"So you don't trust him?"
"I don't trust him at all. In fact, I snapped his picture before I left the cave and sent it to Randy Raskin. No telling what we'll get on him."
Jones nodded, glad to see that Payne was thinking clearly. "Have you heard back from him?"
"Not yet. But when I do, I've got several questions."
"Such as?"
"Who was Schmidt's prisoner? That might have something to do with why we're here. Maybe it's someone we've dealt with before. Who knows? Maybe Harrington didn't give a rat's ass about Schmidt. Maybe he cares about the prisoner."
"You know, that's a possibility."
Payne smiled. "Just because you're smarter than I am doesn't mean that I'm dumb."
"Well, let's talk about that some other time. In the meantime, let me ask you something. How do you want to proceed?"
"In regard to what?"
Jones lowered his voice. "In regard to Harrington. I say we keep digging but don't tell him anything until we get some answers of our own."
Kia finished her conversation with Kim and then watched as he was escorted inside, where an armed guard kept an eye on him at all times. Even though she trusted him, Payne and Jones did not. And it would stay that way until they found out what had happened in the village.
She filled them in on everything-from the appearance of the young boy to the burning of the bodies in the fire pit-before they started asking questions.
Jones began. "Did he take anyone from the cave?"
"No way. He's scared to death of that place. Too many bad memories. Plus, I don't think he's strong enough to push a wheelbarrow up that hill. And even if he could, there's no way he would've risked it. For all he knew, the soldiers were still up there. Besides, he was concerned about his neighbors, no one else."
"Speaking of which," Payne asked, "any theories on the boy and his father?"
"He thinks they left the village but probably not the island."
"Why's that?"
"First of all, he warned them about being spotted at the airport or any of the major docks. Kim is highly paranoid about all authority, so he stressed how important it was to avoid departure points. Second, he feels confident that Chung-Ho wouldn't abandon his family. Odds are they were going to rendezvous somewhere close so they could decide what to do next. The only reason he took his boy was because Kim told him to, but he wasn't going to leave the rest of his family behind."
"So Kim talked to them?" Jones asked.
"The father, yes. The boy, no. Yong-Su was pretty incoherent, just mumbling something over and over about the black stone. In fact, that's all he said the entire time."
Payne frowned. "The black stone? What the hell is that?"
Jones glanced at him and shrugged. He was unfamiliar with the term. "Maybe he was talking about the interior of the cave? There's nothing but volcanic rock in there."
Payne nodded, no other theories in mind. "Did the father say anything to Kim?"
"Not really. He went to Kim for advice, not the other way around."
"And what was the advice? To leave ASAP?"
"Yes," she said. "And considering what happened next, it proved to be wise."
The vibration of Payne's phone broke his concentration. The caller ID said Randy Raskin, so he stepped away to answer it while Jones continued to debrief Kia.
"Randy," he said, "how you been?"
"Overworked. People like you are always calling in favors."
"Those selfish bastards. Do you want me to take care of them?"
Raskin laughed. As a computer researcher at the Pentagon, he was privy to many of the government's top secrets, a mountain of classified data that was just there for the taking if the right person knew how to access it. His job was to make sure the latest information got into the best hands at the most appropriate time. Over the years, Jones had used his services on many occasions. Eventually Raskin fostered a friendship with Payne, too, and realized he probably could eliminate anyone he wanted. Of course, that made Payne's comment even funnier.
"Is suicide out of the question? Because you seem to bother me more than anyone."
"Sorry, pal, it ain't gonna happen. I know I'm going to hell someday. No need to buy an early ticket."
"In that case, let's talk about your message." Raskin stared at the photo on his computer screen, toying with the brightness and contrast of the image until he saw a man wearing a surgical mask standing in some sort of underground lair. "What do you want to know?"
"Anything you can tell me. Background, specialty, whatever. My guess is he isn't who he says he is."
Raskin hit a few keys and pulled up the personnel records on Dr. Ernie Sheldon. No photo was included with the file, but it didn't take a computer genius to tell there was a discrepancy. "Score one for you, big guy. I just spotted a critical fact that's pretty important."
"What's that?"
"Dr. Sheldon is dead. Has been for three years."
Payne nodded, all kinds of theories floating through his head. "Yep, I'd say that's important."
"That's why they pay me the big bucks. I point out the obvious."
"What about the nonobvious?"
"Such as?"
"Prisoners in black-op facilities."
Raskin grunted. "That might take me a while. I'll have to check your clearance on that one."
"You're not serious."
"I'm dead serious. That's one of our extra-special secrets. So you might not qualify. Unless, of course, you have a permission slip signed by the right person."
Now it was Payne's turn to grunt. Mentioning Colonel Harrington's name was bound to get him the answer he needed. Unfortunately, it would also tip off Harrington to their current line of pursuit, which was something he wanted to avoid. "Let me get back to you on that."
Raskin nodded, reading between the lines. "Anything else? Or are you done using me?"
"Just one more thing, then I'll let you go. Do you have any information on something called the black stone?"
He punched in the term and scanned the results. Hundreds of possibilities. "What part of the world are you calling from? Or is that classified?"
"South Korea."
More typing, followed by a pronounced sigh. "Dude, you didn't tell me you were on vacation. Why didn't you invite me? You never take me anywhere."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're in Jeju, right?"
Payne raised his eyebrows, intrigued by the question. "How did you know that?"
"Don't play dumb with me."
"I swear, Randy, I'm not. I have no idea what you're talking about."
Raskin sighed again. "If you're lying to me, you know I'll find out. I can check your credit card statements with a touch of a button. I can cancel them, too. I don't care how rich you are, I can mess with your credit. You won't even be able to buy a Twinkie at Seven-Eleven if-"
"Randy, I swear I'm not lying. I'm on company business here. Honest!"
"Fine," he said with a grunt, still not believing him. He wrote himself a note to make sure. "On the west coast of Jeju, there's a brand-new world-class golf resort. I hear it's amazing. The PGA even had a tour event there."
"So? What does that have to do with anything?"
"It's called the Black Stone."
19
Route 12 is a scenic beltway that encircles Jeju Island. Meandering along the 157 miles of rocky coastline, it provides some of the most breathtaking views in all of Asia.
The SUV, borrowed from the military and driven by Jones, hummed along at 40 miles an hour, just under the legal limit. Payne rode shotgun, staring out the window, while Kia sat in the backseat, stressing how important it was to drive slowly because of all the surveillance cameras on Jeju. Tourists and speeding tickets were two ways the local government made its money.