Zero at the Bone (46 page)

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in this world, but it cain’t get outta me yet cause I still ain’t the man I need ta be, the man
who’s gonna stand before you and declare it.

D just stood there, mute, but Jack seemed to get the gist of it from his face because he moved close again, wrapped his arms around D’s neck, kissed his face, and held him, whispering in his ear words that seemed plucked from D’s own head and returned to him, except when Jack said them, he believed.

WHEN the knock came at the door, D and Jack both jumped and glanced at each other, the same thought passing between them:
Here we go.

Jack got up and peered through the peephole; it was Churchill. He opened the door and stood aside. “Hey, Jack,” Churchill said, clapping his shoulder as he passed by. He was followed by a no-nonsense-looking blond woman who had to be the mythic figure he’d so often wondered about with varying degrees of jealousy.

He followed them into the room to where D was sitting on the edge of the bed in his bathrobe. He stood up, appearing exquisitely uncomfortable without his usual armor of black clothing. Jack trailed along behind, feeling useless. Megan was glancing at him. D

cleared his throat. “Uh… Megan, this is Jack,” D said.

She smiled, a warm smile that took the hard edges from her face and some of the tension from Jack’s shoulders. She held out her hand, which Jack shook. “It’s really good to meet you, Jack,” she said, breaking into a full grin. “Finally. And up close.”

“I guess you know a lot more about me than I know about you.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize. I’d have to be some kind of an asshole to resent it after you saved my life and D’s.”

“Ya got my bag there?” D interrupted, clearly eager to get out of the damn bathrobe.

Megan handed him the duffel she was carrying. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He headed for the bathroom. “Back in a few,” he said, glancing at Jack.

The door closed behind D, and the remaining three people stood in an uneasy triangle. Jack blinked, looking from Churchill to Megan, who he realized had only just met themselves, and it became suddenly clear that even though all of this was supposedly about protecting him, it was D who was their common thread. He was Jack’s lover, Megan’s friend, and Churchill’s colleague, in a way. “Sit down?” Jack offered, feeling absurd to be playing host in a damn hotel room.

Churchill took the desk chair. Megan sat down on the untouched bed, while Jack hastily drew up the covers on the other bed, acutely aware that it was a bit… well-used.

He sat on the edge, his hands clasped between his knees. “How’s your head?” Churchill asked.

“It’s okay. The bruises are a little tender.”

“Churchill filled me in on what happened last night,” Megan said, leaning forward.

Jack sighed. “If you were thinking of lecturing me on my stupidity, don’t bother.

I’ve had more than an earful from D already.”

She shrugged. “I was going to say that you were very brave. But also stupid.”

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She looked away. “Depends on your definition of ‘good news’. Given the situation it becomes something of a relative term.”

Jack nodded. “Well, that’s a non-answer.”

“After Monday you won’t have to worry about it anymore,” Churchill said.

Jack whipped his head around to glare at him. “Are you kidding me? You think whisking me away to God-knows-where will stop me from caring about what happens to D? You think I won’t be worrying myself into an early grave over it?”

“No, of course not… that’s not what I meant,” Churchill spluttered.

Jack rubbed a hand over his face. “Jesus, Churchill. You know, half of me just wants to say fuck Witsec and stay with D.”

Churchill’s face went slack with horror. “Jack, you can’t seriously be considering—”

“What if I said I was? You can’t
make
me go into the program if I don’t want your protection.”

“Jack, D wouldn’t want that,” Megan said.

“How do you know what he’d want?” Jack exclaimed, rounding on her. He was working himself into what D might call a “hissy fit,” but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Everyone was so goddamned busy planning his life for him, the idea of wresting control back into his own hands was seductive as hell. “Watching him from a distance for ten years doesn’t make you an expert, you know!”

“Sleeping with him for two months doesn’t make you one either,” she said, cool as a cucumber.

Churchill recoiled with a wide-eyed “oh no she
didn’t
” expression that might have been funny under different circumstances.

Jack watched her face, looking for signs of malice, but saw none. “No, it doesn’t,” he said. “But I know things about him no one knows, not even you.”

“I don’t claim to know much about him,” she said. “But I know how he feels about you. And the only thing keeping him going right now is the knowledge that in a few days you will be in Witsec and safe and he can concentrate on what he has to do, both for you and for himself. You think the best thing to do is to endanger yourself by refusing protection?”

He sighed. “No. I just… I hate this,” he muttered. “It’s like a lose-lose situation with some extra lose on the side. There’s no win.”

“There’ll be enough win if you both come out of it alive,” Megan said quietly. “Try and think of that.”

Jack nodded. “But what does it say that I’ve reached a point where ‘alive’ is the best I can hope for? How low can you set the bar before you start wondering what’s the point of even
having
the bar at all?”

“Well, ‘alive’ might not be the most inspiring goal,” Churchill said, “but it’s a place to start. And preferable to the alternative, right?” The bathroom door opened, and D came out, showered, dressed and shaved. “All right,” he said, coming to sit next to Jack on the bed. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing,” Jack said, gloom circling in his mind like a Halloween fog. The hope and peace of just a short time ago seemed far away. “Just pondering the nature of existence.”

D wasn’t paying attention. “Megan, what’d you find out?” She took a deep breath. “Okay.” She reached into her messenger bag and pulled out a few files. “I wasn’t able to trace who exactly accessed your files. Not directly, at least. I 214 | Jane Seville

started suspecting that whoever it was wasn’t looking for you. No one knows your former identity or that you were ever
in
the military, so it might have been someone researching someone else who just came across your file. So I asked myself who was most likely to have done so? I started to wonder if it had something to do with Major Baldwin.”

“Who’s that?” Jack asked.

“Man I killed,” D said quietly. “First man I killed. The one who helped plan the OKC bombing. Was him… well, that’s what started me. On this.”

“His death was officially ruled a suicide.”

“That’s ’cause I made it look like one.”

“But if somebody got suspicious and started digging into his life just prior to death, they’d discover that you had an appointment with him the day before.” D nodded. “The officers who wanted me ta kill him arranged that. So I could get the lay a his office and so he’d know my face and not be suspicious when I showed up the next day ta do the job.”

“If someone were being thorough, they’d investigate anybody who had contact with Major Baldwin in the days just prior to his death, which would lead them to you, among others. So I did the same. He had contact with at least a dozen officers, civilians, and enlisted personnel according to his appointment calendar, the days before he died, and all of them had their records accessed the same time as yours, D… except all of them saw the Major
after
you did.” D sighed, nodding.

Jack was confused. “I don’t understand the significance.”

“It means somebody worked their way backwards from his death, but when they got ta me, they stopped. Musta found what they was lookin’ for,” D said.

“I think they did,” Megan said. She stared at the file folder in her hand. “D, I don’t quite….”

“Just spit it out,” he said.

“Baldwin had a daughter,” she said. “She’s about your age. She has a criminal record, mostly white collar and some criminal solicitation.” Megan seemed to brace herself. “Her name is Catherine Baldwin, although she has many aliases.” D was still waiting. “And?”

Megan wordlessly handed him the file folder. D opened it; Jack looked at her picture over his shoulder. She had straight dark hair and a heart-shaped face. Jack had never seen her before. D, on the other hand, clearly had. He jerked as if he’d touched a live wire and sucked in a breath. “Oh sweet Jesus,” he rasped.

Jack grasped his arm. “What? Who is she?”

“It’s Josey,” D choked out. “My fuckin’ handler.” THE sight of that face in the folder, a face that had for years been his only reliable point of human contact… D thought crazily about standing on a beach, the tide swirling in around his ankles, the sand shifting beneath him and letting him sink deeper with each wave. His head was spinning, his mind busily rewriting the entire history of the last ten years as it unraveled and re-knitted into a new shape with this new information. He barely felt Jack’s hand on his arm, Megan and Churchill’s eyes on him. Megan had surely known who this Catherine Baldwin was before handing him the photo; she had to have seen Josey in all the years she’d been spying on him.

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They were saying things to him, but D wasn’t hearing them. “D,” Jack finally said, shaking his arm.

“Huh? Sorry… I’m jus’… fuckin’ Christ, I cain’t believe this.”

“So it had to be her who blackmailed you,” Churchill said.

D shook his head. “Seems that way. Went so far as t’have herself beat up ta make it look good too. That’s some kinda dedication.” He sighed. “But I killed her father, and I guess she wants ta eat my heart or somethin’.”

“Do you think she knows you’ve been working with the FBI?” Jack asked.

“I dunno,” D said, looking over at Megan. “You dig up anything on her finances?” She nodded. “Yeah.”

“She got enough?”

“No,” Megan said, shaking her head.

“Then she knows.”

“That’s what I figured too.”

Jack put a hand up. “You guys lost me.”

D got up and started pacing. He couldn’t sit still. “She’s got a lotta help with this anti-me operation she’s runnin’. That kinda help’s expensive just to pay fer their time, not to mention the costs like motels ’n’ food ’n’ such. Real expensive, ’specially over time. If she’s just on a personal vendetta, she’d hafta pay everybody, and she don’t got that kinda bankroll. But if she knows I been workin’ with the Feds, well… most guys would help her take me down fer greatly reduced rates or even fer free.”

“They are keeping this really quiet,” Megan said. “I keep my ear to the ground, and I know you do too, and there’s been nothing about you except Jack’s contract and the fact that you killed Sig back in L.A. She must have a small core group and is keeping everything well under wraps.”

“I don’t think she hired contractors, jus’ muscle. They don’t ask as many questions.”

“Seems that way.”

D handed the file back to her, rubbing at his eyes. His head was starting to pound.

“Jesus. I cain’t wrap my fuckin’ brain round this. She’s known since
last spring
?” He thought a moment. “Come ta think of it… that’s when she started showin’ me witness contracts even though she knew I didn’t take ’em. Kept at it, each one worth more’n the last one. Guess she got sick a tryin’ ta make the jobs sweet enough and just strongarmed me inta takin’ Jack’s hit. Why’s she so fired-up ta get me ta kill a witness?”

“It’s a capital crime in most states,” Jack murmured. “Isn’t it? Murder of a witness?”

“He’s right,” Churchill said. “If you killed a witness in almost any state with the death penalty, you’d get a needle in your arm.”

“Guess she liked the irony,” D said. “Never did think too much a my rules fer what jobs I’d take. Maybe she wants it ta be all poetic justice when I get executed fer killin’ a witness.” He shook his head. “She couldn’ta been prepared fer it ta go on this long, though. Why’s she still draggin’ it out? She’s here in town, she had JJ give me that message… she could jus’ take me out.” He sat down again, reaching blindly for Jack’s hand. “She don’t wanna jus’ kill me no more. She wants ta hurt me, bad as she can, fer as long as she can.”

“What are you going to do?” Jack murmured, gripping D’s fingers with reassuring strength.

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D’s mind was a blank. Shock had washed it clean of ideas and strategies. “I got no fuckin’ idea.”

“Well… here’s what I propose,” Churchill said, speaking for the first time in awhile. “I’m taking Jack to Albany on Monday. If she wants to hurt you, she could try and do it through Jack, so I think you both ought to stay in this room until we’re ready to take him up north. After that, D, you can deal with this Josey situation without having to worry about Jack’s safety.”

D nodded. “Yeah. That’s good.”

“I think we should move them,” Megan said. “She has to know where they are.”

“I disagree. She knows and hasn’t tried to get to them. They’re very well guarded here, she probably knows it’d be futile. Moving them would only expose them, and it’d be very difficult to make sure we weren’t followed to some new location on short notice like this.”

“I think we oughta stay here,” D said. “She ain’t gonna try nothin’. Like as not she assumes Jack’s gonna hafta stay in town fer the whole trial, like we thought he’d hafta do. We can get him out on Monday before she realizes what’s goin’ on, and I can go underground ta try ’n’ sort out this mess.”

Megan nodded. “All right. That makes sense.” She met his eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

“I need you to find out if Petros is working for Josey or the brothers. Or both. I got a feelin’ he’s playin’ both sides a the coin on this job. Can ya snoop around and watch him?”

“I’ll try. He’s pretty slippery.”

“Keep an eye out fer Josey too.”