Part 12 (1/2)
”ALL I can do is give you a stack of rule-outs, partner.” The consultant's voice came through the van's multi-speaker system.
”I'll take whatever you have, Doctor,” the blond man said. ”For one, he's no sociopath.”
”But he makes a living-”
”No offense, my friend. But if you keep sticking your two cents in, this conversation's going to take a long time. I get paid by the hour. And a lot more than two cents.”
Tiger giggled. Percy threw his thousand-yard stare. Both aimed at the same target.
”The sociopath diagnosis was ruled out because I couldn't find even a trace of narcissism. And no question but the man has some real loyalty to others. But the absolute tell was when you were able to link him with that car bomb. The target was head of a cartel operating out of Guatemala-the first one to use MS-13 soldiers in America, in fact.
”You don't know who paid him, but no question that Cross brought a whole team down there years ago. The mission had something to do with a diplomat's daughter. Remember, I'm looking at papers with the usual spook blackouts of key data, so that's the best I can do.
”Anyway, Cross lost at least two men in that operation. A narcissistic sociopath might seek revenge because of some 'n.o.body messes with me and gets away with it' need to maintain his personal reputation, sure. But Cross seems to have been acting based on what the dead men would have expected of him. That's the kind of leader professional soldiers would want to follow.”
”Anything else?”
”From what I can determine, there isn't much to him,” the expensive consultant answered. ”His personal relations.h.i.+ps-male-female, I'm talking about here-seem to be limited to ... professionals. Strippers. Or, if you like, 'dancers.' That kind of thing.”
”He pays for s.e.x? That could-”
”I said 'relations.h.i.+ps.' He's not paying for s.e.x. What you'd call a series of 'girlfriends' are all drawn from that same world.”
”Doesn't that mean something?”
”Yeah, it actually does. It means Cross only understands people who work for their money, and do that work on his side of the law. Interestingly enough, his original partner-this 'Ace' individual-goes the opposite way. He's had the same relations.h.i.+p with the same woman for a good twenty years. Children, too.”
”Does she know what he does?” Tiger asked.
”Probably not exactly, but she knows he works nights and never gets a W-2.”
”That doesn't really help,” the blond man reminded the team.
”Not for what you want, no,” the consultant acknowledged. ”Oh, Cross can do a lot of things, but now he seems to be following some script I can't get at. His whole crew is like a band of guerrillas operating in hostile territory, but I can't see any objective. They seem to hate the government, but they lack any desire to overthrow it.”
”Money?” Percy guessed.
”No,” Tracker responded instantly.
”He's right,” the consultant echoed. ”The money's almost secondary to some of the things this crew has done. Taken individually, all might have their individual reasons. But what you have collectively is a gestalt of outcasts.”
”A gestalt?” Tiger asked.
”Easiest way to put it is like this,” the consultant answered. ”The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.”
”Could you be a little more-?”
”Remember, I'm theorizing from what you supplied,” he cautioned. ”All right. Of them all, the only one who seems fully centered is Rhino. Why he's taken it on himself to protect Princess, I couldn't even guess at. There's no question that Princess on his own would be as dangerous as a horde of pit bulls on angel dust. Or that he doesn't have a malicious bone in that huge body. He's like a child ... unless some b.u.t.ton gets pushed.”
”Who can-?”
”Push his b.u.t.ton inside the crew? Probably any of them, but only Cross does so deliberately. Once Princess s.h.i.+fts, he's utterly without limits. You really need me to tell you that, after sending me those crime-scene shots? Like the one that shows he harpooned a man to a wall?”
”You said you wanted everything,” the blond man answered.
”So I did. Okay. Ace is a contract killer. But he and Cross go so far back that how they maintain that relations.h.i.+p is a puzzle. Buddha seems to be the most money-oriented of them all. And even Buddha has something else going on. He's that rare individual who likes the chase better than the capture.”
”Meaning what?” Percy sneered.
”Meaning, if you put a million dollars on the table as a gift, he'd probably say something like 'Thanks, but I'd rather steal it.' ”
”That doesn't provide us with much insight,” the blond man said, earning him another round of venomous looks from Tiger and Percy. Even Wanda slid her chair a few inches away.
”Let's try it this way, then,” the consultant's voice came through the speakers with a little more of his natural tone, thanks to Wanda's adjustments. ”Ace kills for money; that's his profession. Buddha would kill for money, but he's got no real interest in killing. Rhino has no hesitancy about homicide, provided it's in furtherance of a specific mission. Princess, however, turns lethal only when he believes someone else 'started it.' That phrase is the one characteristic of his supposedly 'unprovoked' attacks.”
”His war cry,” Tracker ventured.
”That's about right. As for Cross, there's no question that he'll kill-individuals or groups-without hesitation. But he's not a pure contract man like Ace. In fact, the motivation for a number of homicides attributed to him is unknown.”
”Could he operate on his own?” the blond man asked.
”Can't tell you. There's no case that it appears he could have pulled off without a.s.sistance of some kind. But Cross is a man who collects obligations. And he'd call in markers anytime he needed them.”
”You understand, for our plan to work, we have to send him in there alone?”
”Sure, I understand. But I'm not sure you do.”
”What does that mean?”
”It means what I just said. A lot of people seem obligated to him, in one way or another. And they all have people obligated to them. Cross might walk in there alone, but I'd put my money on him not staying that way long.”
LATE THE next evening, the blond man and Wanda entered the War Room. They noted that Cross was already in a whispered conversation with Tracker.
”You tell him yet?” the blond man asked Percy.
”No.”
”Tell me what?” Cross said.
”You're going to jail, pal.”
Something flashed across Cross's face, less quickly than his left hand disappeared inside his coat. ”You got a good sense of humor, Blondie.”
”Listen!” the blond man urged. ”You saw the news. They hit again. Right inside the Isolation Wing of the federal lockup. The same wing where they were holding that freak who was trying to take credit for the Canyon Killings.”
”That suicide?”
”Suicide, my a.s.s. That's just for the media. Towers was one of their signature kills. Here, take a look for yourself.”
The blond man tossed several color photographs on the table. Each showed the serial killer who had tried to persuade the authorities he had bodies buried all over the country in an attempt to stave off his own execution. But the man was not hanging as a suicide would be-what remained of his torn-apart body was dangling from some sort of metal hook, both the skull and spine missing.