Whitcomb put his glasses back on, as though doing so would make him see more clearly what Robie had just said.
“Am I to believe that the number two at the agency didn’t trust her employer? Meaning the CIA?” He shook his head slowly. “That is very, very difficult to comprehend, Mr. Robie.”
“I’m just telling you what she told me.”
“And yet that extraordinary assertion also was not in your report. And Ms. DiCarlo unfortunately is not available to corroborate your statement.”
“She invited me to her house, sir. To tell me these things.”
“Again, your word only.”
“So you don’t believe me?” Robie said.
“Well, you apparently don’t believe anything either.”
Robie shook his head but didn’t respond.
Whitcomb pressed on. “My briefings indicate that we have a rogue agent killing agency personnel. You were assigned to come on board, find, and terminate said rogue agent. It does not seem to me that you are any closer to finding her. Indeed, it seems that you are starting to believe that the true enemy is located on the inside instead of on the outside.”
“When one’s own side withholds information from me I think it only natural that my confidence in my side goes down. And it also makes it a lot harder to do my job.”
“Withholds information?”
“Redacted files, corrupted crime scenes, cryptic meetings where more is left unsaid than said. Agendas that seem to keep shifting. Not an ideal platform for success in the field.”
Whitcomb stared down at his hands for a few moments before looking up and saying, “Just answer this simple question. Did you see the person who fired off those rounds?”
Robie knew if he hesitated with his answer it would be calamitous. “It was a woman. I didn’t see the face clearly. But it was definitely a woman.”
“And you didn’t attempt to confirm who it was?” Now Robie had a ready answer that not even a hardass like Whitcomb could dispute. “I had a badly wounded person in the backseat who could expire at any time. There were shooters zeroing in our location. I had no time to do anything other than leave the scene as quickly as possible. My paramount concern was Ms. DiCarlo’s survival.”
Whitcomb was nodding even before Robie finished speaking. “Of course, Robie. Of course, completely understandable. And your prompt actions have, hopefully, resulted in DiCarlo’s survival, for which you are to be commended.”
He paused, seeming to marshal his thoughts while Robie waited for the next query.
“Do you have any idea who this woman might have been?”
“Sir, it would only be a guess on my part at this point in time.”
“I’ll take that, at this point in time,” Whitcomb shot back.
“I think it was Jessica Reel, the rogue agent I’ve been assigned to hunt down.”
CHAPTER
34
GAMESTOP WOULD NOT BE OPEN for several more hours. Yet she knew he always got in early. So Reel sat in her car outside the mall entrance that he would use. She flicked her lights when she saw him drive up and park his vintage black Mustang.
He walked over to her car and got in.
She drove off.
Michael Gioffre wore an unzipped hoodie, baggy jeans, and his “Day of Doom” T-shirt. Reel assumed he had dozens of them.
“Where are we going?” he asked. “I’ve got inventory to check.”
“Not far. And it won’t be long if you have what I need. Just time for a cup of coffee.”
She pointed to the coffee sitting in the cup holder. He picked it up, took a sip.
“You didn’t give me much time,” he mumbled.
“My recollection of you is that you never needed much time. Am I wrong?”
Gioffre took another sip and then wiped his mouth. “I could get in a lot of trouble doing this.”
“Yes, you could.”
“But you still expect me to help you?”
“Yes, I do. If the positions were reversed, wouldn’t you?”
Gioffre sighed. “I hate it when you’re logical.”
“You’re a gamer. I thought you lived by logic.”
“I also appreciate fantasy. I kill guys on the screen. You kill them for real.”
They drove in silence for a while.
“Stupid comment, sorry,” Gioffre finally said.
“It’s the truth, so how stupid can it be?”
“Logic again,” he said. “You have an endless supply.”
“I’ve always chosen that over chaos. When I had a choice, that is.”
For Reel they could have been in a time tunnel, ten years ago, in a car, driving in some foreign land, her seeking information and Gioffre providing it. But then again, every place seemed foreign to her now. Even the one she used to call home.
They drove in silence for another mile. Each plunk of a raindrop on the windshield seemed to Reel to represent a second of their lives draining away.
“Did they deserve it?” Gioffre asked, quietly breaking the silence.
Reel didn’t answer.
He shifted in his seat. “Because knowing you the way I know you, I think they must have.”
“Don’t give me credit for something I didn’t earn.”
“What do you mean?” Gioffre said sharply.
“I’ve terminated lots of people I never even met because someone higher up in the pecking order told me it was not only the right thing to do, it was my duty. Whether they actually deserved it or not never entered into the equation. That’s what I mean.”
“But that’s what you signed up for. That’s what I signed up for way back when. We were on the side of right and justice. At least that’s what we were told.”
“It was mostly true, Mike. But just mostly. You have human beings in the cycle so nothing is perfect, in fact everything is de facto imperfect.”
“So did they deserve it? This time, I mean.”
Reel made a quick turn, pulled to the curb, and put the car in park. She turned sideways in her seat and looked at him.
“Yes, they did deserve it. But it’s both simple and complicated. The simple part is done. Or at least it’s in progress. The complicated part will take a long time. And it may never get done.”
“So there’s more to come?” he asked.
“Do I look like I’m done?”
“No.”
She put the car in gear and pulled off. “And if I tell you any more you become an accomplice for everything I do. So let’s cut to the end. Do you have what I need?”
He pulled a flash drive from his pocket and handed it to her. Reel put it in her pocket.
“I’ve haven’t looked at it,” he said.
“Good.”
“How did you know it even existed?”
“Because they’re executing on it. You don’t do something like that without planning. Without a map to go forward. Someone had to white paper it. That’s not a puzzle you can reverse engineer. Every piece needs to be in place with every upside and downside considered beforehand.”
“Who’s ‘they’?”
She shook her head. “Not going there.”
“Guess you’d have to kill me too.”
“Guess so,” said Reel. She was not smiling even a little bit.
Gioffre rubbed a hand though his straggly hair and looked away.
“Your coffee the way you like it?” she asked.
He gripped the cup. “Perfect. You have a good memory.”
“When you’re always two seconds from dying violently you remember the little things. One cream put in before the coffee, then one sugar. Don’t stir it. What kept me sane. Probably the same for you, right?”