Judge And Jury Part 28

"My shoes." Remlikov snorted, at first with surprise, then with a roll of his eyes. He shifted on his b.u.m left leg. "My feet kill me." He shook his head. "Even now."

"You might think about a change of brand, if you plan to continue work."

"No more," he said, "I'm finished."

"Wise. You're a family man. Now, you have something for me?"

"You didn't finish." Remlikov continued to look at me. "Though I have the feeling I can take it from here. If you were able to identify my shoes, you must have seen some kind of security tape of what took place. To link that to me, my history, and find me here, that would take a lot of help. Resources. Governmental resources, I'm quite sure. Homeland Security? FBI?"

"Those are a lot of a.s.sumptions," I said with a deferential nod, "for a man who only has one one minute." minute."

"Not so high-tech also." Remlikov smiled. "I recognize you as the person who shot at us in the courthouse during our escape."

I took off my gla.s.ses. Now we were staring at each other face to face. "Paid good money for these suckers, too."

"But more important, I'm wondering why an American law enforcement agent in Haifa has to kidnap my son instead of breaking down my door with a warrant if he knew my whereabouts. And more to the point-for purely selfish reasons-how many other people you might be a.s.sociated with know as well."

"All good questions," I said, deciding to indulge him a few seconds longer. "And what have you come up with?"

"That you must somehow be a very desperate man. Or, at the very least, extremely pa.s.sionate in your work."

"Chat's over. Now you have to convince me why I should give you back your boy and not shoot you on the spot for what you did in New York."

A wistful smile creased Remlikov's lips. "Because I have something very valuable for you. Something that could get us both killed, and very probably will one day."

"And what if that isn't enough?" This man had done such horrible things. He deserved to die or at least to rot for the rest of his life in prison. An urge rose up in me, to take out my gun and do to him what he deserved-after he gave me what I needed.

Of course, he was probably thinking the same thing.

"Then, because you're not me." Remlikov shrugged. "How is that?"

I wanted to get this done with. Andie was probably dying with anxiety, wondering what was going on here. "Clock's on," I said.

"What you are looking for is in South America," he said. "Argentina, I believe. Or Chile. At the very bottom, near the tip. Cavello has a ranch there. Sheep, I think."

"Keep going," I prodded. I knew he was holding back.

"How do I know you will not turn my name over to the authorities the minute you have Cavello?"

"How do I I know you won't alert him as soon as you have your boy?" know you won't alert him as soon as you have your boy?"

We stood there facing each other, looking into each other's eyes. Remlikov smiled. "My son is a chess player. He has a natural gift for avoiding stalemates. But of course, you already know that."

"I don't play chess." I shrugged. "But I was thinking, since we both know something about the other that would be best not to get out, it would probably be a good thing if we never set eyes on each other again."

"I was thinking that, too." Remlikov nodded. "I believe it's near a town called Ushuaia. Close to the tip. The weather is not so good, I am told, but the isolation is worth every penny. Even the name name is telling." is telling."

He told me the name of Cavello's ranch. Hearing it, I smiled. I knew his information was true.

"Now, I think you have something for me. me." Remlikov put his sungla.s.ses back on, our business complete.

Chapter 102.

I TOOK OUT MY PHONE and pressed the Send b.u.t.ton. Andie answered quickly.

"You can bring him now."

I tried not to glance in any direction. I didn't want to alert anyone, Remlikov or a possible accomplice, as to how this was going to take place. My hands were moist, and sweat trickled down my collar. There was nothing to do but wait, and stare at each other.

"So, who was it, if I can ask?"

"Who was who? who?" I shrugged. I figured he was talking about Andie.

"Who was on that bus? The reason you want Cavello so bad?"

"Consider yourself lucky I don't kill you right here for what you've done."

"Interesting," he said, snorting. "I was thinking the very same thing about you."

I saw him rub the tips of his fingers. I knew this killer wouldn't just let me get away. I looked around. I needed cover. A group of young people were pa.s.sing by. I spotted two policemen, meandering our way.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw our white Ford pull up on Ben Gurion Street at one of the entrances to the park. Andie held there, just as I told her, waiting for my signal. I shot another glance at the policemen, my insurance.

"My son?" Remlikov pressed. "The minute is up, no?"

Chapter 103.

"I WANT YOU TO KNOW, Remlikov, if Cavello's not where you say he is, every law enforcement agency in the world is going to have your name and fingerprints. It's a hard way to raise a family."

"And you you should know, if there's as much as a scratch on my son, I'll be looking through employment rosters of the FBI for as long as it takes." should know, if there's as much as a scratch on my son, I'll be looking through employment rosters of the FBI for as long as it takes."

I raised my left arm. The signal.

The rear door of the car opened. I saw the boy emerge. Andie would've been pointing him toward us. He shielded his eyes through the waning sun.

Remlikov waved at him. "Pavel, over here!"

The boy started to run to him. The killer looked at me. Andie's car started up, then disappeared into traffic.

"I meant what I said, Remlikov. I wish I could shoot you dead," I said.

Then I cut around the statue-in front of the unsuspecting policemen. Without drawing any attention to myself, I started to jog, fast enough to put as much distance as I could between me and Remlikov.

I hunched into a stream of people heading for the upper terraces. The path was hilly and crowded. I didn't notice anyone following me.

I left the path and started up a small hill, using trees and low branches as cover. I spotted another exit down below. Allenby Street.

That's where I decided to head. Catch a cab. In minutes I'd meet Andie back at the hotel. We had what we needed. Within the hour, we'd be gone.

I never looked back until I'd zigzagged to the top of the knoll. When I did, Remlikov was kneeling with his arms held out. His son ran into his embrace. He peppered the boy's face with grateful kisses.

Then he looked up the hill in my direction. I didn't know if he could see me. Trees obstructed the view. But it felt like it.

For the first time in minutes, my heart rate finally started to calm. I had what I needed. Andie had gotten away safely. I knew where Cavello was.

I almost felt like cheering. We had pulled it off! We were winning this time.

Only then did I feel my neck roughly wrenched backward, and the knife blade digging deeply into my ribs.

"Sorry, mate, it doesn't quite work like that."

My blood froze.

"Now, I'm going to ask you this once," the voice said in a heavy South African accent, "and if you have any hope of living more than the next few seconds, you'll be telling me the answer. Who dropped off that kid?"

He dug the blade in deeper; the air gushed out of my lungs. I managed to get one look at him, and I knew I was in terrible trouble.

The hair that fell across his face was blond.

Chapter 104.

THE TRUTH WAS, I'd been in the FBI thirteen years and had been in a real dogfight only a couple of times. Those were more like takedowns, and not with some professionally trained killer twice my size who had me gagging in a choke hold, with a knife jammed into my ribs.

The guy's grip had me helpless. I couldn't scream. What good would that do? I could barely think. The blade edged into my rib cage so sharply, I wasn't sure if it wasn't already in my chest.

"I can break your neck cleanly, friend, and all you'll do is drift off into la-la land, which I recommend as the way to go. Or, I can play with you a bit."

Oh, Christ!

"Do yourself a favor, mate. Who was the woman in that car?"

A thought came to me. It was from some self-defense course I'd taken at the Bureau years ago. The natural urge in this situation is to struggle harder, to pull away, but to someone who is adept at crushing your windpipe in a second, it only tightens the choke.

Step into him, into him, I was told. Go with his momentum. So I figured, what the h.e.l.l? I wasn't giving up Andie. I was told. Go with his momentum. So I figured, what the h.e.l.l? I wasn't giving up Andie.

So I leaned my weight into Blondie. It threw him off, maybe a step. He didn't release me, just shuffled backward.

It freed my hand enough to reach inside my jacket. I groped for the grip of my Glock. I didn't know if I had it pointed toward him or me. Only that if I didn't fire quickly, it didn't much matter.

The blond killer sighed. "Your choice, a.s.shole."

I jerked the trigger. Once, twice! Once, twice! The recoil spun us both back, the closeness m.u.f.fling the sound. I didn't know if I'd hit something. Or whether it was him or me. But I didn't feel the knife. Or pain shooting through my abdomen. I pulled the trigger two more times. The recoil spun us both back, the closeness m.u.f.fling the sound. I didn't know if I'd hit something. Or whether it was him or me. But I didn't feel the knife. Or pain shooting through my abdomen. I pulled the trigger two more times.

"f.u.c.k!" The blond guy yelped and staggered backward. The blond guy yelped and staggered backward.

I spun away just as he lashed out savagely with the knife. I rolled on my torso and saw a b.l.o.o.d.y hole in his thigh, red oozing through his ripped jeans.

"Oh, you are f.u.c.king dead!" He looked down, glaring at me with an animal fury.

I still held the gun pointed at him. But I wasn't sure what to do. Now there was nothing to m.u.f.fle the sound. A group of people was headed toward us. I was an FBI agent, not a cold-blooded killer. But even as FBI, I was toast. I'd be explaining what I was doing here for the rest of my life. From an Israeli jail cell!

"Turn around," I yelled at him. "Open your jacket."

The blond guy eyed the people coming toward us. He slowly opened his jacket. "What are you going to do, mate? Shoot me?"

He had to be armed, but I didn't see a gun. Even worse, these people were coming closer and I was brandishing one. He didn't know who I was. He didn't know where Andie and I were staying. What he did did know was that if I hadn't already put a bullet through his head, with all these people coming close, I probably wasn't about to now. know was that if I hadn't already put a bullet through his head, with all these people coming close, I probably wasn't about to now.

"Start walking." I pointed the gun. "Back down the hill. Walk!"

Chapter 105.

BLONDIE OBLIGED ME, but slowly, angrily. He cast a cold eye at the approaching crowd, blood oozing from his thigh. I hadn't killed him, and he saw things were working to his advantage now. The a.s.shole had me gauged perfectly.

"Tell Remlikov all bets are off if I don't find what I'm looking for." I started to back away.

There was an entrance to Ben Gurion Street maybe a hundred yards below. People were streaming through the gates by the dozens. I figured that in a crowd, even he wouldn't shoot. I could outrun him. All I had to do was make it that far.

I took off, darting through hedges and trees as cover. I glanced around to see him scamper up the knoll, remove a gun from the back of his jeans, then straighten into a shooter's crouch.

I didn't hear a sound, but a bullet whizzed past my ear, thudding into the trunk of a nearby tree.

He started after me. It was freaky. It was freaky. The guy had a .40-caliber bullet lodged in his thigh, and it wasn't stopping him a bit. The guy had a .40-caliber bullet lodged in his thigh, and it wasn't stopping him a bit.

I was no longer backpedaling. I ran down to the entrance that led onto Ben Gurion, a busy thoroughfare, where I figured maybe I could lose him. All I had to do was find a cab and make it back to the hotel. That's all!