in on her later.”
“Okay. So they were planning to take out all these leaders at one time?”
“Seems like it.”
“Would’ve created a global nightmare.”
“Probably their plan.”
“How did you guys get keyed in on this?”
“Chatter, bits and pieces here and there that we followed up on.”
“Always thought having this summit here was kind of weird. I mean, the G8 was having a conference on terrorism in Ireland at the same time. Did you know that?”
“Read about it in the papers,” Robie said vaguely.
“I’m glad you called us in, don’t get me wrong. But why wouldn’t you have your own team in place for this? I mean, we’re not in the U.S. The CIA can operate legally here.”
“Not sure the Canadians see it that way. Some hard feelings between us over some past agency actions. We felt the FBI would be the right element to call in to provide the backup once we nailed down the target.” None of this was true, but it was also the only explanation Robie could think of.
“I guess the important thing is it didn’t happen, right?”
“That’s the way I look at it.”
“But the guy who was killed? We identified him. He’s a federal judge. How does that figure into this?”
“Not sure yet. I think it’ll take some time to dig through all of it. If I had to guess—and that’s all it would be—he might have been paid off. And maybe he wasn’t always a judge.”
“Right. He seemed to know who you were,” said Vance suspiciously.
“Just the way it worked out,” said Robie, not meeting her eye.
“So this was what you were working on that you had to go off the grid?”
Robie nodded.
“And I’m assuming that this is somehow tied to Jim Gelder’s and Doug Jacobs’s deaths?”
“And Howard Decker’s.”
“Decker’s? How does he figure into this?”
“I’m not sure, Vance. It’s still pretty muddled.”
She looked put off. “Don’t think that I’m accepting all your answers at face value. I know you too well. You talk the bullshit really well, but at the end of the day, that’s still all it is.”
“I’m telling you all I know.”
“You mean you’re telling me all you can.” She studied him closely and then apparently decided to change direction. “Robie, the men we’ve arrested. They . . . they look like . . .”
“There’s a lot of freelance talent out there. And we trained a ton of it.”
“So mercenaries?” she said.
“Probably so.”
“Now we just have to find out who hired them.”
“We might never know.”
“No, we’ll get there. I’m thinking that Gelder and Jacobs might have stumbled onto something. The other side found out and killed them. Maybe something with Decker too.” She snapped her fingers. “He’s head of the Intelligence Committee. There’s the connection right there.”
“You might be right.”
“We’ll see. Like you said, these things tend to get muddled.”
Yes, they do, thought Robie.
“When are you heading back?” asked Vance.
“Got a few things to clear up here and then I’ll be reporting in. I’m sure our agencies will be burning up secure lines hashing this one out. Sometimes the truth complicates things.”
“I don’t think so. Not here. Good guys officially kicked the crap out of the bad guys. They can’t put any spin on that one. And the U.S. just scored some serious points with the Middle East. We just saved their collective ass. And I’ve seen a list of the attendees. There are some on there who are no fans of ours.”
“No, they’re not. But maybe they will be now.” He rose. “I better get going.”
“You see, Robie, sometimes communication is a very good thing.”
Robie had not gone ten steps down the sidewalk when the voice in his ear said, “On your three.”
He looked over to where Reel was staring at him from the far corner. He hurried over and they walked down an alley.
“Kent is dead,” he said.
“Loose ends, Robie. They’ll be finding Johnson’s body any minute now. That idiot was dead as soon as he pulled the trigger on Kent. No way they’re going to leave him alive.”
“We’re loose ends too,” he said.
“That’s right, we are,” she said, looking suddenly cheerful.
“What?” said Robie, noting her upbeat expression.
“Loose ends are a two-way street. They want to get to us. But to get to us they have to come to us.”