The Hit (2013) Page 14

  With the shooters out front, probably at the knoll, he had some time. He backed the car to the rear door of the house, shielding it from the sight line of any gunner who might be back here.

  He blew the horn. The back door instantly opened and DiCarlo appeared. As Robie had instructed her, she kept low and scuttled over to the car, getting in the rear door and slamming it shut behind her.

  “Stay down,” Robie called out.

  He put the car in gear and drove back around to the front. He was exposing himself to fire here, but he had no choice. There was only one road in and out.

  The rounds started pinging off the car’s frame and shattering windows as soon as they reached the front. Robie heard DiCarlo gasp and then groan. He poked his head over the seat.

  Blood was pouring from a wound in her chest. She’d been hit, probably by a ricochet.

  Another shot tore up his left rear tire. Now he had two bad wheels.

  He also sensed the shots getting closer and more accurate. That meant the shooters had left the knoll and were moving in for the kill.

  Robie pulled up next to the Range Rover and parked beside it. He got out, searched the body of the guard lying next to it, and found the keys. He looked at the Rover’s frame, glass, and tires.

  Armored, bulletproof, and run-flats, he concluded.

  He opened the rear door of his car and managed to drag out DiCarlo. Her breathing was ragged. He lifted her into the Rover’s backseat as shots started clanging off the vehicle’s frame.

  He pulled his pistol and fired some shots back. He knew he couldn’t hit anything at this distance, but it might slow their advance a bit.

  He climbed in the passenger side, slid over to the driver’s seat, and started the truck.

  Rounds were coming fast now, hitting everything. Robie was tempted to roll down his window and fire back when the most remarkable thing happened.

  Counterfire started up.

  He looked a hundred meters in front of him. There was a figure behind a tree, holding a rifle that was balanced on the lowest branch. The rifle must have had an auto feed, because the shooter was rapid-firing.

  Robie looked at where the shots were hitting. In the distance he now saw lights. As he watched, one of the lights exploded. Then the other lights scattered.

  The countershooter had stopped the advance in its tracks.

  Robie watched in fascination as the shooter outguessed his opponents on the grid. They were trying to flee his shots by zigzagging. But the shooter was correctly guessing their movements and Robie saw another light explode as presumably another shooter hit the dirt for the last time.

  Finally, the shooters headed the other way, in full retreat.

  And the countershooter kept firing, chasing them all the way.

  DiCarlo’s moaning in the backseat brought Robie out of this observation. He put the truck in gear and hit the gas. Just as he made the turn to head back down the gravel road and to the main road, he saw it.

  Or rather, he saw the countershooter.

  Well, all he actually saw was the long hair.

  And then the countershooter disappeared into the darkness.

  His savior had been a woman.

  And Robie was pretty sure that woman was Jessica Reel.

  CHAPTER

  31

  ROBIE DESPERATELY WANTED TO GO back to confirm that his ally in this firefight had been Reel. But he had a badly wounded woman in his backseat and he had no idea where the nearest hospital was.

  He hit the main road, gunned it, and called Blue Man.

  The man answered right away and Robie told him what had happened, leaving out, however, the information about the female countershooter.

  Blue Man told Robie help was on the way and directed him to the nearest hospital; he indicated that a team would meet him there. They were also sending a response unit to DiCarlo’s house.

  Robie took two minutes to pull off the road, examine DiCarlo’s wound, and stop the bleeding as best as he could. DiCarlo was going in and out of consciousness. She alternated between gripping his arm and then letting it go.

  Robie said, “You’re going to be okay, ma’am. I’m not going to let you die. You’re going to be fine.”

  He didn’t know if any of this was true, but she needed to hear it.

  He arrived at the county hospital twenty minutes later. Agency personnel were already there, and they took over when Robie screeched to a halt in the parking lot. They stabilized DiCarlo at the hospital, and then she was loaded into a medevac chopper and flown off to a hospital better equipped to handle a trauma patient.

  Robie stayed behind to debrief Blue Man, who had shown up about ten minutes after Robie. They sat in a small cubicle outside the emergency room sipping lukewarm vending machine coffee.

  “So what’s her condition?” asked Robie.

  “She’s stabilized, but in critical condition. From what I heard she lost a lot of blood and was in shock. Don’t know if she’s going to make it or not. Someone has obviously declared war on the agency.” He paused. “Jessica Reel.” It really wasn’t a question.

  Robie hesitated. Part of him wanted to tell Blue Man what he had seen tonight. The countershooter had been a woman; he was certain of that. He was also convinced that it had been Reel. That wasn’t a fact; it was just his speculation. Yet who else could it have been?

  In the end he decided to keep it to himself.

  “There were multiple shooters,” said Robie. “I think Reel is more of a loner.”

  Blue Man threw his coffee into a trash can, wiped off his hands, and sat back down next to Robie in a scratched plastic chair. The room reeked of antiseptic and stale food.

  “Multiple shooters? You’re sure?”

  “Maybe four or five. Maybe more.”

  Robie wondered if they would find any bodies out there other than DiCarlo’s guards. He was certain Reel had nailed at least two of them.

  Blue Man wiped sweat from his forehead with his hand. “Do we have a full-fledged conspiracy going on here?”

  “But why target DiCarlo?” asked Robie.

  “She was number two.”

  “So the conspiracy is directed at top agency personnel? Then why go after Jacobs? He was nowhere near the inner circle.”

  “I don’t know, Robie. But if it was multiple shooters and Reel is working with them, they must have some goal in mind.”

  “It’s funny that DiCarlo’s security team was so light,” Robie said. “Particularly after what happened to Gelder.”

  Blue Man was nodding before Robie finished speaking. “I know.”

  “She comes out here with two guys and no perimeter. Multiple points of attack. You wouldn’t have to be good to get to her. You just have to show up.”

  “It was her home.”

  “That’s not a reason. The agency has lots of safe houses. She never should have been allowed to even go to her house, given what happened to Gelder.”

  “You’re right, Robie.”

  “And the guy who should’ve told her that is Evan Tucker, the number one. One trumps two, right?”

  “I’m not privy to the dynamics of their relationship or what might have transpired between them.”

  “So there’s nothing you can tell me that might help?”

  Blue Man looked up at him, the mental battle clear in his features. “I don’t know what to tell you, Robie.”

  “That actually tells me a lot.”

  Robie went over with Blue Man the details of the meeting with DiCarlo. But again he didn’t tell all. He could vividly recall the anxiety in DiCarlo’s voice as she spoke to him:

  Missions that never should have been. Missing personnel. Money moved from here to there and then it disappeared. Equipment sent to places it should not have been sent to and it also disappeared.

  And her last comment had been even more troublesome, that something insidious is going on, Mr. Robie. I don’t know if it has anything to do with Jessica Reel. What I do know is that it’s rea
ched a crisis point.

  He didn’t tell Blue Man this because, ever the dutiful agency man, he would have reported it up his chain of command. And right now Robie didn’t want that.

  “Anything else?” asked Blue Man.

  “When will we know if DiCarlo will make it or not?”

  “Last I heard it may take a couple of days.”

  “Has she given any sort of statement?”

  Blue Man shook his head. “None. She was unconscious. They’re hoping to get a statement from her in the next few days. If she survives.”

  “So who’s going to be the new number two?” asked Robie.

  “I’m not sure anyone would take the job right now,” replied Blue Man.

  “Is Evan Tucker coming here?”

  “Don’t know. He’s been briefed, of course. And I’m sure he’ll want to hear what happened directly from you.”

  “Nothing more I can tell.”

  “So you didn’t see anyone else out there?”

  Robie didn’t hesitate. “Just the shooters. And they were at a distance. I was more concerned about getting DiCarlo out of there. I didn’t have time to observe much.”

  “Of course.” Blue Man stood. “You need a ride home?”

  “Yeah. The Rover is officially evidence and my car is wrecked.”

  “I’m going to stay around here, but I’ll have one of my men drive you back into town.”

  Before either of them could start toward the exit several men in suits appeared.

  “Will Robie?”

  Robie looked at them. “Who are you?”

  “We’d like you to come with us.”

  “Who is ‘we’?” said Blue Man.

  The speaker looked at him. “This doesn’t concern you.”

  “The hell it doesn’t. Robie is with me.” Blue Man showed them his creds.

  The same man spoke. “Right, sir, we know who you are.” The man held out his own creds. Their magnitude made Blue Man blink in surprise and take a step back.

  Robie had also seen the ID card and badge. He wasn’t surprised that Blue Man had stood down.

  When the country’s national security advisor wanted you, well, you went.

  Robie walked outside, climbed into the waiting SUV, and was driven off.

  He didn’t expect to be home anytime soon.

  CHAPTER

  32

  JESSICA REEL SAT IN HER CAR, which was parked at a curb on a normally busy street in D.C. However, it was late and the traffic had ebbed even on this main artery.

  Her rifle was in the trunk. She had fired more than forty rounds at the shooters. She might have saved Will Robie’s life; she wasn’t sure. And while Janet DiCarlo might still die from her wounds, she would have assuredly died without Reel’s intervention. And Robie’s.

  That gave a lift to Reel’s spirits, something that hadn’t happened a lot lately.

  It had been stupid on DiCarlo’s part to have such limited security that far out. Reel had been to her home before, years ago. A friendly meeting to discuss Reel’s future.

  She smiled grimly at this memory.

  My future?

  She’d had an epiphany after leaving Gioffre. She knew that DiCarlo had been appointed the number two. She still had electronic back doors into the agency. Until these were all shut down—and they would be soon—she had utilized them to the maximum. She’d figured that in DiCarlo’s position as the new number two, she and Robie would have to meet. Reel didn’t know that this meeting was actually their second face-to-face.

  She and DiCarlo went way back, farther than anyone else she knew at the agency. She had always been able to count on DiCarlo to cover her back. But now that was no longer possible. Reel had not only crossed the line, she had obliterated it.

  She’d followed Robie out to DiCarlo’s house. Initially she didn’t know where he was going, and as the roads became more and more rural and the traffic less and less plentiful, she was afraid Robie would spot her. But at one point she deduced where he must be going and broke off her tail, only to circle back and take up position. She had no idea that an attack was coming.

  But then again, she had no reason to assume that an attack wasn’t coming.

  She was certain she had hit some of the shooters. If she had, she expected that the mess would be cleaned up before anyone else arrived at the scene. There would be no leave-behinds.

  Robie had exercised sound skills in using the armored SUV to make his escape. He was resourceful and worked well under pressure. She remembered this from her brief time working with him. Reel had sized up her competition early and often at the agency. The only serious competition she’d had was Will Robie. They took turns topping the grading system in all their early missions. But Robie had eventually come out ahead. She’d never thought she would ever be pitted against him.

  Her thoughts turned back to DiCarlo: Why target her? What did she know?

  Reel had long suspected that DiCarlo was better informed than many people inside the agency thought. They probably had believed she would make a competent if temporary number two.

  No, a safe number two, she corrected herself.

  They obviously didn’t know DiCarlo as Reel did.

  They likely thought this because she was a woman. They failed to realize that she had worked three times as hard and had to be twice as tough as a man to reach the level she had.

  The area had had a brief respite from the inclement weather, but the broad low-pressure system had anchored itself over the city, and when the clouds grew heavy with moisture the rains had commenced once more. The wind picked up and one of the gusts buffeted Reel’s rental car. She started the engine and turned the heat on but did not put the car in gear. The rain-slicked streets had driven the few pedestrians to drier locations and she had an unobstructed if rain-soaked view of the pavement. If only her thoughts could be as clear. But they were as cloudy as a mountain hollow on a cold morning.

  Judge Samuel Kent and the other person on her list had not only been forewarned, but were also now on the offensive. Reel had little doubt that this group had orchestrated the attack on Janet DiCarlo. This was troubling, because they obviously knew something about DiCarlo that Reel didn’t. It was an extraordinary move and an extraordinary move had to have extraordinary justification.

  She took out her phone and studied the screen. It was easy enough to text Robie. They couldn’t trace her, of that she was sure. But Reel also knew that the agency could read every text she sent him. So she had to be careful, not just for herself but for him. A funny thought, she was aware, to be concerned about the wellbeing of a man that she had very nearly turned into a burnt husk. But now certain possibilities were opening for her and she meant to take advantage of them.

  She tapped the keys on her screen and sent her text. Now that that was done, she would just have to see how it played out. A lot would depend on Robie.

  The rain picked up as she drove faster.

  Reel had never worn a uniform and yet she’d probably killed more people than even the most decorated of professional soldiers. She risked her life every time she did so. Yet she’d taken her orders from those at a safe distance from the battle. She had never questioned those orders. She had executed them faithfully for nearly all of her adult life.

  And then had come the time when she couldn’t do that anymore.

  Her father had been a monster and had nearly beaten her into an early grave. Those scars were permanent. Not the ones on her body—the ones in her mind. Those never really healed.

  Her career as a sanctioned killer had given her something she thought she would never have.

  Clarity of action.

  Good versus bad.

  Good wins. Bad loses.

  It was like she was killing her father over and over. It was like she was extinguishing the neo-Nazis for eternity. And every other demon that dared try to walk among humankind wreaking havoc.

  And yet it had never been and would never be that simple.

 
; And it had finally dawned on Jessica Reel that the best arbiter of what was good and what was evil was her own moral compass, tarnished as it was by what she’d done in the past.

  Her break with complete obedience to her employer had not come easily. But once it had come it was surprising to her how exhilarating it had been to think once more for herself.

  As she drove on, Reel wondered what Robie would make of the little present she’d left for him.

  CHAPTER

  33

  HE WAS NOT OFFICIALLY KNOWN as the NSA, because that would have confused him with the National Security Agency. Technically he was the assistant to the president for national security affairs, or APNSA. He was not Senate-confirmed, but was selected directly by the president. His office was in the West Wing near the Oval Office. The APNSA had no authority over any government agency, unlike the secretary of homeland security or the defense secretary.

  Given those limitations it would be easy to conclude that the APNSA wielded little authority or influence. That conclusion would be patently wrong.

  Anyone with the direct ear of the president had enormous authority and wielded staggering influence. In times of national crisis the APNSA operated directly from the White House Situation Room, with the president usually right next to him.

  Robie knew all of this as he was driven to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The tank-stopping gates opened and the SUV motorcade swept into arguably the most famous address in the world.

  The walk was short once they left the vehicles. Robie was not taken to the Situation Room. That was reserved for a national crisis. Well, he thought, if things kept going the way they were, it might become a very busy place.

  He was taken to a small conference room and told to sit. So he sat. He knew there were armed men right outside the door.

  He wondered if the president was in town today. He was certain the man had been briefed on all this. What he had made of that briefing was anyone’s guess.

  Robie sat alone for five minutes, long enough to show that the man he was waiting for was very important and that Robie’s matter, though critical, was only one of many the APNSA was juggling.