I said, ‘I guess it is.’
‘This is the scene where you try to get rid of me, isn’t it?’
‘Why would I do that?’
‘Because now it gets hard.’
‘Which would argue for maintaining numbers, not reducing them.’
‘But you’ll worry about me. You’ll look at me and you’ll see Dominique Kohl. That’s worth two beats a minute.’
‘Suppose I say I won’t worry about you?’
‘Then I’ll say you should. The only way to do this is to go through Little Joey first. Who will be difficult to go through. Who likes rough sex with new hookers. If you get captured, you’ll get a bullet in the head. If I get captured, I’ll be begging for one.’
‘Suppose neither one of us gets captured. That’s the more likely outcome. Joey needn’t be difficult to go through. He’s a big target. Lots of centre mass.’
‘With a driver and four guards in a Jaguar, everywhere he goes.’
‘Until we make them all unemployed. Then they’ll disappear. They won’t fight on for free.’
‘You really want me there?’
I didn’t answer. Dominique Kohl had asked: Will you let me make the arrest? Which was a question I wish I had answered differently. A waiter came over and took our order. I got a rib-eye steak. Nice got duck, and when the waiter left she asked again, ‘You really want me there?’
‘Not my decision,’ I said. ‘You’re the boss. Joan Scarangello told me so.’
‘I think the strategy is sound.’
‘Me too.’
‘But the execution will be complex.’
‘I’ll take all the help I can get.’
She said, ‘Suppose you had never picked up that newspaper? Where would you be now?’
‘Seattle, probably. Or the next place.’
‘And all of this would be happening without you. Do you think about that?’
‘Not really. Because I picked up the paper.’
‘Why did you call? Were you curious?’
‘Not really,’ I said again. ‘I knew O’Day would be involved. And I prefer not to be curious about his line of work.’
‘So why did you call?’
‘I owed Shoemaker a favour.’
‘From when?’
‘About twenty years ago.’
‘What kind of favour?’
‘He kept his mouth shut about something.’
‘Want to tell me?’
I said, ‘Personally, no.’
‘But?’
‘It could be argued the nature of the incident has a bearing on the mission. In which case you’re entitled to the information.’
‘Which is what?’
‘Long story short, I shot a guy trying to escape.’
‘Is that a bad thing?’
‘The trying to escape part was invented for the record. It was a routine execution. National security is a tricky thing. It’s all about public image. Therefore sometimes retribution is public, and sometimes it isn’t. Some traitors get arrests and trials, and some don’t. Some end up as tragic accidents, maybe shot to death by muggers, on street corners in weird parts of town.’
‘And General Shoemaker knew?’
‘He was an accidental witness.’
‘Did he object?’
‘Not in principle. He understood. He was in military intelligence. Ask around. The CIA was just the same. It was a pragmatic period.’
‘So how do you owe him a favour?’
‘I shot the guy’s friend, too.’
‘Why?’
‘I got a bad vibe. Which ended up righteous, because the guy had a gun in his pocket, and his home address was a treasure trove. He turned out to be my guy’s contact. As an espionage thing, they got a twofer out of it. More than that, in the end. They made arrests up and down the chain. But the inquiry panel wanted to be absolutely sure I had seen the gun first. Some legal thing. And the truth is, I hadn’t. And Shoemaker didn’t rat me out.’
‘So now you’re going to fight his battle for him. That’s a lot of payback. Seems out of proportion.’
‘That’s how favours work. Like in the mob movies. Some guy says, one day I will call on you to perform a service. You don’t get to pick and choose. And anyway, maybe it was Shoemaker’s battle in the beginning, but it’s mine now. Because O’Day was right. It’s a big world, but I can’t be looking over my shoulder all the time. So Kott gets a rematch.’
‘Do you want me with you?’
‘Only if you want to be. On an ethical level, first. The favour is a hint. Like a script for me to follow. O’Day wants an executioner. He doesn’t want arrests and trials.’
‘On any level, do you want me with you?’
I said, ‘Where do you want to be?’
‘I want to be part of it.’
‘You are part of it.’
‘Entering a phase not entirely suited to my skills.’
‘What’s wrong with your skills?’
‘I’m an average shot with no aptitude for hand-to-hand combat.’
‘Doesn’t matter. We’ll complement each other. Because the physical part is the least of it. The game goes to the fastest thinker. Which is what you’re good at. Or at least, two heads are better than one.’
She didn’t answer.
I said, ‘We start again at seven o’clock in the morning. Take the rest of the night off.’
We rode down in the elevator together, but I got out alone, on my floor, which was a couple above hers. The turn-down lady had been in my room. I reopened the drapes and looked out across the rooftops. I guessed most of what I was seeing was about a hundred yards away. The comfortable middle distance, in a crowded city. An easy angle, and some kind of default focus. I raised my eye line a little, and tried to guess double, for two hundred yards, and again, for four hundred, and again, for eight hundred, and then one last time, for sixteen hundred yards.
I was staring into the far, far distance. If Romford was Mayfair, we’d be searching ten thousand locations.
Kohl had asked, Will you let me make the arrest?
I had said, I want you to.
As a reward, really. Or an acknowledgement. Or a compliment. Like a battlefield decoration. An earned privilege. She had done all the work. And had all the ideas, and made all the breakthroughs. Hence the reward. Which was substantial, in the coded language of the military, because we had a big enemy. Not physically. Not as I recall. I stuck a chisel in his brain, many years afterwards, and I don’t remember a big man. But he was big in terms of power. And prestige, and influence. A real long shot. Especially for a woman. Which was part of it. It was a long time ago. Recognition was important. And she deserved it. She did the work, and had the ideas, and made the breakthroughs. She was very thorough, and very smart.
Hadn’t saved her.
I took my clothes off and got into bed, but I left the drapes open. I figured the city glow might comfort me, and the dawn might help me wake.
At one minute past seven the next morning we were on our way to Wallace Court, in Bennett’s car, which was no longer an anonymous blue Vauxhall, but an anonymous silver Vauxhall. Otherwise identical. Like rental cars. We drove most of the same route, but faster, because the morning traffic was running the other way. Into town, not out. Rush hour, but not for us. Bennett looked tired. Casey Nice looked OK. We didn’t talk. Nothing to say. No doubt Bennett thought I was wasting his time. Which was possible. Or probable, even. But there’s always a percentage chance of something. Maybe of not having to say if I had known then what I know now. Which phrase is used a lot. My mother said it all the time. In her case, she meant it sincerely, but she said it like an elocution exercise, like a person learning a foreign language, which she was, with all her attention on the three cascading vowel sounds at the very end, and none at all on the consonants along the way: If I ’ad known zen what I know now.