Noble Intentions: Season Two (Episodes 6-10)
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“California?”
“I’ll tell you where in seven days.”
“Why must it be a secret?”
He turned to face the window again. “Return to your room and get ready for dinner.”
Clarissa remained seated for a minute and then got up and walked to the door. She stopped before grabbing the handle. Looked over her shoulder. Boris remained at the window, staring out at nothing as if in a trance. She opened the door and stepped into the hall. No one waited for her.
She walked down the hall, retracing her steps back to her room. A young girl’s humming floated down the corridor. The melodic sound became louder as Clarissa approached an open door. She stopped outside the room. Stepped toward the wall, placing her palms against it. She shifted to the right and peered inside.
Clarissa had never seen a ghost, not that she was aware of at least. But the feeling in her stomach at that moment was what she imagined seeing the spirit of a dead person would feel like.
“Mandy,” she said in a voice slightly louder than a whisper.
The little girl turned from her desk. Her eyes grew big and her mouth dropped open.
Clarissa brought a single finger to her lips. She stepped into the room and closed the door. They met halfway and embraced. Mandy buried her face into Clarissa’s chest. Clarissa held the girl’s head close in an attempt to muffle her sobs. She checked the room for a security camera. Didn’t see one.
Mandy stopped crying and pulled her head back. Her blue eyes had become bloodshot and her pale cheeks were stained with tears.
“What are you doing here?” Mandy asked.
“It’s hard to explain, sweetie. I’m on a mission. The question is what are you doing here?”
“They stole me at the bank. They hurt Bear and took me.”
“Bear is here?”
“We live here now.”
“Give me the address, Mandy.”
The little girl told Clarissa the address.
“I’m going to get you out of here. You have to trust me.”
“OK.”
“But I need you to pretend that you don’t know me.”
“OK.”
“They can’t know who I am. They think I’m from Russia.”
“I won’t say anything.”
12
Bear reclined on his couch, watching the clock. One leg stretched out on the couch. The other on the coffee table. His doorbell rang at six o’clock on the dot. He crossed the room and opened the door without first checking to see who was there. Two uniformed officers stood on his porch. Bear said nothing.
“Riley Logan?”
Bear nodded.
“We need you to ask you a few questions, Mr. Logan.”
Bear stepped back and held the door open. “C’mon in.”
The police officers stepped inside. One pointed at the couch and nodded at Bear.
Bear took a seat and said, “What can I do for you?”
One of the officers paid no attention to Bear. He walked around the living room, checking behind chairs and tables and books.
The other officer stood in front of Bear. “Where were you around two p.m. this afternoon?”
Bear shrugged. He thought the officers were there to discuss Mandy and the question of his whereabouts threw him off. He had been with Detective Larsen at two p.m. But Larsen had made a point to tell Bear that half the department was being paid off. Could these men be in that half?
“Here. Haven’t done much, you know, waiting to hear word about my little girl.”
“We have a witness who says they saw you with Detective Larsen, outside of town, around two p.m. today.”
Curtis Hale?
Bear said, “Yeah, I guess that sounds about right.”
“What were you doing with him?”
Bear lied. “I was showing him the different places we used to go. We went to the lake and I showed him where we went fishing a few weeks ago.”
“In this weather?”
“Yeah, in this weather.” He knew it sounded bad, but he had to give some reason for being out there.
“What do you do, Mr. Logan?” the other officer said from behind him.
“Huh?”
“For a living. What do you do?”
“I’m independently wealthy. I just raise my little girl. Read. Watch TV.”
The officer behind him walked behind the couch. Bear didn’t look back.
“Sounds like the life of a slacker.”
“I worked for it.”
“Why don’t you tell us what you were doing with Detective Larsen?”
“I just did.”
The cops said nothing. The one behind him rounded the couch and walked to the open front door. He closed the door. Turned the deadbolt to the right, locking it.
Bear started to get a sense that these two officers were in the corrupt half of the department.
Bear asked, “Did something happen to Detective Larsen?”
“Why would you think that?”
Bear placed his hands on his knees and started to stand. Both officers raised their hands and gestured him back down.
“Well,” Bear said, “I’ve been around cops with an agenda. And I’d be hog tied if you two weren’t cops with an agenda.”
They looked at each other.
“Just tell us what you were doing, Mr. Logan.”
Bear felt his cheeks redden and his neck grew hot.
“I told you. He’s helping me find my little girl, which is more than you two bastards are doing right now. So I’d appreciate it if you’d get the frig out of my house.”
“Detective Larsen is not a good man. Did he tell you what happened?”
Bear had been wondering what Larsen had referred to earlier that day. When Bear pressed, the detective refused to answer.
“You know he lost his own daughter not too long ago?”
Bear shook his head.
“His fault. Recklessness. But he blamed it on someone else and now he has an agenda against that person. We are concerned that he’s using you to fulfill his own agenda.”
“Don’t know what you are talking about,” Bear said. “We just went around to places that me and Mandy frequented. There was no talk of an agenda.”
One of the officers unlocked the door, opened it and stepped onto the porch. Bear saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a cigarette. He found himself wanting a smoke.
“Mr. Logan, I did some digging around on you. There’s not much information out there.”
Bear hiked his shoulders up to his ears and held out his hands.
“Why don’t you tell me about where you and Mandy were before you came to our city?”
“We were in New York.”
“And?”
Bear said nothing.
The cop waited a minute or two before speaking again. “We’re watching you, Logan. You best believe we are watching you. One step outta line and we’ll put you behind bars for forty-eight hours minimum. If I catch you jaywalking, you’ll be arrested. Got it?”
Bear opened his mouth to speak. Paused a moment. The cop stood only a few feet away. The man’s posture indicated that he greatly underestimated Bear, and Bear calculated the attack in his mind. He wasn’t sure that he could secure the cop’s weapon before the other officer could fire a shot.
“Yeah,” Bear said. “I got it. Now get the hell off my property.”
* * *
Larsen arrived an hour later.
“Nice of you to show up,” Bear said as he opened the door.
“I was here,” Larsen said from the edge of the porch. “I saw the patrol car, though.”
Bear stepped outside.
“Who were those jackwagons?”
“Miller and Stevenson.”
“Are they on your side?”
Larsen shook his head. He pushed past Bear and walked around the room. He checked in all the same places the cop had earlier.
“What’re you looking for?” Bear asked.
“Maybe we should go back outside then. I got questions for you.”
Larsen took one last quick glance around the room and then walked outside. Bear followed.
“Tell me about your little girl,” Bear said.
Larsen leaned against a support post and reached inside his coat. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and inhaled deeply. After he blew the smoke out, he spoke.
“She died. Four months ago. Hit by a car.”
Bear waited for Larsen to continue. When the man didn’t say anything else, Bear prompted him for more information. “What happened to the driver?”
“It was a hit and run.”
“Were you there?”
Larsen nodded.
“Was it your fault she was in the street?”
Larsen shook his head.
“Did she just take off into the road?”
Larsen rubbed his jaw and thought for a moment.
“She was on the sidewalk. I was in the yard, raking leaves. I heard tires squeal. I turned and saw the car coming down the street. He was on the wrong side of the street. I dropped my shovel. Yelled at my daughter. She was sitting on the sidewalk with a bunch of, uh, sidewalk chalk I guess they call it. Drawing flowers or stars or something. She heard me and turned. Hopped to her feet. The car got closer. I took off in a sprint, but didn’t reach her in time. The car hopped the curb and hit her. Her little body…”
Bear knew the rest.
“Jesus, Larsen, I…”
Larsen looked up. His eyes had watered over. They were dark and angry.
“The cops that were here, they said you had an agenda. They also said your daughter’s death was your own fault.”
Larsen flicked his cigarette onto the lawn. It landed in a small patch of left over snow. He lit another.
“In a way, I guess so.”
“How’s that?”
“I got too close to Melikov. Brought too much heat. Refused his offer when confronted.”
“So you do have an agenda.”
Larsen nodded. “He’s a bad man. I’d want him taken out no matter what. The fact that he had my little girl killed only resolves me to pull the trigger myself.”
“So why haven’t you?”
Larsen crossed the porch and placed his hands on the wooden railing. “I’ve asked that question of myself so many times. I guess, I don’t know. I think it’s the badge, man. I need to catch him in the act to justify it. If I see the man who drove the car, I’d pull the trigger no matter what. But with Boris, I need something else.”
“You got a good enough look at him?”
“Yeah, I saw him. Haven’t seen him since, though.”
Bear said nothing. He felt and understood the man’s pain. They’d both been wronged by the same man and Bear decided that he would do whatever it took to avenge Larsen’s daughter and rescue Mandy.
“Our guy’s working tomorrow night. Some event, a gala, Boris is having. I think it’s our best chance.”
“You think we can just walk in there? Surely someone will notice you. Someone will remember me from the bank.”
“The event isn’t at his place. It’s in town.”
13
Jack and Jasmine brought Kenneth back to the hotel with them. A gun in the middle of his back was enough to keep him compliant. They handcuffed him to a chair. They had to wait for Frank to get a team to Atlanta to take over the interrogation. That would free Jack and Jasmine to pursue Chernov. The problem was that Frank couldn’t get anyone down till early the next morning. That meant another night of less than adequate amounts of sleep.
They took turns watching over the man. Two hours on, two off. Kenneth didn’t seem to mind being watched or the fact that he was handcuffed to an uncomfortable hotel room chair. He fell asleep shortly after ten p.m. and was still asleep at five a.m. when there was a knock at the door.
Jack stood and grabbed his pistol off the bureau. He crossed the room. He checked through the peephole and saw two men dressed in dark suits. He realized that he should have woken Jasmine and have her answer the door since she would recognize anyone that Frank sent.
Jack unlocked the door and opened it. He held his gun behind his back.
“Yeah?” he said.
“You Jack Noble?” one of the men asked.
Jack nodded. Two more people knew that he was alive.
“I’m Fegan, this is Reed.”
Fegan stood close to six feet tall and had dark well-groomed hair. He had an athletic build. Looked the part of a government agent. Reed, on the other hand, was shorter than average and about fifty pounds overweight. His thinning hair was wild and unbrushed and his face was covered in stubble. He held a cardboard tray with four cups of what Jack assumed was coffee.
“Come on in, guys,” Jack said.
He turned to lead them and saw that Jasmine had got up and was sitting in the chair he had occupied moments ago. He was a bit taken aback that he hadn’t noticed her moving in the background. Would he ever regain his edge?
“Morning Jasmine,” Fegan said.
She smiled and nodded.
Reed placed the cardboard tray on the table. “Help yourselves.” Then he looked at Kenneth and added, “Not you.” Reed laughed at his joke. No one else did.
Jack grabbed two cups. Handed one to Jasmine and kept the other for himself.
“So what’ll you do with him?” Jack asked.
“We’ve got a place to take him nearby,” Fegan said. “We’ll start with the info he gave you and then we’ll dig in. I see us becoming great friends over the course of the day. Ain’t that right?”
Jack watched as Fegan smiled at Kenneth. It was a cold smile that held a hint of evil. He recognized it and imagined he had held a smile like that a time or two himself.
Jasmine said, “Make sure you give us updates throughout the day. Anything he tells you, I want to know. He knows more than he let on, I’m sure of that.” She stared at Kenneth for a moment. “I don’t need much, guys. So no matter how trivial you think it is, you tell us.”
Fegan shifted his eyes from Kenneth to Jasmine. “You got it. Go ahead and uncuff him from the chair.”
Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He unlocked the handcuffs and removed them from Kenneth’s wrists. The man instinctively began to rub his wrists to stimulate feeling and blood flow. Reed pushed in front of Jack and placed a new set of handcuffs on the man.
“Come on, pretty boy,” Reed said as he grabbed Kenneth’s elbow and pulled him up from the chair.
Kenneth straightened his legs and arched his back. He looked at Jack and gave him a wink and a smile. “Nice working with you, Noble.”
Christ, three more people.
* * *
Jack and Jasmine remained in the room. They were waiting for Fegan to get back to them. Jack took it as an opportunity to catch up on his sleep.
He woke and looked toward the window. A thin beam of sunlight squeezed through a sliver of an opening between the heavy drapes and hit him in the eyes. He flinched and covered his face and sat up. Jasmine spoke on the phone, out of sight.
Jack stood up and walked over to the narrow hallway between the main portion of the room and the front door. Jasmine stood in the bathroom with her cell phone to her ear. She smiled at Jack and held a finger in the air.
“OK, Frank. Sounds good. I think we got what we need. Enough to make a move, that’s for sure.”
She covered the mouthpiece and spoke to Jack. “He cracked. Fast. Gave up everything. We got enough to go in. Fegan and—” She uncovered the mouthpiece and spoke to Frank. “Yeah, that sounds good. We’ll wait for them and then plan our next move.” She hung up the phone.
“What gives?” Jack said.
“Turns out our boy Kenneth was way more involved that we thought.”
“How so?”
“He’s Chernov’s second in command. This
is deep, Jack. Real deep.”
“How deep?”
“We don’t have a name yet, but Chernov reports to someone else here in the U.S. They have something in the works. From what Kenneth told our guys, they are planning a series of attacks and Chernov is responsible for coordinating everything on the East coast.”
“How much is everything?”
“From Boston to Miami.”
“We think this guy is credible?”
“Frank’s working on that. With the info Ken gave, Frank can do some checking with friends and see if there’s any intelligence to corroborate what Ken’s telling us.”
Jack walked back into the room. He pulled the drapes back and took a seat at the table. The sunlight felt warm on his skin, though he doubted it was as warm outside.
Jasmine grabbed the seat against the wall and dragged it over to the table. She sat down and said, “What’s on your mind, Jack?”
“It’s too easy.”
“How so?”
“It’s barely four hours and this guy gives everything up?”
She shrugged. “It’s not the first time, Jack. Reed and Fegan are good at what they do.” Jasmine’s phone rang and she answered it. “Reed, yeah, we’re ready to roll.” She stood and started toward the door.
Jack got up, grabbed his gun and his jacket. He followed Jasmine through the door and into the hall. She had a ten foot lead on him and he struggled to keep up with the conversation she was having. They reached the car and he got in on the driver’s side. Started the engine and waited for Jasmine to join him.
She pulled the door open and finished her conversation and then stepped in.
“Where to?” Jack asked.
Jasmine pulled up directions on the GPS. “We’re going to the interrogation house. It’s about fifteen miles from here. Shouldn’t change our overall distance from Chernov by much.”
Jack pulled the car out of the parking lot and followed the directions on the GPS. Jasmine caught him up on the conversation she just had with Fegan.
“They got it all, Jack. The power structure, locations of other cells, even some of the targets they are planning on hitting.”
“Why would he do that?”
“They made a few deals with him.”
“They wouldn’t make the kind of deals that would return that kind of information so soon.”