CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The high-security floor at Bellevue is the worst of two bad worlds-a hospital run like a prison. My name was on the authorized visitor list, and my NYPD shield and Fed creds got me through the security checkpoint with only minor hassles. On the positive side, Asad Khalil was not getting onto this floor.
Actually, Asad Khalil should have no idea that Mrs. Corey was alive, well, and here. I wondered, though, if his friends in New York were looking at the obituaries or checking the public records for Kate's death. Not to be too paranoid, but if Khalil knew or suspected that Kate was not dead, then his local friends would probably guess that this was where she'd be. We could, as we'd done in the past, plant a fake obit, but then my phone would be ringing off the hook, and half the single women in my building would be knocking on my door with casseroles. So, no obit, but I made a mental note to tell Walsh to get a phony death certificate issued and recorded.
Sitting now beside Kate's bed, I let her know that she needed to stay in the hospital for a while, but she'd already discovered that, and she wasn't happy about it. Kate, though, is career FBI, and she does what's best for the Bureau, the team, and the mission. I, on the other hand, would by now be climbing out the window on knotted bed sheets.
I noticed that she had the stuffed lion hanging by its neck from the window-blind cord, and I asked her, "Have you had your mental evaluation yet?"
She smiled and said, "I'm trying to get into the nut ward so we can be together."
We chatted awhile and Kate told me she'd gotten a call from Tom Walsh, who, she informed me, was the only person at 26 Fed, aside from Vince Paresi, who knew she was in Bellevue Hospital. She told me, "I asked Tom to send me my cell phone, and I also asked him who was holding my gun."
I didn't respond to that.
She continued, "Tom said my gun and cell phone were missing and possibly in the possession of my assailant."
I replied, "The State Police are still searching for those items."
"That's what Tom said…" She didn't speak for a while, then told me, "I don't remember… but I think he may have grabbed my gun…"
"Don't worry about it. He's got lots of guns."
She replied, "But if he has my cell phone, then he has my phone directory." She looked at me and said, "He's going to call you."
"I hope so." I changed the subject and asked her, "Is there anything I can bring you?"
"My discharge papers."
"Soon."
She said to me, "I told Tom about my idea to check that murdered taxi driver's cell phone records to see who called him and who he called, but there's no record of this man's cell phone."
"Right. Good thought, but dead end."
She stared up at the ceiling awhile, then said, "I feel so helpless here… so useless."
I tried to make her feel better by saying, "You may be the only person on this planet who fought back against Asad Khalil and lived to tell about it."
She forced a smile and reminded me, "Twice. He missed me-missed both of us-three years ago."
"Right. And he's going to regret that."
She asked me, "Why didn't he… try to kill you this time?"
Kate was obviously starting to think about all this, and I said, "He had his hands full with you."
She looked at me. "I think he wanted you to see me die."
To get her off unpleasant subjects, and to put her mind at ease, I told her about how I was surrounded by Special Operations teams wherever I went, and that our apartment building was under tight security.
Kate nodded absently, and I could see her mind was elsewhere. She looked at me and said, "We let Khalil get away, John."
I didn't reply, and she continued, "We had a chance to kill or capture him three years ago, and we-"
"Kate, I don't want to go through that again-what we could have done or should have done. We did the best we could at the time when the bullets were flying."
She didn't reply, but I was actually glad she'd raised the topic and got it out in the open. The fact was, Kate and I were the last people to interact with Asad Khalil-though we never actually saw him; he was target shooting with a sniper rifle and we were the targets. And even though he had the advantage in firepower, there were a few things we-I-could have done to nail his ass. And I guess that still bothered her-and me.
I reminded her, however, "No one else raised that point. There was never anything said. So don't be harder on yourself-or on me-than our bosses were."
Again, she didn't reply, but I wasn't sure that what I said was actually true. The fact was, we never saw the Khalil case file, and we never would. And it was not a stretch to imagine that John Corey and Kate Mayfield made convenient scapegoats. And maybe that's what Walsh read.
In police work, the one that got away is the one you think about more than your successes. And you think about it even more when the guy who got away comes back.
She said to me, "We have a chance now to… finish this."
"Right." I reminded her, "As I said to Khalil on the cell phone three years ago-looking forward to a rematch."
I realized I had to say something about Boris before Kate thought of it, and before she mentioned Boris to Tom. I began by asking, "When you spoke to Tom, did you mention to him our trip to Langley after Khalil escaped?"
She stayed silent for a few seconds, then said, "No… I'd forgotten about meeting Boris. I'll tell Tom-"
"No, you will not."
"Why not?"
"Well… I'd like to take the credit for that piece of information." I reminded her, "I need all the credit I can get."
She thought about that and came to another conclusion. "I hope you're not pursuing that on your own."
"What do you mean?" I asked her innocently.
"You know what I mean, John." She reminded me, "You do this every time."
"That's not true." I only do it when I can.
"You have this need to keep something to yourself, which you think gives you some power or something, and then you'll spring it and show everyone-"
"Hold on. I'm not the only one at 26 Fed who keeps things to themselves."
"That's not the point. The point is, it's your duty to share with your supervisors whatever you know-"
"And I will do that." But not today. I said, "First, I'm not sure if Boris can add anything to the resolution of this case. And two, I-and you-know nothing about Boris, not even his last name, so how could I possibly find him on my own? Therefore I will certainly turn this information over to Tom Walsh, who can have Boris found in a few hours-if he's still alive."
She thought about that and said, "All right. I'll trust you to speak to Tom about Boris."
"I will do that."
She thought again, then said, "Khalil will go for Boris."
"Right." I added, "That may already be a done deal."
She nodded. "I remember our conversation with him… I had the impression that Boris realized he'd created a monster."
I agreed and said, "Boris had a lot of material to work with."
Kate was still processing all this and said, "We could use Boris to entrap Khalil."
"We could."
An orderly came by and dropped off a dinner menu. Kate checked off some items, then passed the menu to me and suggested, "Get something."
I saw that it was fusion cooking-prison and hospital. I said, "The unsolved mystery meat looks good."
"Not funny."
Lockdown lettuce?
I passed on the dinner, and we watched a little TV and talked until her meal came.
Medically, she could be out of here in a few days, but Walsh would try to keep her here until her husband and her assailant had their final meeting.