She had gone all that way, nearly been killed, and really had nothing to show for it. But she did, actually. She turned her mind to what was really important about this trip.
It was the man.
She still couldn’t quite comprehend what had happened out there. The killing that had taken place was, for her, routine. Dead bodies, explosions, devastation. That was her world. But this was something different.
She closed her eyes and the image of Will Robie instantly appeared. He was pointing his gun at her head. He was telling her to close her eyes so he wouldn’t have to face her for the kill shot.
But he hadn’t fired. He had let her live.
He had let her escape.
She had been surprised by this. No, she had been stunned by this.
Exactly what she had been surprised by was an emotion she had never encountered in her work.
Mercy.
Will Robie, the most accomplished assassin of his generation, had shown her mercy.
When she had seen Robie killing her enemy for her, Reel had thought it just possible that he would become her ally. That they would finish this together. That had been a ludicrous thought. This was her fight. Not his.
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And yet he had let her live. And escape.
His mission would have been complete. The agency would have lauded his performance. Maybe he would have been promoted out of fieldwork, or been given extensive time off. He would have bagged their number one problem, in record time.
And he had just let her walk away.
She had always admired Will Robie. He was the calm, cool professional who did his work and never talked about a single triumph. And yet she saw an infinite sadness in the man, which she could never quite get her arms around. She saw that very same emotional state in herself.
They were a lot alike, she and Robie.
And he had let her live.
Killers didn’t do that. Killers never did that. Reel wasn’t sure, if the positions were reversed, that she would have let Robie walk away.
I probably would have shot him.
And maybe she had lied to Robie. About not wanting his help. She actually did want his assistance, because it had finally struck her that she couldn’t possibly accomplish this alone. So she had failed.
And now something happened that had not happened to Jessica Reel since she was a young girl.
Tears slid from her eyes and down her cheeks.
She closed her eyes again. And didn’t open them until the plane touched down.
When she did open them, she still couldn’t see anything very clearly.
CHAPTER
44
TWO HUNDRED MILES. Robie drove this distance without stopping. He headed directly east, which was the direction he needed to go. But finally, even his iron will broke down and he had to stop because he could no longer see the road.
He checked into a motel right off the highway, paid for his room in cash, and slept for eighteen straight hours to make up for a week of barely being able to sleep at all.
It was the heaviest sleep he’d had in years.
When he woke it was fully dark again. He had lost nearly a day of his life.
But he could have easily lost his life a day earlier.
He found a diner and ravenously ate two meals in one. He couldn’t seem to get enough to eat or drink. When he set his coffee cup down for the last time and rose from the table he felt his energy returning.
He sat in his truck in the parking lot, staring at the dashboard.
He’d had Reel lined up in his gunsight. One trigger pull and it would have been over. Reel dead. His mission accomplished. All worries gone.
His finger had actually slipped to the trigger. Every other time in his entire professional life when his finger had gone to that point he had fired.
Every single time.
Except that time.
If she knew that West wrote the apocalypse, this meant she had either read the paper or knew of its contents. In fact, she’d said she had the document. So she probably hadn’t come out here to ask West about it. Robie doubted she cared what his inspiration or reason was for doing it.
So what then?
He drove on for fifteen more miles before the answer hit him.
She wanted to know who he’d given the report to.
If it hadn’t gone through official channels, then it could have gone to someone who wasn’t official. That must have been what Reel wanted. The