“I know that.”
He started to leave but then ducked back inside the car as the rain pelted him.
“I hope you make it.”
“We’ll see.”
“Who do they have coming after you?”
“Will Robie.”
Gioffre sucked in a breath and his eyes grew wide with fear. “Shit. Robie?”
“I know. But he might cut me some slack.”
“Why the hell would he do that?”
“Because I saved his life last night.”
She drove on, leaving Gioffre standing in the rain watching her. She drove for some miles and then pulled into a parking garage, stopped the car, but kept the engine running. She popped the flash drive into her laptop and thoroughly read the contents.
This would require a plane ride.
And what would be would be.
She drove off.
CHAPTER
35
THE SUV DROPPED ROBIE OFF in front of his apartment building. The men said nothing to him on the short ride over from the White House, nor did they speak as they opened the door and let him out. Robie watched the vehicle disappear into the early morning rush hour traffic.
Whitcomb hadn’t said much after Robie had told him he believed that Jessica Reel had come to his and DiCarlo’s aid the night before. He had written some things down in his electronic tablet, given Robie a few suspicious glances, and then risen from his chair and left.
Robie had remained sitting until a guard came and retrieved him a few minutes later. It was both a memorable and disturbing visit to the White House.
Now he stared at his apartment building and couldn’t remember feeling this tired before. That was saying a lot, because he had gone days without sleep and not much to eat, laboring under the most intense conditions.
Maybe I really am too old for this anymore.
It was not a concession he wanted to make, but his aching body and tired mind were two stark reminders that there was probably more truth in that statement than not.
He took the elevator up to his apartment, opened the door, turned off the alarm, and closed the door behind him. He had turned off his phone while at the White House because they had asked him to. He now turned it back on and the text popped up on the screen:
Everything I do has a reason. Just open the lock.
Robie sat down in a chair and stared at the screen for a full five minutes. Then he laid his phone down on the table and took a twenty-minute shower, letting the hot water pound the exhaustion out of him. He dressed and had a glass of orange juice. Then he sat back down with the text.
Everything I do has a reason. Just open the lock.
Reel had done many things. Which ones was he supposed to focus on? What was he supposed to unlock?
The killings?
Her coming to his aid?
Her sending this latest text?
All of the above?
He expected to get another phone call from the agency. They would have already read this text and probably had a dozen analysts trying to decipher it. But no call came. Maybe they didn’t know what else to say to him. He thought about texting Reel back, asking her what she meant. But she knew as well as he that the agency would be able to read every word. He decided not to bother answering.
He slipped the phone into his jacket pocket, stood, and stretched. He should try to get some sleep, but there was no time for that.
“What did the badges and ID cards say?”
“Homeland Security.”
It was Robie’s turn to stare blankly.
DHS was involved. CIA and DHS did not play nice together, that was just how it was. But for DHS to get DiCarlo out of this place they had to do so with Langley’s blessing. So the two federal behemoths had defied all odds and were working together.
Robie refocused on the woman. “And they didn’t say where they were taking her?”