“Let me explain, Pat,” Jesse said. “When I opened Jack Gene’s safe and took the money, I took all the banking documents, too. They included the numbers to all the secret accounts, Jack Gene’s, Kurt’s and yours. You understand, don’t you, Pat, that anybody with the account numbers has access to the accounts?”
Casey looked alarmed. “Jack Gene—”
“Shut up, Pat,” Coldwater said. “Now Jesse, I’m prepared to do a deal; you give me the documents and you can keep the cash from the safe. That’s enough for a fresh start somewhere, isn’t it?”
Jesse managed a smile. “Not as fresh a start as with the sixty or seventy million in all those banks,” he said. “What’s the matter, Jack Gene, didn’t you memorize the account numbers?” He turned to Casey. “You didn’t think you would live to spend all that money, did you, Pat? Jack Gene had your account numbers, after all. He had Kurt’s, too. He never planned on letting you keep it.”
Casey stopped looking at Jesse and turned to Coldwater. “Listen to me, Jack Gene—”
Coldwater looked annoyed; he turned slightly and shot Casey once, in the forehead. Casey spun around and fell across a stack of suitcases, and his pistol landed at Jesse’s feet. Jesse started to reach down for it, but Coldwater was too quick.
“No,” Coldwater said, training his gun on Jesse. “You couldn’t pick it up fast enough, believe me. Now think about it, Jesse, and you’ll do the right thing.”
“You mean, just hand over the documents and go on my merry way with your million and a half in cash?” Jesse reckoned his flight was boarding now. Time was short. “Could I trust you to do that, Jack Gene?”
“All I want is the documents, Jesse.”
“Sure, Jack Gene. After I’ve just watched you execute your oldest and dearest friend? Why would you want to be so nice to me?” He had to get closer to Coldwater, or get Coldwater closer to him. He watched Coldwater thumb back the hammer on the pistol. “That’s unnecessary, Jack Gene; that model is double action, after all.”
“Jesse, you’re wasting our time; we both have planes to catch.”
“Come on, Jack Gene; there’s a nationwide APB out for you already; you wouldn’t even get through airport security.”
“Nobody’s looking for my Comanche,” Coldwater said, “and I’ve got the range for Mexico.”
He was right, Jesse thought. In any case, Coldwater had more time to waste than he did. “Well, I guess you’re in something of a quandary, Jack Gene. If you shoot me, you’ll never get the documents and the money. You’ll be right back where you started, twenty years ago. On the other hand, if you put down the gun, then that would make me feel that we could trust each other. I mean, the million and a half is already in a bank abroad; you couldn’t take it away from me.”
Coldwater gazed at him. “You have a point, Jesse.” He kicked Casey’s pistol away, then tossed his own onto the desk behind him. “All right, where are the documents?”
“At this moment,” Jesse said, “they’re in the hands of a task force in the Justice Department, the same people that took your town last night.” Jesse shifted his weight slightly and turned a shoulder toward Coldwater. “So, you see, you’ve never going to get your hands on a single dollar of that money. You’re going to be a fugitive for the rest of your life, however short a time that may be.”
Coldwater looked stunned and that quickly changed to anger. “You idiot,” he said. “Do you think I need a weapon to kill you?”
“Yes,” Jesse said. “You do.”
Coldwater’s fingers darted toward Jesse’s eyes, but Jesse was ready. He caught the thrust on his left forearm, and, as hard as he could, he rammed his fist into Coldwater’s throat. Coldwater grabbed at his neck with both hands, staggering backward toward the desk. Jesse kicked with his left foot and swept the bigger man’s legs from under him.
Coldwater lay gasping for air, his eyes wide. Jesse moved gingerly around him, pushed the desk out of the way and retrieved Casey’s pistol.
“You have a minute or so before you lose consciousness,” Jesse said to Coldwater. “And a little while after that before you expire. I learned about that from somebody in prison who tried to do it to me.”
Coldwater’s hands slipped away from his throat, but he continued to stare at Jesse.
“Of course, that kind of death would point to a third party,” he said, “and I don’t want anybody looking for me.” He brought the pistol up. “This is for Jenny,” he said, then fired a single shot into Coldwater’s throat.
Jesse quickly removed the two men’s wallets, then rearranged the bodies, wiped his fingerprints from the pistol and placed it in Coldwater’s hand. A murder-suicide was the best he could manage on short notice. When everything looked right, he cracked the door to the office and looked around. He found a “do-not-disturb” sign hanging on the inside doorknob, transferred it to the outside and closed the door behind him.
He found Jenny where he had left her, and a voice was announcing final boarding for their flight. “Sorry to be so long,” he said, picking up the briefcase. “Let’s get aboard.” He walked them toward the boarding gate, then, as they passed the ticket agent, he tugged at Jenny’s elbow. “You take your seats; I’ll be right with you.”
“Jesse—” she said, alarmed.
“I’ll be there in two minutes, I promise.”
Reluctantly, she herded the girls down the gangway.
Jesse stepped a few paces aside and took the portable phone from his pocket. He dialed the number of the Justice Department in Washington. When the operator answered he said, “This is Dan Barker; patch me through to Kip Fuller, with the task force in Idaho.”
There was a short delay, then a ringing.
“This is Fuller,” he said. “This better be important.”
“You busy, Kip?” he asked.
“Jesse! Where the hell are you?”
“I’m gone, Kip; I just wanted to say goodbye and to do you a favor or two.”
“A favor? What are you talking about?”
“First of all, I’ve sent you a little package, care of Nashua, in College Park. I think you’ll enjoy the contents.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t be impatient, Kip. Let me speak to Barker.”
There was some mumbling, then Dan Barker came on the line. “Jesse?”
“Listen carefully, Dan. I can still blow you out of the water by releasing everything to the papers. I might even be able to get the investigation into my partner’s death reopened. Do you understand me?” This was a bluff.
There was silence for a moment, then Barker folded. “Yes, I understand you.”
“Good. Unless I read in the New York Times within ninety days that you’ve resigned from the Justice Department, I’ll release everything. I have only to make a phone call. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Barker said.
“Good; you have ninety days to think about it. Now put Kip back on the line.”
“I’m here, Jesse,” Kip said. “What was that all about?”
“Barker is considering early retirement.”
“Listen, we found Ruger’s body, along with Charley Bottoms. What happened?”
“The recorder is in the package; it will explain everything.”
“What about Coldwater and Casey? Where are they?”
“Don’t worry, they’ll turn up. But believe me, they’re not going to be a problem.”
“Jesse, I can get you the pardon now; no problem.”
“You hang on to it for me, Kip, in case I ever need it.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Tell Barker I’ll be watching the papers, and take care of yourself.”
Jesse broke the connection. He wiped the phone clean of fingerprints and dropped it in a trash receptacle, along with Coldwater and Casey’s wallets, then he boarded the airplane.