“What else?”
“We may not have a lot of warning when Pu takes off, so I’d stay alert.”
She gave him a glum look. “Really. Stay alert. I’ll try to do that. But until you have my list in hand, I can’t go anywhere, unless you’re thinking I should go into the jungle with only a KA-BAR and a smile.”
“Point taken. It will be my top priority. In fact…” He flipped out his phone and typed in the list, pausing occasionally to take a bite of lasagna. “…There. By the time I get back to my office, I’ll have a line on all of it.”
When she’d eaten half of her uninspiring meal, she pushed back from the table.
“I’m going. Thanks for lunch. I’ll contact Arthur.”
“How will I get in touch with you?”
“I’ll call you at five. Let’s hope that Pu stays put one more night.”
Chapter 19
“Forget it. I’m not going to do it. That wasn’t our deal.” Jet’s voice was quiet, and yet had an edge to it. She peered absently around the internet café from her position in the glass internet phone booth.
“I’m afraid that circumstances have changed. This isn’t negotiable. Rob will accompany you and assist in whatever way you need, but he is going with you,” Arthur said.
“What part of ‘no’ are you having trouble with?” She could hear his breath coming in harsh rasps on the other end of the line.
“What part of ‘you’ll do as you’re told or never see your daughter again’ are you unclear about?”
Jet seethed. She’d been expecting this, waiting for it, but it still took all of her willpower to keep from hanging up and jumping on the first plane to the United States to hunt him down and kill him.
“We have a problem, Arthur. You’re breaking your word. That makes me think you’ll also break your word when the time comes to give me Hannah. I guess we could call this a crisis of confidence. And you really don’t want a crisis of confidence.”
“Look. I heard all about your run-in with the gunmen. I also know that it was Rob’s quick thinking – his decision to split up when you wanted to stay together – that was largely responsible for both of you getting away.”
“Ha! Is that what he told you? Please. I suppose it escaped you that I single-handedly dealt with both of the remaining shooters and the driver without big strong Rob to keep me from breaking a nail.”
“Be that as it may, you are both going to go into the jungle and bring me the target’s head. Do that and you will get your daughter back. There’s an easy way and a hard way to do this. I would strongly suggest you do it the easy way.”
“No. I’m not going to play ball any more. This is over now. I’ll figure out how to get my daughter back without you. I hope you sleep with one eye open because you’re going to need to,” she said, prepared to hang up.
“Stupid mistake. I’ll have you on every Interpol terminal in the world within five minutes. You want to play with me? Get ready to spend the rest of your short life in some hellhole of a jail being serial raped by the guards. While your daughter grows up never knowing you – maybe develops a drug problem, runs away, winds up working the streets. Push me and I’ll make it happen. Think I won’t? Try me.”
Jet took a few beats to slow down her racing thoughts. There were other ways of handling the situation besides going to war with Arthur. She’d believed he would back down, but he hadn’t, and now she was at the brink. Not a place she wanted to be.
“If you want the diamonds back and the target terminated, you’ll do it my way,” she said.
Arthur’s tone softened perceptibly. “I am doing it your way. Only you’ll have Rob with you. Look, you can use him to carry the gear for all I care. But take him. He may even prove helpful with the locals once you’re in the brush. Last time I checked, your Thai wasn’t going to win any awards.”
She realized that she had no negotiating power if he was willing to throw her under the bus to win a power struggle. Her strategy had depended upon him wanting the diamonds back more than he wanted to get his way. She’d just gotten an important lesson in how his mind worked.
“Fine. But you’re to instruct him that he answers to me, and that means if I tell him to do something, it’s an order. I don’t need someone who disobeys me whenever he thinks his opinion is superior. He did that when he split up, and that’s a dangerous trait. I won’t tolerate it. I’ll shoot him myself if he does it again. Do you read me?” she fumed.
“I do, and I’ll convey the message. Remember that he’s an experienced field operative in his own right. A lot of experience.”
“So were the two teams you sent in before me, right? They’re dead. Forgive me if I’m not bowled over by that hit rate.”
“Touché.”
“You sucked me into this because you need my expertise. If you thought you could have used your own people successfully, you would have. So don’t hamstring me with dead weight. I’m playing this to win. And I mean what I say about shooting him myself.”
“I understand.” Arthur paused, and she heard what passed for his lips smacking. “Then we have an agreement?”
“We do. But I want to reiterate what I said earlier. If you try to screw me, I will hunt you down. Nothing in the world will save you. I hope you believe me.”
“Oh, I do. Believe me I do.”
“I’ll call Rob after I call Edgar,” Jet concluded, then punched the off button and exited the booth, returning to the front counter of the internet café to pay for her time. She didn’t want to chance using cell phones to call him. She knew how easily a cell could be triangulated over a period of more than a minute. A cell would be fine with a calling card for short duration calls to Rob or Edgar, but she wasn’t going to chance it with Arthur. She didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him.
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The sidewalks were filled with office workers going home for the evening as Edgar waited for Jet in his car in a parking lot near Nana. She’d called at five, as agreed, and they had arranged a meet for six-thirty, so she could get her kit. Street vendors held baskets of food aloft to the teeming multitudes, offering delicacies such as snake and fried, seasoned beetle – all for a nominal amount.
Jet’s knock on the passenger-side window caused him to start. He unlocked the door.
“Nice ride,” she said, surveying the nine-year-old Kia sedan’s fading interior as she slipped into the seat next to him. “Drive.”
“Where?”
“To the park. I’ll keep an eye out for any tail. I didn’t see any watchers on approach, but let’s be sure, shall we?”
Edgar eased out of the stall and paid the attendant, then pulled into the gridlocked traffic, the little Kia’s motor threatening to stall as he mistimed the clutch. The taxi he cut off honked a short, percussive toot. Edgar waved and shrugged. Jet studied him with a doubtful smirk, then resumed her watch in the side mirror. If someone had them under surveillance, they would have had their work cut out, unless they were doing so on foot.
Five minutes later, they’d advanced one block.
“We could probably crawl faster than we’ll get there in the car,” Edgar complained.
“Maybe so, but I have my reasons. Did you get everything?”
“Yes. It’s all in a duffle in the trunk. I have to admit that two of the items raised eyebrows. We don’t see a lot of call for those. Anyway, we had to go with the P90. I couldn’t get my hands on the MTAR in time. But I have one coming, by tomorrow, if he’s still around.”
“Big if.”
“I know.”
“Any more word on that?”
“Nothing new. He’s still at the condo as of now.”
“I’ll need a car when he bolts. And I might not have much time. Can you get me one that’s clean?”
“I already have one waiting.”
“No tracker on it – or in any of this gear, right?”
“Correct. Sort of would defeat the purpose at this point.”
She fiddl
ed with the air-conditioning vent, pointing it at her face.
“Arthur convinced me to give Rob a chance. Tell him I’ll be calling him within the next few hours on his cell. Did he get his chip removed?”
“After we had our chat. He’s clean now. Although I think it’s more likely that they tracked one of your phones than the chip. By the way, I have Rob’s, along with yours. We had one of our assets on the police force go and collect it at the doctor’s. I presume you’ll want it in the car with Rob?”
“Correct. That way anyone tracking us will think we’re following Pu, which I think they probably expect at this point if the attack came from them. I would bet money they’re tracking the chips. If my instinct’s right, the other teams were dead before they ever left Bangkok.”
“I still don’t think they are, but this is your show.”
“That’s right. It is,” she said and left it at that.
They crawled along, tuk tuks and motorcycles roaring past them like swarms of metal locusts, vendors darting in and out of the endless rows of cars with every imaginable type of merchandise. The streets had converted into a giant moving market, which she found somehow fitting. She watched for any surveillance for another ten minutes and, finally satisfied that they were clean, patted Edgar’s leg.
“Pop the trunk. I’m going to walk.”
“What? Right here?”
“Yes. Pop it now. I’ll get in touch soon.”
With that, she opened the door and stepped out into traffic, quickly rounding the fender and pulling the black duffle bag out of the trunk. She slammed the lid closed and, without looking back, darted between a delivery truck and a taxi, then veered around a motor scooter, and was gone.
Chapter 20
“Happy to see me?” Rob asked.
“Ecstatic.”
He motioned to the duffle. “You have everything in that?”
“Yup. Let’s roll.”
It was two a.m., and they’d gotten word from the surveillance team that Pu had departed his club half an hour earlier, but instead of returning home, the car had headed north. Rob had picked her up near Nana and was haring up the expressway, trying to catch up. The signal had slowed near Don Muang airport, and they were closing the distance when Rob’s phone rang. Edgar told them that the car signal had returned to downtown, but the watch signal was now headed north again.
“How long until you’re at the airport?” Edgar asked.
“Five minutes,” Rob replied.
“He’s on highway one headed north. I instructed the surveillance car to stick with him until he either stops or you catch up to them. If you’re five minutes from the airport, they’re still around fifteen miles ahead of you, so I’d put my foot into it,” Edgar advised. “They’ll hand off the tracker once you’re close to them. They’re in a white Jetta with a frog decal on the back bumper.” He gave them the license number.
“All right. I’m signing off. I’ll call you once we’re in sight.”
The speedometer climbed until they were doing ninety miles per hour, racing along the nearly deserted freeway into the hinterlands. After they had passed the airport, the lights of Bangkok faded in the rearview mirror, replaced by the haphazard illumination of the smaller towns and convenience stops along the freeway.
An hour later, they saw the Jetta as they were approaching Ban It. Rob called Edgar, who instructed them to pull off at the next exit and do the swap.
The handoff took seconds, and soon they were back on the road, the signal blinking bright on the handheld tracker Edgar had arranged for them.
“Looks like he’s about a mile and a half ahead,” Jet said. “I’d get to within a mile of him then settle in for the duration.”
“This is going to be a long night. The last team tailed him all the way to the Myanmar border before he crossed over and ditched the car. That’s many, many hours of driving.”
“Want to bet he’s not driving himself?”
“I think that’s a given.”
“Why wouldn’t he fly?” Jet asked.
“Good question. Best we could tell, he doesn’t want any record of his coming and going. Even a private plane would create a record, these days. It isn’t like it was ten years ago. Automation isn’t the smuggler’s friend.”
“And yet he didn’t have any problems getting Lawan to Bangkok, so it can’t be that foolproof,” she said.
“I didn’t say it was perfect. I said it was harder than it used to be. Anyway, that’s my guess. Or maybe he’s afraid of planes. Who knows?”
“No point in speculating.”
Rob nodded. “True. What do you think the chances are they try to hit us on the road?”
“Nil. Why would they, when as far as they know, we’re coming right to them? Assuming it was this group that was after us, I’d wait until we were on their turf. Wouldn’t you?”
“Sure, but what do you mean assuming it was them? Who else would it be?”
“I don’t know. I just know something about all of this isn’t adding up,” she said, then sank into silence for a minute. “How rested are you?”
“I’m fine. If he’s going to drive straight through, we should switch off in around six hours. I can easily make it till then,” Rob assured her.
“Then you take the first shift.” Jet adjusted her seat into a fully reclined position and closed her eyes.
When she awoke, they were at a fuel stop in Mueng Tak. The warm light of morning was beaming through the windshield. She looked at her watch.
“Eight thirty?” Jet asked.
“Yes. They stopped a quarter mile away. Probably grabbing something to eat.”
“Sounds like a good idea.”
“How about an energy bar and some fruit juice?”
“You read my mind. I’ll take over driving now. How far are we from the border?”
“Eight hours. The roads will get more squirrely the farther north we go,” Rob warned.
“So we’ll get there before dusk?”
“We should.”
“Sounds like someone is hoping to make a night crossing.”
“How unexpected.”
“What if he has an ATV waiting for him somewhere in the jungle? I think you need to call Edgar and arrange for something, just in case.”
“Already ahead of you,” Rob said. “We’ve got two horses waiting for us at Mae Sai. They can have them wherever we need them if we give them enough lead time.”
“Sounds like you’ve thought of everything. That scares me,” Jet muttered.
Rob smiled. “Occasionally we can do something right, as hard as that is for you to believe.”
“Yeah. Like bury your dead.”
She walked around to the driver’s side and got behind the wheel, then reached over and unwrapped an energy bar while Rob paid for the gas and got their drinks.
The road became curvier as they proceeded north, and Rob had a hard time resting as they swung around the turns. The day ground on inexorably, and at three o’clock, they switched again.
At six, the red dot slowed four miles south of Mae Sai, the border town that was the major crossing point into Myanmar, and then came to a stop.
“What’s he doing?”
“Looks like he’s stopping.”
“Why?”
“Probably plans to cross into Myanmar over in the hills. There are temples and dirt roads up there, and the patrols are lackadaisical, to say the least. What do you want to bet some army troops are paid to be anywhere but there when he crosses?”
“Makes sense. I guess we’ll find out soon enough whether he’s got an ATV or a horse, or if he’s going to do it on foot.”
“From what I know about this area, it will be a horse. The mountains here are nearly impassible in large sections. Think very low tech. But what puzzles me is that this isn’t really very close to where we lost our teams. It was a lot further north, in the jungles surrounding the Me Kong river. This is still jungle, but more hill tribe country.”
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bsp; “Are there any roads?”
“Not really.”
“Maybe there’s your answer. Not a bad place to disappear, I’d guess.”
Pu’s red dot stayed stationary until it got dark. Rob’s cell had no reception, so he called Edward using the satellite phone and gave him their position. Edward called them back five minutes later and told them that he would have the horses there within an hour.
“Looks like it’s going to be a long one,” Rob observed.
Jet ignored him, thinking through their next step. She didn’t like that he seemed chatty. That didn’t bode well. A talkative assassin was one with dim survival prospects. He apparently took the hint, got out of the car and busied himself with his gear, preparing for the night to come.
An old farm truck arrived, towing an ancient trailer with a makeshift railing that had two medium-sized horses, already saddled, tethered to it. Rob handled the discussion with the tiny man, who jumped from behind the wheel to get the horses unloaded. Jet continued watching the glowing dot, two miles north of them. Pu was waiting for nightfall. She handed Rob the baggie containing the two GPS chips and murmured terse instructions, which he repeated to the old man in Thai. The man nodded and put the chips in his shirt pocket before climbing back into the truck and pulling away. He would toss them into the backs of two different trucks as he drove back through town, so anyone tracking them would think they had separated and were looking for Pu, having lost his trail. Anyone watching would be expecting visual surveillance, not a tracking device in Pu’s watch. All the better to lead them on a goose chase, at least for a little while.
Fog rolled over the mountains as the sun sank into the hills, and before long they were enshrouded in an eerie netherworld, blanketed in white, unable to see more than fifty yards. At eight o’clock, the dot on their tracking device began moving.
Jet leapt to her feet. “We’re on. He’s mobile.”
“Let’s watch his speed. That will tell us everything we need to know,” Rob suggested.
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