Part 23 (1/2)
She shook her head slowly as she c.o.c.ked the revolver. ”I'm sorry, but I'm not going to give you a chance to do that. I have my orders, Mr. Jensen, and I will carry them out.”
”SO?” JACK asked.
”So she made contact,” Troy answered, glancing over his shoulder at Jennie. ”I listened to her the whole time she was on the phone with the guy.” She'd moved the chair to a corner of the bare room and was sitting in it sobbing, face buried in her hands again. ”There was no code going on between them. The conversation was too basic, and there wasn't any cadence embedded in it. I would have recognized if something was up.”
”And?”
”And we've got a meeting place set up out in New Jersey.”
”How long until we meet?”
”Three hours. That's plenty of time for us to get out there.”
Jack gestured at Jennie. ”How do you know she won't call them after we leave?”
Troy held up Jennie's cell phone. ”And we're bringing her with us.”
Taking her with them created another set of problems, but it was probably the only option at this point. ”How much is the ransom?” Jack asked.
”Two hundred grand. A hundred each.”
”So they have both of them?”
”That's what the guy said to Jennie on the phone. I heard him say it.”
A wave of relief rolled through Jack. He'd been afraid this human exchange was going to involve only L.J.
The wave that had eased through him was small, not much more than a tide, really. They still had to get Karen and L.J. back. He didn't know much about this business, but he knew the money-for-human trade wouldn't be straightforward. And of course, the guy might be lying about having Karen, too. h.e.l.l, he could have been lying about having either one of them. They might be walking into an ambush.
”The guy really thinks we can come up with two hundred grand that fast at this hour?” Jack asked, glancing at his watch. It was almost midnight.
”I told her to tell them we had it in a safe at home. I told her to tell them we'd gotten a lot of cash out of the bank today because we figured someone would call.”
Jack patted Troy on the shoulder. The kid wasn't just an amazing athlete. ”Nice.”
”Thanks.”
”You all right?”
”I'm fine.”
Jack patted Troy's shoulder again. He didn't seem fine. ”Don't worry about all that stuff Jennie said. She doesn't know what she's talking about.”
”I wish that were true.”
”What do you mean?”
Troy pursed his lips. ”I mean, she was right. I was with a woman when I was in Spain two months ago.” He shook his head. ”And then there was one in Venezuela, very recently.”
Jack shrugged. ”It's not like you and Jennie are married.” That didn't sound very good, he realized. But, given the danger they were heading for in New Jersey, he had to keep Troy focused on the situation.
”I've never been able to stay loyal to any woman I've ever been with.” Troy shook his head as he kicked at the floor.
”Life's pretty fragile for you, brother. I'm thinking that has a way of making you more spontaneous than most of us.”
”You mean more irresponsible, don't you? I told Lisa and Jennie I was committed to them. But I didn't hold up my end of the bargain.”
”Now isn't the time to beat yourself up about it. And look, you called it. Jennie cheated on you, too. She's just as wrong as you.”
Troy took a deep breath. ”I don't blame her. She's right. I was gone a lot, and I was only half there when I was with her. I was always thinking about the next mission. It sucked for her.”
”Like I said, I don't think now's the-”
”It isn't just that I cheated, Jack. It's more than that.”
”What do you mean?”
”I mean somebody knew I was in Spain.”
”So?”
”Did you hear what I just said?”
”I thought I did.”
”Someone knew I was in Spain.”
”Help me here.”
”When we go on covert missions, which this mission to Spain was, we follow extensive procedures to lose ourselves in the background, if you get my drift. When I leave for a mission, I don't just drive to JFK, get on a commercial airliner, and head to Europe. From the moment I leave my door, wherever that is, I take strict precautions to make sure no one knows what I'm really doing. And I don't use civilian transportation.”
Jack stared at Troy for several moments. ”You mean, it would be tough for someone to follow you?”
”Impossible,” Troy replied, ”especially at this point in my career. Not to brag, but I've gotten pretty good at disappearing, since I've been doing it for a while. So it was someone who had significant resources, because-”
”Jesus Christ!”
Jack dashed past Troy for the window just as Jennie reached it. Out of the corner of his eye, he'd seen her rise up from the chair. But he hadn't put two and two together fast enough. She was going to jump-and it was five stories down.
As she hurtled through the gla.s.s, Jack tried desperately to catch her-but missed.
Jack stared down as she fell, unable to turn away and shut his eyes even as she crashed into the pavement.
”THIS IS crazy,” the man muttered as he glanced over his shoulder into the back of the van at the woman and the little boy. ”I mean it was crazy to start with, but now it's out of control.”
Both kidnapping victims lay on the floor, bound and gagged tightly-even the toddler, who hadn't stopped crying since they'd picked him up from Jennie this afternoon. The man felt bad about what both of the victims were going through-the little boy was so young, and the woman was handicapped-but his partner, Kyle, didn't. And Kyle was in charge.