. “John said that she got it right.” He was leading her down the shining cherrywood-paneled hall. “I think he would have bought it even if it hadn’t been painted by your daughter. He said you adopted her when she was ten?”
“Or she adopted me. We’ve never been entirely sure how it came about.”
“She’s very young to be so successful.”
“Yes.” She added deliberately, “But it’s not Jane I want to talk about.” She glanced around the hall. “This is quite a place. Luxurious. John Gallo has money now?”
Hanks nodded. “He always says that money has more power than an AK-47. He made sure that he was stocked with that particular ammunition.”
“And how did he get it?”
“He made the U.S. government pay generously for his six years in prison. Then he took the money and did a tour of gambling casinos around the world and ran up his cash reserve into the stratosphere by counting cards.”
She frowned. “How did he do that?”
“Card counting? He taught himself in prison. He was always smart, and he had a lot of time on his hands. It kept his brain sharp. It was real bad there.” He paused. “And it was one of the ways he kept himself from hanging himself in that cell.”
She could picture his desperation, the searching for anything to occupy the mind and replace the horror surrounding him. “I see.”
“No, you don’t,” Hanks said baldly. “You can’t. I was only in that place for five months before John took me with him when he escaped. I’ll never forget it. The smell, the heat, the pain. I still wake up in a sweat. And John was in there six years.”
She was silent, trying to understand the scope of that horror. “He told me … he’s crazy. Is it true?”
Hanks didn’t answer directly. “Aren’t there times when we’re all a little crazy?”
“You’re dodging. He said you might try to protect him.”
“He has … moments. Uncontrollable fits of rage that’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. John said that those fits are like those he’s read about in histories of the Vikings. Berserker. They don’t come as often these days.”
“And Queen and Army Intelligence know about them, too?”
“Yes; in the beginning, they encouraged them.”
Her eyes widened. “Why would they do that?”
“They aided his performance.” He stopped before a bedroom door and turned to face her. “After he got out of prison, they were still trying to use him. They sent him out on missions that involved assassination or extraction of personnel from hostage situations.” His lips twisted. “He was very good at it. Picture Rambo on speed. And that berserker bullet could cause him to go into almost superhuman overdrive.”
“They knew he had mental problems, and they still sent him out?”
“John thought they probably wanted to get him killed with the least amount of trouble. He didn’t care. It didn’t matter if he lived or died. During that period, right after he escaped Korea, he had a bloodlust that wouldn’t stop. All he wanted was the opportunity to vent it.”
Bloodlust. Berserker. And that period right after he’d gotten out of prison was when Bonnie had been taken.
“I can see you drawing into yourself,” Hanks said quietly. “You wanted to know. He told me to tell you.”
“When did he stop working for them?”
“After a couple years. Maybe he worked it out of his system. Or maybe he managed to heal himself. They sure weren’t going to do it for him.”
“But he evidently still has a connection with them.”
“Yes, but now the tables are turned. They don’t use John, he uses them.”
“And why do they allow it?”
He shrugged. “That you’ll have to ask him. I’ve never discussed it with John. There are some things I’d rather not know. It’s safer for me. If I had to guess, I’d say he knows where a few very dangerous bodies are buried. At any rate, Queen jumps when John snaps his fingers.” He opened the door. “If you need anything, give me a call.”
“How? I don’t know your blasted codes.”
He smiled. “I won’t be far. John said that I was to take care of you.”
“And keep me from escaping?”
His smile faded. “It will only be for a little while. I think you’re safe.”
“Think? What if I’m not?”
Hanks didn’t answer.
“John said you were loyal. That covers criminal activities? Why? Does he pay you that well?”
“He took me out of that prison. He didn’t have to do it. I had a shattered leg and a fever. He had to carry me a good portion of the way to the coast. He would have been safer on his own.” He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m loyal.”
That couldn’t be more obvious. John had clearly bought that loyalty in a way that would ensure that it was unbreakable.