“Correct. He’ll have to get help from someone.”
“The police?”
“That’s a distinct possibility. Since he contacted them before, we have to assume that he might try again.”
“What can we do about it?”
“There really isn’t anything we need to do about it. I have several associates at the Houston Police Department. If Hamilton arrives at any station, I will know about it within fifteen minutes.”
“Did anyone at the apartment complex see you?”
“It is possible, but no one was in the parking lot. If they did see us, it was from a distance.”
“But Hamilton saw you. He can identify both of you.”
“He can describe us, but I assure you, the police have no photographs of either me or Bern.”
“Can we get to him while he’s in there?”
“No, not unless he were put into a cell. In that case it would be exceedingly easy. The police would find him beaten to death in the morning. However, there is no reason to believe he will be jailed. The police will take his statement, show him a few pictures, and then let him go. Once we know where he is, it is a simple matter to wait until he leaves the building. Actually, the best thing he could do for us is go to the police.”
“What if they provide him with protection?” Tarnwell said. “You did try to kill him.” A flicker of amusement and disdain crossed Lobec’s face, and Tarnwell knew he had made a suggestion which Lobec thought amateurish.
“Protection is offered only in special cases, such as to witnesses who have been threatened before testimony is to be given. The resources the police have are limited. It is highly unlikely they would provide protection to a student with a poor driving record who makes such an outrageous claim. There is no other evidence, and he has no idea why we were there.”
“Yes there is. The email message. And what about the car?”
“Now that we know what the message is, all traces of it will be erased from the school’s computer system by noon. We still haven’t determined what the code means, but Hamilton hasn’t either. As for the car, it was towed to a more suitable location. The Fourth Ward. The car will be stripped within the hour.”
“Good thinking.” Tarnwell took a sip of his coffee, going through Hamilton’s wallet while he thought. Nothing was in it except a few credit cards, a driver’s license, and a student ID. “Then what are our options?” he finally asked. “I don’t like waiting for him to make a move.”
“There is not much more we can do, but he has several alternatives,” Lobec said.
“Such as?”
“Do you remember the picture I showed you this morning?”
“You mean the girl? What was her name?”
“Erica Jensen. We have her telephone number as a result of the wiretap.”
“Have you given the information to Mitch?” Tarnwell knew Mitch Hornung could get any information they needed from the state records.
“Hornung is working on it as we speak. If Hamilton does not go to the police, she is the next most likely alternative. I’ve faxed her photograph to our other operatives, who have been instructed to apprehend her on sight. When we have her full records, we’ll relay her profile as well. I will go to her residence as soon as we are done here.”
“What about friends?”
“We have operatives stationed at all of the most likely places Hamilton might go, but we have little information on his other friends. We should be able to get that in a few hours. Perhaps a day at most.”
Tarnwell turned his chair and looked at the skyline. “He’ll go to the police as soon as he can. But he has no car and no wallet, and he’s not going to get very far in Houston without either of those. That means he’ll have to call a friend, maybe this Erica Jensen, to come get him.” He swiveled the chair back in Lobec’s direction. “We can’t afford any more problems. You don’t have to tell me when he gets to the police. And I don’t care who picks him up. As soon as he leaves the station, take him out.”
Lobec cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. “Is that a wise move, considering he will have just told his story to…”
“It won’t matter. You said he had nothing. If he was involved with NV117, he may know about Adamas, and I can’t chance that. Just make him disappear. And this time, I don’t want the body found. Ever. Do you think you can handle that?”
Lobec smiled. “I now have access to a local paper mill. Have you ever seen an industrial shredder?”
Erica Jensen looked at the phone, wondering if she should try Kevin’s number again. For the past twenty minutes she’d been calling and all she got was the answering machine.
Something bad had happened. That’s what she had been thinking since they’d been disconnected. She didn’t know why. It was easy to get caught up in a conversation if someone called or came by, especially for Kevin. She remembered a few of their conversations in the hospital. He had been so intent on the conversation that he didn’t hear someone call his name until she told him. But this was different. Before leaving with the police, he should have at least called to tell her that he would get back to her later. If he just forgot, she would really be pissed.
Erica picked up the phone and hit the redial. She let it ring three times before hanging up, not knowing whether to be angry or worried.
There weren’t many options: either wait here until he called or go over to his apartment. It was just a five minute drive away. Neither option was desirable, but inaction was the greater of the two evils. She recorded a new message on the answering machine saying that she was going over to Kevin’s apartment and would be back in ten minutes if he wasn’t there. Then she grabbed her purse and headed to the door.
As she pulled it open and felt the blast of heat invade her townhouse, the phone rang. She slammed the door and ran to the phone.
“Hello?”
“Thank God you’re still there,” Kevin said, the relief in his voice palpable. “I want you to get out of there.”
“What? Kevin, what’s going on? I’ve been calling for twenty…”
“I can’t tell you right now, so don’t ask.”
“Tell me what? You’re not making sense. Just calm down.”
“I’m about as calm as I’ll get until you come get me.”
“Come get you? Where’s your car? Where are you?
“I’m at…” He paused. “Do you remember where I said I wanted to go for lunch on my birthday?”
“You wanted…”
“Don’t say the name! Just answer yes or no.”
“Kevin, what is going on?”
“There’s no time! I think they tapped the phone. Just answer me, please.”
“All right! Yes, I remember.”
“Good. I’m at the gas station across the street from there. I want you to leave the townhouse right now and come pick me up. Get your car keys and go.”
“Will you at least tell me…”
“No. I’ll explain everything when you get here. Just get out of there.” With that, the phone clicked off. He had hung up.
She stared at the receiver, but for only a second. In the four months Erica had known Kevin, he had never once been irrational. Stubborn maybe, but never irrational. And she didn’t think he was starting now. She didn’t know what was going on, but apparently he was terrified about her staying in the apartment. That was enough for her.
She dropped the handset into the cradle and ran out of the townhouse, pausing only to pick up her purse and lock the door. In ten seconds she was driving her three-year-old Honda Accord to a gas station across the street from Fuddrucker’s Hamburgers.