‘The files are gone,’ Dezz said. ‘If Evan’s alive, he can’t hurt us.’
‘If Evan had them on his computer, I assume he saw them,’ Jargo said. ‘He can name names. It’s not a risk I’m willing to take.’
Dezz sat on the couch in the condo, turning over his closed Game Boy in his hands. Not playing it. Three more caramels wadded in his cheek. Jargo saw Dezz was angry and nervous, the kill interrupted before it was done. Dezz would vent all that pent-up fury on the next weak person he encountered.
He sat next to Dezz. ‘Calm down. We were right to run. It was an ambush.’
‘I’m wondering who let Mr. Shotgun know we were there.’ Dezz slid the blob of caramel from one side of his mouth to the other.
Jargo went to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water. Evan resembled his mother, and that had made trying to kill him harder. Jargo thought about Donna Casher’s once-lovely face, how he shouldn’t have left her alone with Dezz for two minutes while he searched her computer, how he had said, I’m sorry, to her after she was dead. Dezz needed more self-control.
‘The suitcases make me believe his mother told him they had to run. The files being on his computer are the why they had to run. She had to light a fire under his ass, get him home fast. You should have taken his laptop.’
Dezz opened up the Game Boy, twiddled the controls. Jargo let him, although he found the ping-ping noise of the game annoying. The electronic opiate, the cheek full of candy, calmed the young man. ‘Sorry. It meant getting shot. It doesn’t matter, the files are gone.’
‘Evan talks to the police,’ Jargo said, ‘and we’re mortally wounded.’
‘He doesn’t have proof. He didn’t see our faces. They’ll think it’s a robbery interrupted.’
The radio, tuned to local news, began a story about two police officers attacked and a witness in a morning homicide abducted from their custody. Dezz folded the Game Boy shut. The reporter said two officers were beaten and injured and gave a description of Evan Casher and a bald-headed assailant.
Jargo drummed a finger against his glass. ‘Evan’s alive and our friend let him speak to the police before snatching him back. I wonder why.’
Dezz unwrapped another caramel.
Jargo slapped the candy from his hand. ‘My theory is Donna knew she was in danger, and she hired protection. That’s who attacked us.’ He gave Dezz a hard stare. ‘You’re sure she didn’t spot you trailing her?’
‘No way. I was extremely careful.’
‘I told you not to underestimate her.’
‘I didn’t. But if this guy’s just hired muscle, why does he grab Evan back? The job’s dead. No need for him to risk his neck.’
Jargo frowned. ‘That’s a very good and a rather unsettling question, Dezz. Clearly he thinks Evan has something he wants.’
Dezz blinked. ‘So what do we tell Mitchell about his wife? Or do you just kill him and not bother with explanations?’
‘We tell him that we were too late to save her. That a hired gun killed her, kidnapped his boy. Mitchell will be devastated – easy to manipulate.’
Dezz shrugged. ‘Fine. Next step?’
‘Consider who Donna might ask for help. That’s the kidnapper. Find him, we find Evan, tell him we can take him straight to his father. That’s the shortest distance between two points.’
A knock on the door. Three fast raps, then two slow. Dezz went to the door, his gun at the ready.
The pattern repeated itself, then a voice said, ‘Girl Scout cookies.’
Dezz opened the door. Broke into a smile. ‘Hey, Girl Scout.’
Carrie Lindstrom walked in, her face tired, her dark hair gathered into a ponytail, wearing jeans and an untucked T-shirt. She looked around the room. ‘Where’s Evan?’
Jargo sat her down, told her what had happened, described Bald based on the news report and Dezz’s fleeting glance. ‘You recognize the rescuer?’
‘No. Evan doesn’t know anyone who fits that description, at least in Houston.’
Jargo gave her a hard stare. ‘Carrie. You were supposed to find those files if Evan had them. They were on his computer. I saw them myself. You didn’t do your job.’
‘I swear… they weren’t there.’
He liked the shock and fear in her eyes. ‘When did you last look for them?’
‘Last night. I went to his place, we watched a movie, drank wine. I asked him if I could check my e-mail. He said yes. I looked, there were no new files on his system. I swear.’
‘You spent the night with him?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did you fuck him good?’ Dezz asked. Amusement in his voice.
‘Shut up, Dezz,’ she said.
Jargo said, ‘So how did he get away from you in Houston?’
‘I went to go get us breakfast. I stopped by my place and I got caught in bad traffic coming back. When I got back to his house, he was gone. He left a message with my voice mail that he’d had an emergency, he’d gone home.’
‘I accessed your voice mail this morning. Heard his message to you.’
Carrie’s jaw trembled. ‘You accessed my messages. You don’t trust me to report to you.’
‘Carrie. I heard nothing from you this morning. For almost two hours. If I hadn’t tapped your voice mail, I wouldn’t have known Evan was heading to Austin and Donna might be running. Thank God I did, because otherwise we wouldn’t have known. Her street’s hard for surveillance and she apparently hired muscle to help her run. You cost me an hour of time today that I needed by not reporting his movements to me.’
‘I didn’t check my messages. I’m sorry. I-’
‘The files I found were placed on Evan’s system this morning,’ Jargo said. ‘So I believe you. Lucky for you.’
‘You said you would get Evan and his mom to safety,’ Carrie said.
‘You’re losing your perspective,’ Dezz said. ‘Sleeping with him wasn’t a good idea.’
‘Don’t be a dick.’ She turned to Jargo. ‘Where is he?’
‘Kidnapped.’
‘Did you kill his mother?’ Her voice was thin.
‘No. She was dead when we arrived. Evan came in and we subdued him and searched his laptop. Found the files and erased them. But then we were attacked, and I assume it was Donna’s killer, returning to the scene for some reason.’ Jargo watched her face, seeing if she bought the lie.
She crossed her arms. ‘Who would have taken him?’
‘Anyone who knew his mother had the files. She must have tried to cut a deal for them with the wrong people.’
‘Evan doesn’t know anything,’ she said.
‘I think he fooled you. His mother sent him those files this morning, he saw them, he knows you’re not really his sweet lover girl.’ Jargo fought down the urge to hit her, to ruin that porcelain-perfect face, to shove her right through that glass window. ‘He ditched you and ran, and you let him, because you’re dumb as shit, Carrie.’
She opened her mouth, as if to speak, then closed it.
‘Carrie. One chance. Are you telling me everything you know?’ Jargo asked.
‘Yes.’
‘Did you call him this morning?’ Asking as if he already knew.
‘No,’ she said. ‘Do we go hunting for him or not?’
Jargo watched her. Decided what to say. ‘Yes. Because the other possibility is that it’s the CIA who grabbed Evan. They have the most to lose. They had every reason to kill his mom.’ He let the words sink in. ‘Just like they killed your parents, Carrie.’
Carrie’s poker face didn’t change. ‘We have to get Evan back.’
‘Tall order,’ Dezz said. ‘If the CIA has him, we’ll never find him.’
‘The more worrisome angle is the Agency killed Donna,’ Jargo said. ‘And then the gentleman who grabbed Evan had another agenda entirely. Then we’re fighting on two fronts.’
Carrie opened her mouth, then shut it.
‘You’re worried about him,’ Dezz said.
‘In the way you worry about a dog that’s gotten lost,’ Carrie said. ‘A neighbor’s dog, not yours.’
‘We’ll see if Galadriel can get a trace on the bald man or Evan. See if they surface anywhere.’