It was also a great place to entertain.
On this night, the only person they were worried about was Sahlberg. He was nursing a glass of wine at the dining room table, well out of earshot of Payne and Jones, who were preparing dinner in the kitchen. Though both of them could cook, neither was in the mood after that day’s events, so their preparations involved little more than pulling a pizza out of its box and dumping the cartons of takeout pasta and salad into serving dishes.
Though it wasn’t a two-man job, it gave them a chance to speak in private.
A chance to debrief. A chance to honor the dead.
Jones stuffed a piece of garlic bread into his mouth. ‘Holy shit! Did you see that guy fly through the air? He flew, like, fifty feet. I knew I hit him hard, but that’s ridiculous.’
Payne shook his head. ‘You didn’t hit him. Your Escalade did.’
‘But I was driving.’
‘Is that what you call it? From where I was standing, it looked like you were ducking, not driving. You’re lucky you even hit the guy.’
Jones rolled his eyes. ‘Speaking of ducking, isn’t that what you were doing when I arrived? I don’t remember seeing you in the middle of the street when I risked my life and car to kill the gunman who was trying to kill you.’
‘You didn’t see me because I was inside the station — you know, the one filling with tear gas — taking out several gunmen on my own.’
‘That’s not true.’
‘What’s not true?’
‘You didn’t do anything on your own. From what I understand, the old Swede saved your ass on the incline. Then I saved your ass on the street. How embarrassing is that?’
‘Not as embarrassing as your lip. It looks like a Snickers bar.’
Jones pretended to be insulted. ‘Despite your malicious, unprovoked and possibly racist comment, do you know what bothers me the most?’
‘The fact that I’m younger, taller and richer than you.’
Jones shook his head. ‘Unless I’m mistaken, you haven’t thanked either one of us yet.’
‘Actually, I planned on doing that over dinner — an Italian feast that I ordered myself and paid for with my hard-earned inheritance — but you had to ruin the moment by questioning my gratitude. You should be ashamed of yourself.’
Jones stared at him. ‘So where does that leave us?’
Payne arched an eyebrow. He knew exactly what his best friend was referring to. ‘Where does that leave us? Do you really want to compare how many times you’ve saved my life versus how many times I’ve saved yours? Really?’
‘No,’ Jones grunted. ‘You’re still ahead.’
‘DJ, it’s not a competition — but yeah, I’m way ahead.’
Most people would have been traumatized by the events at the incline, but Payne and Jones were able to joke about it with ease. It was a defense mechanism they had developed over their years of service in the military. Even in the direst of situations, they never lost their sense of humor. Besides, a few dead men and some tear gas paled in comparison to the horrors of war.
Payne and Jones carried the food and water to the table where Sahlberg was sipping his wine. He was staring aimlessly out the window, captivated by the panoramic view.
‘Dr Sahlberg, are you okay?’ Jones asked.
Sahlberg snapped to attention and turned to face Payne and Jones. ‘Yes, yes, I’m fine. Thanks to you. Thanks to both of you.’
‘Happy to help,’ Payne replied.
‘Says the guy who’s going to have my Cadillac detailed,’ Jones teased.
‘Nonsense!’ Sahlberg said. ‘Whatever the damage, I’ll pay for the repairs.’
‘That isn’t necessary,’ Payne clarified. ‘He was joking. But I do have a few serious questions for you, if you don’t mind?’
‘Not at all,’ Sahlberg replied.
‘Well, for starters, who the hell is following you?’
‘I wish I knew. I went for a walk this afternoon, and when I came home there were four men waiting at my house. Actually, they weren’t waiting; they were breaking in. They were disguised as deliverymen, but I watched them pick the lock and pull guns. At that point, I fled.’
‘Why?’ Jones wondered.
‘Why did I flee?’ Sahlberg asked, confused.
‘No. Why are you so valuable that someone would send a team of heavily armed thugs to track you down at any cost?’
‘Probably my work,’ he said cryptically.
‘What does that mean?’
‘I’ve spent the last six decades working with some of the finest minds in the world. Not working with them personally, at least not every day, but working in the same circles.’
‘In what field?’
‘Biomedical research, mainly. With forays into the associated fields: engineering, chemistry, things of that nature.’
‘What does any of that have to do with Payne Industries?’ Jones asked.
‘And why call me?’ Payne added. ‘When people feel threatened, they don’t usually turn to their former employer for help. They go to the cops.’
Sahlberg stared at him. ‘I’ve heard the stories. I know what you’re capable of.’
Payne returned his stare, unsure how much Sahlberg knew about his past. As a former employee, he would definitely know about Payne’s military career, since it was mentioned on the company’s website, but only his closest friends — those with very high security clearances — knew about his time with the MANIACs. ‘What stories are those?’
‘I know about your time in Greece, and your recent adventures in Mexico.’
‘You mean our adventures,’ Jones blurted. ‘Not just his. I was there too.’
Sahlberg nodded. ‘I also know you’re someone I can trust.’
Payne arched an eyebrow. ‘How do you know that?’
‘Because your father spoke of you often.’
Payne’s father had died when Jonathon was in the eighth grade. As a kid, he knew his father was being groomed by his grandfather to take over the operation of Payne Industries, but he never fully understood his father’s role in the corporation. His memories were more personal. Things like the backyard football games on Thanksgiving with the other families in the neighborhood, and the days they would play hooky from work and school and head over to Kennywood, an amusement park in the Pittsburgh suburbs.
That was how Payne remembered his dad.
Those were the memories he clung to.
As Payne’s involvement in the company grew, he had reviewed many of the files relating to his father’s work there. He had hoped to better understand what his father had accomplished, but what he had found provided little insight. Most of the projects his father had worked on had been short-term undertakings, usually in conjunction with numerous subcontractors. Few people within the company could remember any meaningful interaction with his father, and those that could described him as Payne Industries’ jack of all trades: a man who would bounce from project to project as needed, helping when he could but mostly keeping to himself.
Sahlberg, on the other hand, appeared to know his father personally, yet until that morning, Payne had never heard of Sahlberg or his research.
He was eager to learn why. ‘Please start from the beginning. I want to know everything about you, your research for the company, and your connection to my father. The more I know, the sooner I’ll be able to figure out today’s events.’
Jones cleared his throat. ‘What Jon meant to say is: the more we know, the sooner we’ll be able to figure out today’s events. Sometimes he forgets about me.’