Deliver Us From Evil

by David Baldacci

  cedar shake roof. Trucks were parked out front. Several hundred meters away Shaw saw another building that was dark. In the distance he could see the shadows of mountains. The extreme northern extension of the Appalachians, he figured. He had been to this area a couple of times in the past, as part of his work. It was foreboding, desolate, and there was no possibility of a handy policeman lurking on a street corner. The law was whatever someone with a gun or at least the upper hand said it was.

  The truck stopped. They were offloaded and marched into the house, still shackled and cuffed. The first man they saw was Pascal; his grin threatened to split his face in half. The second man was Alan Rice. The third face was why they were all here.

  Fedir Kuchin walked into the room. He was dressed casually in jeans and a corduroy shirt with thick work boots on his feet. He was not smiling in triumph, nor did he look angry. His features were inscrutable. This made Shaw more uneasy than if the man had started attacking him. It showed self-control, careful preparation. But for what?

  The next person he saw made him forget about Fedir Kuchin.

  A battered-looking Katie James smiled weakly at him.

  CHAPTER

  93

  NO MATTER what else happens, thought Shaw as he looked at Katie, I will kill him before this is over.

  “Are you all right, Katie?” he asked, as she started to move toward him, before Pascal blocked her way.

  “Yes. I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry? I’m the only reason you’re involved in this—”

  The explosion was so unexpected that Rice ducked and even Pascal jumped.

  A bullet passed by so close to Shaw’s ear that it seemed a miracle he still had it. Kuchin lowered the weapon, his gaze first on Reggie and then Shaw.

  “Thank you for your attention,” Kuchin said. “The matter is a simple one.” He pointed the gun at Katie. “She was the bait I used to bring you here. Now you are here.” He ran his gaze over Whit and Dominic. “All four of you, including the Irishman who was so anxious to put me in a box of bones.”

  “Still looking forward to it,” said Whit, managing a grin.

  Kuchin turned to Reggie and placed his gun against her head. “And the lovely one. The one who made me so careless, so eager to please. You made me two things I believed I was not, old and a fool.”

  “Pleasure,” said Reggie, staring right back at him, the cold touch of the gun metal not seeming to faze her at all.

  Kuchin next placed the muzzle against her forehead, even as Shaw tensed for a leap. But Kuchin removed the weapon just as abruptly. “Not that easy,” he said. “You made me experience your little ritual. I intend to have an equal opportunity.”

  Kuchin turned his attention to Dominic. “And the lucky one. The man who survived a point-blank shot to the forehead with a large-caliber semiautomatic pistol because my faithful colleague Pascal handed me an unloaded weapon.”

  Kuchin raised his gun, placed it against Dominic’s forehead as he had done with Reggie. Only this time he pulled the trigger. The back of the young man’s head exploded outward as blood, tissue, and bone were propelled in front of the release of kinetic energy.

  “Dominic!” screamed Reggie as he toppled backwards to the hardwood floor, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted.

  Whit struggled mightily to reach Kuchin, but chained as he was all he did was fall awkwardly over. Kuchin put a foot on his head and pinned him to the spot as he would have done to a bug.

  Shaw simply stood there. His gaze flicked to dead Dominic then to Reggie, whose face was wet with tears, and finally came to rest on Katie.

  I’m sorry, he mouthed to her.

  Her look said that she understood, but how could she really? How could anyone really?

  Kuchin slipped the heated gun into a belt holster he wore. His expression hadn’t changed at all. From blowing out a man’s brains to talking about the weather, it apparently didn’t matter to him.

  “No one is that lucky the second time around,” he said. He took his foot off Whit’s face and flicked a signal at his men. The Irishman was pulled up by two of the guards while he screamed obscenities at Kuchin.

  After Whit finally grew silent and stood there trembling and staring down at the body of his friend, Kuchin said, “You could not have possibly expected anything differently. You knew if you came you would die. It will not be complex. I like simple. I always have.”

  “Like your office back in your apartment?” said Shaw. “That was simple enough. Desk, file cabinets, locker with your old uniform. And your little film archives.”

  Kuchin turned to face him. The pistol came out of the holster. He placed the muzzle against Shaw’s forehead. “I have a plan,” he said. “A well-thought-out one. But I can alter that plan at any time.” He cocked the hammer back.

  A hand was on his arm before anyone else could move. “Please,” begged Katie James. “Please don’t.”

  Kuchin looked at her and then back at Shaw. “I promised you that if you followed my instructions she would be released unharmed.”

  “I’m holding you to that,” said Shaw.

  “A funny remark to make when I have a gun against your brain.”

  “On your mother’s grave? Just because I went to your apartment doesn’t change that.”

  Kuchin hesitated a few moments but finally put the gun away. He pointed at Katie. “She will remain here. You four will be out there.” He pointed out the window into the darkness.

  “You got your math wrong,” said Shaw. “There’re only three of us left.”

  “You misunderstand me. That is why I killed him. Because I only wanted there to be four of you, and he was the odd man out.”

  Shaw stared at him in confusion. Kuchin snapped his fingers. One of his men brought a yellow jumpsuit and sneakers forward. Kuchin took them and turned to Alan Rice.

  “Alan, please put these on.”

  Rice took a step back, his face turning first red as the blood rushed there and then white as the reality of the man’s words hit him and the blood drained right back out.

  “Evan?”

  Kuchin tossed the jumpsuit and shoes at Rice, who managed to snare the suit but the shoes clunked to the floor.

  “Evan?” he said again as he began to totter on his feet, his lips trembling.

  “You should have aimed better in the church, Alan.” He touched his ear. “Still, it was close. Singed my skin a bit, actually.”

  “But that was an accident. I was aiming at him.” He pointed at the dead Dominic. “I shot him.”

  “Shooting him was the accident. Missing me was an unforgivable sin.”

  “I… I’m no good with guns, you know that.”

  “You have been taking shooting lessons for the last six months. Pascal here followed you on my orders. And your knowledge of guns, you let that slip out too. Your only fault was that you believed since you could hit a paper target at twenty-five yards that you could kill a man in the middle of confusion at twenty feet. You couldn’t. And thus I lived.”

  “You’re mistaken, Evan. I took the lessons so I wouldn’t disappoint you, in case something came up. I didn’t want to disappoint you. You saved my life.”

  “I told you I would be monitoring the business.”

  Rice seemed to gain new life. “But I’ve done nothing against your interests. Your monitoring would show nothing.”

  “Every dime was accounted for.”

  “So then I don’t understand what this is all about.”

  “Freight charges haven’t gone up, Alan. The price of gas has actually fallen sixty percent from a year ago. Cargo ships still run on fuel, do they not? It took some digging, but we found the account with the fuel money in it.”

  “No, you’re wrong. It was that way because the shipments come in on two boats. I told you that.”

  “But they weren’t coming in on two ships, only one, but you were double-billing for the fuel. I know this because right before Pascal cut his tongue out, your colleague
down at the docks confessed. And then you try to kill me so you can take over the business completely.”

  “No, Evan, no, I—”

  “Put the clothes and shoes on, Alan. Now. Or you’ll get the next bullet to the brain right here. I will allow you to make the choice.”

  Sobbing, Alan Rice slowly slipped them on, but Pascal had to help him because the man was shaking so badly.

  Kuchin turned to the others. “You will have an hour’s head start. I would advise you not to run toward the ocean and dive in as the water is around ten degrees Celsius even in the summer.” He pointed out the window to his left. “That is the way to go. But keep in mind that this was once a glacier. There are many fjords, ruts deep enough to be lost forever in, water that moves very fast, and slopes that quickly turn into precipices. Also, there are animals out there that will hurt you at night.”

  “Including you?” said Reggie.

  “Including me most of all.”

  “So is this some sort of hunt?” asked Shaw.

  “Not some sort,” answered Kuchin. “It is a hunt.”

  “So us unarmed against you and all your men? Some hunt.”

  “No, all of you against only me.”

  “But you’ll have weapons.”

  “Of course I will.”

  “And what, if we get away, that’s it?”

  “You will not get away. I own the land for miles. And the land that I don’t own, no one else does either. There is nothing out there. Nothing. Except you and me.”

  “And Katie?” asked Shaw.

  “So long as you follow my instructions, she will be released unharmed.”

  “I want to go with Shaw,” said Katie.

  Kuchin ignored her and instead looked at his watch. “You now have fifty-nine minutes.” He nodded to his men, who freed the three from their bindings.

  Shaw looked at Katie for what would be the last time, he assumed. He tried to say something, but what was there to say? She seemed to be having the same problem. They finally simply exchanged a brief if earnest smile.

  Reggie finally pulled Whit away from staring at Dominic’s body and they followed Shaw out the door, where they set off at a fast trot.

  Alan Rice had not moved.

  “Alan?” said Kuchin.

  “Please, Evan, please don’t do this,” the younger man moaned.

  “You said it yourself. I pay them thousands and yet they want millions. You wanted more, it’s that simple. And do not beg. Men do not beg.” He fired a round into the floor next to Rice, who leapt to his feet and raced out the door. Katie James was taken away and locked in another room.

  It was then that Kuchin turned to Pascal. “Get the dogs ready.”

  CHAPTER

  94

  ALAN RICE sprinted past them but quickly fell back, tugging at a painful stitch in his side. He was obviously not in good physical shape. He would be a drag on the rest of them, making it easier for Kuchin to catch them. Because of that Shaw’s first inclination was to leave him, but then another thought occurred to him. He fell back and put his hand under Rice’s arm, helping him along.

  “Just pace yourself. Not too fast or slow.”

  “Okay, okay,” gasped Rice, and his stride became more measured.

  Reggie, seeming to sense what Shaw was doing, dropped back to join them. Whit ran on ahead, his head bowed, his focus no doubt still on Dominic.

  “What can you tell us about this place?” asked Reggie. “Anything that’ll give us an edge.”

  “Like what?” said Rice.

  Shaw said, “I figure we’re in Newfoundland or Labrador.”

  “It’s Labrador, right on the edge of the coast.”

  “How did you know that?” Reggie asked Shaw.

  “I had a lot of time to count seconds,” he answered.

  Rice snapped, “There’s nothing out here. We’re screwed. We’re dead.”

  They passed a small pond of scummy water. Before Shaw could react, Reggie had grabbed Rice, hauled him over to the pond, and pushed him in. He went under and then came up sputtering. She pushed him under again and held him there for several seconds.

  When he came up again he screamed, “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Just in case you have an electronic tracker on you,” she said. “Water and electronics don’t play well with each other.”

  Shaw glanced over at her. “Nice catch. I should’ve thought of it.”

  “Figured it wouldn’t be past Kuchin to plant a spy with us under the pretense of punishing his guy.”

  “Let’s keep moving,” said Shaw.

  As they jogged along Shaw said, “What else can you tell us?”

  “He has hunting dogs too, follow any scent.”

  “That’s another reason they took our clothes,” Shaw said. “For the dogs.”

  “Has he done this before? Hunted people?”

  “Well, I know he doesn’t hunt animals. He told me once he hated it.”

  Reggie grimaced. “Well, there’s your answer. He has hunting dogs but doesn’t hunt animals.”

  “At least not animals on four legs,” said Shaw.

  “He’s cruel and unpredictable,” added Rice.

  “The cruel part I get. It’s the unpredictable part I’m worried about.” Shaw looked around. “Are we heading towards the way someone would drive in here?”

  “It’s hard to tell in the dark, but I think so.”

  “What’s close?”

  “Nothing. Well, there’s an airstrip about forty kilometers in the direction we’re heading, but the last time I looked we don’t have a plane. Goose Bay is maybe the closest town, but it’s a long way. Hours by car, days on foot.”

  “Does he have weapons here?”

  “You’re kidding, right? He has a gun safe in the house full of them.”

  “You know the combination to that safe?”

  “Oh yeah, I’ve got it right here in my pocket.”

  Shaw jerked hard on the man’s arm and stopped, nearly throwing Rice to the ground. “We can just leave your ass back there for Kuchin to chew on first. You want that? Or do you want to stop with the wiseass cracks and try to help us here?”

  “I don’t know anything that can help you. I’ve been here before lots of times, but I just fly in and out. I almost never leave the house. Waller, Kuchin, whatever the hell his real name is, he knows this area better than anyone.”

  “That’s reassuring,” said Reggie grimly.

  “If he has dogs,” Shaw said, “we have to address that.”

  They started jogging again.

  “How?” asked Reggie.

  “Change our scent.”

  “How do we do that?” asked Rice as he puffed along beside them. “I thought dogs couldn’t be fooled.”

  “Anything can be fooled, even scent dogs. And we have an advantage.”

  “What?” asked Reggie.

  “Take a whiff.”

  “What?”

  “Take a deep breath.”

  Both she and Rice drew in heavy breaths. Rice almost gagged while Reggie wrinkled her nose. “Rotten eggs,” she said.

  “Sulfur dioxide,” amended Shaw. “There’s probably a lot of metamorphic rock around here. That means a lot of sulfur. Probably some