Robie stared down at the text Reel had sent him previously.
Everything I do has a reason. Just open the lock.
He suddenly groaned and slapped the table with his palm. How could he have been that stupid? Literally staring him right in the damn face.
He went to his safe, opened it, and pulled out the three items that had been left in her locker.
Right, her locker. All I had to do was open it.
Okay, now that the simple part was over, it got complicated really fast.
The gun.
The book.
The photo.
The gun he had already ripped apart and found nothing. It was just a pistol with some specialized parts that pointed him in no specific direction at all.
The book had no notes in it. No marginalia. Nothing to point him to a specific part.
The photo meant nothing to him. And he didn’t know who the man standing next to Reel was.
Everything I do has a reason.
He said in exasperation, “Great, lady, next time don’t make it so damn complicated. It’s adding up to something impossible for mere mortals to figure out.”
Robie locked the items back up and stared out the window.
What Blue Man had told him was only one more disquieting piece of information on top of many others. It seemed like the agency was imploding from the top level on down. How this state of chaos could be happening to the premier intelligence organization on earth was astounding.
The world was a truly dangerous place right now. It was far more dangerous even than during the Cold War. Back then the opponents were clearly delineated and aligned across the world. The stakes were just as clearly understood. The destruction of the world was a possibility. But not really. The theory of mutual assured destruction was a great catalyst for peace. You couldn’t take over the world if there was no world left to take over.
Today’s situation was far more fluid, far subtler, and the sides kept changing with alarming frequency. And Robie didn’t know if the element of mutual assured destruction was enough anymore. Apparently some people didn’t care if there was a world left afterward. That made them dangerous at an unprecedented level.
DiCarlo’s comments came back to him: Missions that never should have been. Missing personnel. Money moved from here to there and then it disappeared. Equipment sent to places it should not have been sent to and it also disappeared. And that’s not all. These things happened in discreet quantities over long periods of time. Taken singly they didn’t seem to be all that remarkable. But when one looks at them together.
To Robie’s mind, missing personnel alone should have been enough of a warning, much less everything else that DiCarlo had described.
How had that can gotten kicked down the road?
Tucker had been director long enough to have taken care of such significant issues. Or at least addressed them.
Unless Tucker was on the other side of the chessboard. But that seemed impossible. It was hard enough to envision Jim Gelder being a traitor. But if Reel was to be believed, he was. Yet both top slots corrupted? How likely was that?
However, what other explanation was there for so many things to go awry and not be addressed by the management?
He took out his wallet. Inside the compartment where he kept his cash was a small sealed baggie. In it were the rose petals.
That was the other clue Reel had left behind.
Someone had taken the roses and who knew what else, but had missed these items. What had Reel meant by this?
If everything she did had a purpose, there had to be some explanation. And it might be significant.
The lady at the florist shop had said the pinkish marks on the rose were sometimes interpreted as blood. Well, there had been a lot of blood spilled over this. Was that the simple meaning that Reel had intended? But if so, how did that help him?
Blue Man had postulated that Reel might be on the side of right in all this. What that actually meant in the spy business Robie wasn’t sure. Right and wrong switched sides all the time. No, perhaps that was unfair. There were core elements of right and wrong.
Terrorists who killed innocent people with hidden bombs were on the side of wrong, without question. In Robie’s mind they were also cowards.
He killed from long distance, but he also risked his life to do it. And he didn’t target innocent people. All those he went after spent their lives bringing pain to others.
Does that make me permanently on the side of right?
He shook his head to clear it of these troubling thoughts. Nice fodder for a philosophy class discussion. But it was bringing him no closer to the truth.
Or to Jessica Reel.
He had told Tucker he was not going to look for her.
In part his answer was truthful.
He wasn’t going to look for her anymore. At least not on behalf of Tucker and the agency. But he was going to find her, and this time he was going to make her tell him what was going on.
Whatever else happened, he was going to get to the truth.
CHAPTER
50
THE MEETING WAS NOT SCHEDULED.
It really didn’t have to be.
Sam Kent sat on one side of the small oval table. Across from him was another man, younger, fitter, shorter, with hands like bricks and a torso like a wall.
His name was Anthony Zim.
He did not go by Tony.
“They picked Robie for obvious reasons,” said Kent.
Zim nodded. “Good choice. He knows what he’s doing.”
“And he’s not off the grid like you.”
“I’m not off the grid, Mr. Kent,” Zim corrected. “I’m offline. There’s a difference, a big one.”
“I realize that,” said Kent quietly. “I was instrumental in putting you there. Where we could maximize your talents.”
Zim said nothing. He placed his palms on the tabletop. Even sitting he kept his weight balanced on the balls of his feet. He could move in an instant if he needed to. And over the years he had needed to on many occasions.
“Jessica Reel,” said Kent.
Zim just sat there, waiting.
Kent continued, “She’s out there and she’s growing more troublesome by the minute.”
“She was always good at that.”
“I take it you knew her well?”
“No one knew Reel well. Just like no one knows Robie. They kept it all inside. Just like I do. Goes with the territory.”
“But you worked with her?”
“Yes.”
“And Robie?
“Twice. Both in support roles. Turns out he didn’t need the support.”
“Can you take out either or both of them, if it comes to it?”
“Yes. If the conditions are right.”
“We can try to make sure they are.”
“I need you to do better than try.”
Kent frowned. “I came to you because I understood you were one of the best.”
“You’re asking me to go after two people who may be as good as me. Singly I can probably take them. Together, there are no guarantees.”
“Then we have to make sure they never get together.”
“Robie is tasked to go after her. Maybe he’ll get there and save you the trouble.”
“There have been recent developments with Robie that give me some concern about that happening.”
Zim shifted his weight slightly. “Such as?”
“Reportedly he’s starting to think for himself on this rather than following orders. And it’s more than that.”
“I need to know it all.”