No Shelter (14 page)

“Relevant experience,” he says after a long time has passed, after the silence has become so palpable it’s like an invisible wall has been erected between the two of us. He continues to stare at the screen. “What relevant experience do you have?”
 

I open my mouth but then shut it and just shake my head.
 

We sit there then, both of us silent, both of us allowing that invisible wall to rebuild itself again until a couple minutes pass and my sister comes in, asking us how we’re doing.
 

25

We take the orange line to Metro Center, then get on the red line and take that to Gallery Place-Chinatown. It’s almost noontime and the trains are busy, the stations even more so.
 

Both David and Casey are excited. The movie they’re seeing today is the new Pixar and they’ve been talking about it ever since they first saw the teaser trailer a year ago.
 

We come up from under the Verizon Center to the movie theater. Tina and the twins are there waiting for us.
 

“I’ve already got the tickets,” my sister says.
 

Matthew and Max smile and talk with David. Nobody pays attention to little Casey, who stands beside me, holding my hand.
 

Tina leans forward and smiles at Casey. “Excited about the movie?”
 

Casey nods.
 

Tina holds out her hand. “Well come on then, let’s go inside. We’ll get some popcorn.”
 

“Popcorn!” the three boys yell at once.
 

Casey looks at Tina’s outstretched hand, looks up at me.
 

“Go ahead,” I say. “Have fun.”
 

Casey is still hesitant. That’s just the way she is, even around people she knows.
 

“Come on, Casey,” David says, grabbing her other hand and pulling.
 

She lets go of my hand, allows her brother to drag her toward the twins.
 

Tina smiles at me. “The natives are restless.”
 

I just nod, sweeping my gaze around at the people walking here and there. I’m wearing one of Tina’s old pantsuits—there was nothing suitable enough in my closet—and it’s a little too tight around the shoulders.
 

“Nervous?”
 

I nod again.
 

She reaches out, places a hand on my arm. “Don’t worry, Holly. You’ll do fine.”
 

I try to smile but it’s difficult, almost impossible, and so I just shrug my tightly wrapped shoulders and say nothing.
 

“Remember what Ryan said. Just relax and be yourself.”
 

“Mom called me this morning.”
 

“She did?”
 

“She invited me to dinner tonight.”
 

“And you’re going?”
 

“I couldn’t think up a good enough excuse in time so I had no choice.”

“That’s good though,” Tina says. “You both should talk.”
 

“Oh shut up.”
 

“Excuse me?”
 

“It’s pretty odd Mom calling me up out of nowhere on the day of a job interview. I could tell she was dying to wish me good luck.”
 

Holding a hand to her chest, looking completely perplexed, Tina says, “And you think
I
had anything to do with it?”
 

I glance past her to where the kids are congregating, David talking to the twins. He keeps pulling away from his sister but Casey keeps grabbing at his hand, wanting that physical link.
 

“You better get going,” I say.
 

Tina glances at her watch. “You better get going too.” She leans forward, kisses me on the cheek. “Good luck.”
 

I nod again and then just stand there and watch Tina lead her charges into the lobby, each of the kids glancing back and waving. Casey is the last and it’s no surprise when she breaks away from the group and hurries over to me. Her eyes are starting to water.
 

I crouch down so I’m on her level and she wraps her arms around my neck.
 

“Why are you leaving us?” she near-sobs.
 

“I’m not leaving you.”
 

“But you aren’t coming with us.”
 

“I’ll be right back. When the movie’s over, I’ll be waiting for you.”
 

She wipes at her eyes, at her nose. For an instant I understand she never acts this way with her mother and a heavy needle pierces my heart.
 

“Promise?” she asks.
 

“I promise.”
 

Tina has left the group of boys and slowly made her way over to us, asking me with her eyes if everything’s okay.
 

“You don’t want to miss the movie now, do you?” I ask.
 

Casey wipes again at her eyes, quickly shakes her head.
 

“Then you better hurry up. Especially if you want popcorn.”
 

Tina steps up behind her, leans down and whispers into her ear. Casey stares back at me as she listens and then she nods and turns around and takes Tina’s hand and walks with Tina toward the boys.
 

I want to keep standing there, watching them, but I don’t want to be late either, so I quickly turn and head back to the station.
 

I take the red line to Metro Center, switch to the blue line that takes me to McPherson Square. Once there I hurry up to the street level and then start up Fifteenth Street, take a left and head west on K Street. Five minutes later I come to the large glass building that is Ryan’s firm and I open the door to enter but pause.
 

This is it, I think. Through these doors is another life. No more Walter. No more Nova. No more killing. No more Casey and David either. No more trying to make the world a better place. No more Holly Lin.
 

26

The interview doesn’t last long at all. A glance at my resume, a few questions asked, and then a handshake and a promise that they’ll be in touch.
 

I wait in the lobby of the movie theater almost an hour before the film lets out. David and the twins lead the pack, David bear-hugging the nearly empty tub of popcorn. Matthew keeps sticking his hand in, keeps shoveling popcorn into his mouth, Max and David laughing and laughing while yellow puffs fall everywhere.
 

Tina doesn’t notice their shenanigans because right now she’s busy tending to Casey. Casey’s face is red and there are tears in her eyes. She isn’t crying now but it’s clear she has been.
 

When the boys see me they head in my direction. Tina follows, holding Casey’s hand, and when Casey sees me she lets go and hurries toward me.
 

“What’s wrong?” I ask her, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu, understanding in this moment that I cannot leave this girl, not ever.
 

Tina answers for Casey. “There was a sad part near the end. You know, they make you think the hero doesn’t make it but she overcomes it and everything is okay.”
 

“Then why are you so sad?” I ask Casey. “Everything turned out good, didn’t it?”
 

Casey mumbles into my shoulder: “Just because everything turned out good doesn’t mean it’s a happy ending.”
 

Who would have thunk it—profound thoughts from a four-year-old.
 

Casey won’t let go of me so I pick her up and cradle her in my arm.
 

Tina asks, “So how did it go?”
 

I shrug.
 

“That bad?”
 

“I don’t know. I’ve never done one of those before.”
 

“Did they have you do a typing test?”
 

“Nope.”
 

“Oh.”
 

“Yep,” I say, making the word pop with my lips. It brings Casey out of her dour mood, enough so that she giggles. “What—you like that?” I ask, and do it again, and again, and again, every time the little girl giggling harder.
 

Still holding her, I ask, “Ready to head back home?”
 

Smiling now, she nods.
 

I force my own smile on Tina. “Thank you.”
 

“Not a problem. Good luck with Mom tonight.”
 

“Yeah, thanks. I’m going to make sure I get you back for that, by the way.”
 

Together we head down into the station. We say our farewells. Tina and the twins get on the red line leading toward Glenmont; David and Casey and I get on the red line leading back toward Metro Center.
 

We sit on one of the plastic benches, Casey on one side, David on the other.
 

“So why’d you miss the movie?” David asks.
 

“I had an appointment.”
 

“With a doctor?”
 

“Yeah.”
 

“You ain’t sick, are you?”
 

“Don’t say ain’t.”
 

The buzzer dings and the doors close. The train starts to move.
 

Casey says, “Can we go to the zoo?”
 

“We were there just yesterday.”
 

“But we didn’t get to see
every
thing.”
 

“What’s so special at the zoo that you need to see it again today?”
 

“She likes the elephants,” David says. He has a particular giggle in his voice, something I think the twins manage to infect him with because every time they get together it’s there and David becomes a brat. “She likes them because she’s as fat as them.”
 

“I am not fat!” Casey yells. Her soft but high-pitched voice causes everyone on the train to glance our way.
 

“Enough,” I say, my teeth clenched. I reach out and grab a spot on David’s thigh, just above his knee. I give it a slight squeeze and the smile vanishes as he takes a quick breath.
 

Keeping my hand on the pressure point, I lean down and whisper into his ear, “Done?”
 

He nods.
 

I let go and sit back. We’ll be at our stop any moment now. My heart rate is up, just a little, and somehow I’ve come back to myself, the true Holly Lin slipping back into the shell that was created when she stepped into the lobby of Ryan’s firm. My senses become heightened. I begin to hear every noise, smell every smell, see every little detail there is to see.
 

So it’s no wonder that when the train stops and we get off and head toward the orange line train, I realize we’re being followed.
 

27

There are certain rules one must follow when properly doing a successful tail. Keeping a healthy distance, looking as if you’re busy, acting as if you belong where you are and that the very last thing you are doing is following someone else. You have to keep your target in sight at all times, while at the same time you have to act like your target barely even exists.
 

Of course I know all this. I was trained for it. I followed people, had people follow me. I know what to do when I’m working a tail. Likewise, I know what to look for when someone is tailing me.
 

Which two men are doing right now, following me and the kids toward the orange line train.
 

They’re not together, these men, which may be what makes them even more conspicuous. One is wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase in one hand while he looks at his Blackberry in the other. The other is in blue jeans and a T-shirt, a baseball cap on his head. He’s carrying a copy of the
Post
.
 

Both men are wearing Bluetooth headsets.
 

Both are keeping their distance from me as well as from each other.
 

How do I know for certain these two are following us? I don’t. But it’s a sense I have, an instinct, one that I’ve come to trust in the past four years.
 

These two men are trying too hard to act normal, so much so that I peg them right away.
 

And instead of heading toward our orange line train, I take us toward the escalators.
 

“Where are we going?” David asks.
 

I don’t answer. I’m carrying Casey and she kicks one leg freely.
 

We get on the escalator and ride it to the top level. Washington, D.C. has one of the cleanest metro systems in the country. The stations remind me of those in Europe, with their high arched ceiling, clearly positioned signs, and easily accessible trains.
 

I glance back and see that Suit is just stepping on the escalator. Blue Jeans has fallen back, now looking at his newspaper, not dedicating himself to any one train.
 

“Holly?” David says. “I thought we were going home.”
 

“Change of plans.”
 

As we walk I do a quick sweep of everyone else on this level. A few businesspeople, a few students, but mostly tourists. Nobody else sticks out as being a threat.
 

We head toward a train that has just arrived. It’s a blue line train headed toward L’Enfant Plaza.
 

“Where are we going?” David says.
 

“David, do you want to play a game?”
 

“What kind of game?”
 

“The silence game.”
 

“That’s a stupid game.”
 

“Oh look, you lost.”