Pursuit of Honor Part 16

Hakim didn't know if he should laugh or cry. "How could you be lost? Where is the GPS device?"

Ahmed did not answer. From behind, Karim announced in a quiet but noticeably angry voice, "It was left in the house."

Hakim looked up at the ceiling and laughed silently. He had taken so many precautions. How could they have screwed it up? He wasn't worried for a second that they would remain lost. He had driven all over this part of America. He had spent more nights than he could ever recall sitting in lonely roadside motels poring over maps, so many that he imagined he could win nearly any geography compet.i.tion in the country. "What time is it?"

Ahmed looked at his watch. "Almost five in the evening."

"When did we leave the farm?"

"Around nine." Ahmed added, "I think."

"It was eight-forty-seven," Karim announced with confidence.

"Do you know what state we are in?"

Ahmed sheepishly said, "I thought I knew, but now I am not sure."

Hakim was dumbstruck. The states in the middle of America were huge. "How can that be?"

"The river," he said as if that would explain everything. "It turns like a snake."

Now Hakim understood the confusion. The Mississippi River acted as a state line for almost all of its twenty-three hundred miles. The RV had two gas tanks, which Karim knew held seventy-five gallons. He also knew the tanks were full because he had topped them off with the reserves he had stashed at the farm. If they'd been on the federal interstate highway system and had driven at the posted speeds they could have traveled as far as seven hundred miles without refueling. That was almost ten hours of driving, and they had been on the road just eight. "How much fuel do we have left?"

"We are low."

"How low?"

"Barely above empty."

Hakim was. .h.i.t by a pang of fear. How could that be? He had gone over the escape plans with both men. He had drilled it into their thick heads that if anything should happen to him, they should follow one of two escape plans, either to Chicago or Houston, and stick with whichever one they chose. Both involved getting on the interstate and blending in, getting as far away as possible, as quickly as possible, with the least chance of something going wrong. Like getting lost. "What happened to the escape routes I gave you? They were simple to follow. Even without the GPS."

Ahmed made a gesture with his eyes as if he was looking over his shoulder while not wanting to turn his neck.

Hakim understood. "Karim, why did you not follow my plans?" He wished Ahmed would move so he could see the pained expression on Karim's face.

"I made a tactical decision. When I looked at recent developments I decided we must adapt."

"And how did that work for you . . . deviating from the plan?" Hakim asked, not caring if he upset him again.

After a long pause, Karim said, "I do not need your help. I can figure this out without you."

"Is that why we are stopped? We should be halfway to Houston or safely parked under a bridge in Chicago if that were the case. You chose to ignore all of my hard work and once again, look where it has gotten you."

"Ahmed, move!" Karim ordered.

The big man got up and walked to the front of the RV.

Karim gave his old friend a long, hard look and said, "I will not hesitate to beat you again. I do not have the time or the patience to deal with your hurt feelings."

"And I no longer have the time or inclination to condone your arrogance and stupidity."

Anger flashed across Karim's face. He pulled back his untucked shirt, showing the handle of a pistol.

Hakim smiled, his once-perfect set of teeth now ruined. "You talk of mission and faith and doing what is best for the jihad, but you can't humble yourself for even a second."

"I am your commander. It is not my place to humble myself before you."

Hakim said, "Who gave you the rank of commander?"

Karim started to draw the gun.

"You gave it to yourself. I was never part of your little group that you trained in the jungle. You may have deluded yourself into thinking that I was, but deep down in your heart you know I am speaking the truth."

"I am sick of all your talking," Karim shouted as he stood.

Hakim remained calm. "And you think that justifies killing me."

"On the battlefield it certainly does. Discipline must be kept."

Hakim started to laugh, but it hurt too much and quickly turned to coughing. He spat up some blood that dribbled down his chin. His face was so bruised and numb, though, that he didn't even feel it. He asked, "What would Allah think of this? You say that everything you do is to please Allah. How will your murdering me please Allah?"

Karim held on to the gun so tightly he began to shake. "Allah wants this mission to succeed. That is what will please him. You and all of your Western ways disgust him. Allah cares nothing for you. He would award me for ending your life and sending you to h.e.l.l."

"Now you claim to know what Allah thinks. I am truly in the presence of greatness. Maybe you could ask him where we are."

"I have heard enough." Karim raised his pistol and pointed it at Hakim.

From the front of the RV, Ahmed called, "Sir, please, may I have a word with you?"

Karim turned to find Ahmed standing ramrod straight, his hands at his sides, his chin pointed slightly up and his eyes looking straight ahead as if he was on the parade grounds waiting inspection. "What?"

"In private, please, sir."

Hakim lay there on the bed wondering briefly if he had lost his senses. Why provoke an unstable man who had killed and would gladly do it again rather than admit he was wrong? The answer, he guessed, was that he didn't care. He watched Karim hesitate and then yield to Ahmed's request. The two men stepped outside and closed the door, leaving Hakim alone in the RV wondering if he would have the courage to leave these two on their own. Let them fend for themselves. That would be poetic justice. Let the egomaniac rely on his inflated opinion of his own skills. He wouldn't last more than a few days.

Ahmed came back into the RV by himself and closed the door. He moved carefully to the back and sat on the edge of the bed. In a quiet tone he said, "I know this hasn't been easy for you. That jungle changed him. It changed all of us."

"That is no excuse."

"No, but it is a cause."

Hakim thought for the first time that Ahmed might not be as dimwitted as he seemed. "Be that as it may, he is not my commander."

"You may think that, but you will have a hard time convincing him."

"Then there is nothing to talk about."

Ahmed made a calming gesture with his hands. "I think you need some time away from each other."

"Please, by all means . . . drop me off at the next town."

Ahmed ignored him. Lowering his voice to a mere whisper he said, "I have offered to deal with you."

"Are you my superior officer now? We must keep the chain of command in place," Hakim said in a mocking tone.

"No. I want to save your life. I think you are a good man. And I think we need you. Please help us."

Hakim thought about it for a long moment and then said, "In the rear luggage compartment on this side," Hakim pointed over his head to the starboard side of the vehicle, "you will find a black Oakley backpack. Bring it to me."

Ahmed left and a minute later returned with the backpack. Karim came back into the RV and stood just behind Ahmed, his gun still in his hand. It occurred to Hakim that he was keeping an eye on him in case he drew his own weapon from the backpack. Instead he unzipped one of the pockets and withdrew a Garmin hand-held GPS device. He fumbled with the device for a second and then pressed the power b.u.t.ton. As the unit powered up, Hakim looked at Karim with his one squinty eye and said, "All you had to do was ask. I have a backup for nearly everything."

CHAPTER 34.

HAKIM held the small device in his bruised and battered hands, waiting for the inner workings to reach out to the nearest satellite, or mobile phone tower, or whatever it was that allowed it to be so precise. It took a total of forty seconds for the device to power up, run through a bunch of graphics, and deliver the information he was looking for. Hakim would have laughed, but the pain from his previous attempt was still fresh on his mind, so he kept his composure.

Squinting at Karim, he announced, "Congratulations, we are in Mexico!"

Karim frowned, "How can that be?"

"Mexico, Missouri." Hakim wanted to throw in a you idiot, you idiot, but knew it would likely elicit a further beating or maybe even a bullet. "It is a town west of St. Louis." but knew it would likely elicit a further beating or maybe even a bullet. "It is a town west of St. Louis."

"I knew we were near St. Louis."

Hakim didn't believe him. He looked at Ahmed and said, "There is a laptop in the bag. Would you please hand it to me." After he was given the laptop, he said, "And in the outer pocket, on the side, you will find a small USB device with Verizon printed on it. Please find it for me."

Hakim turned on the computer, and while he waited for Ahmed to give him the USB modem he asked Karim, "Do you have any idea where you have been?"

"Not precisely."

"I didn't ask precisely. I asked if you have any idea."

"I know we were in Illinois at one point."

"Several times," Ahmed said while he kept digging through the pockets. He came up with something and said, "It this it?"

"Yes." Hakim took it and stuck it into the USB port. "And what was wrong with the route I had laid out for you?"

Karim looked at his watch and said, "I did not want to be seen, so I decided to stay off the main roads."

The man was a stubborn idiot. "And you got lost. Did it ever occur to you that the big roads have more traffic? That it is easier to blend in?"

"And they have more police," Karim said boastfully. "That is why we got lost. I wanted to avoid St. Louis. Too many police and there was construction."

"You left the farm more than eight hours ago. If you had followed my plan you would already be in Oklahoma, and well on your way to Houston. Now you are barely in the next state."

"Everything is fine," Karim said dismissively.

"Three minutes ago you were lost."

"I knew we were near St. Louis."

Hakim didn't believe him. He glanced at the laptop screen and saw that he had a connection. He logged onto Google Maps and double-clicked on the middle of America. Using the track pad, he began to zero in on the area north of St. Louis. He eyed the distance between the Iowa farmhouse and Mexico, Missouri. "You have traveled approximately 150 miles in eight hours."

"That is a good distance."

Hakim realized the idiot was still thinking as if he were in the mountains of Afghanistan, where traveling twenty miles in a day was considered a huge success. "If you had trusted me, you would have traveled more than five hundred miles in that time."

"It does not matter. We are safe and we know where we are."

"Doesn't matter? Three Arab men in America's heartland. A town like Mexico is probably 90 percent Caucasian. The other ten percent is divided up between Hispanics, blacks, and some Asians. They have probably never seen an Arab before."

"It doesn't matter. No one will be looking for us in this part of the country."

"And when they find the father and son in the house?"

"It will be days before they find them," Karim said with confidence. "If they find them at all."

"I would be willing to bet that they have already found them."

Karim shook his head. "Not possible. We are fine. All we need to do is wait for nightfall and then fill up on fuel. With your device we will no longer be lost."

"Why wait until nightfall?"

"We only have cash and that means we must go into a store to pay. They will see our faces."

The man was an idiot. Hakim asked Ahmed for the backpack, and after digging through a pocket for a second he pulled out a small billfold. It had a Texas driver's license, cash, and a few other things. Hakim held up a credit card. "We can get gas now."

"Where did you get that?" Karim asked with derision. "How do I know it is safe?"

Rather than answer the question, Hakim began tapping away on the keyboard. A moment later he'd pulled up the website of the Iowa City Press Citizen. Iowa City Press Citizen. It was the closest big city to the farmhouse. He found what he was looking for at the very top. "Double homicide," he announced and turned the screen so Karim could see. "The bodies have already been discovered and it has been ruled a murder." It was the closest big city to the farmhouse. He found what he was looking for at the very top. "Double homicide," he announced and turned the screen so Karim could see. "The bodies have already been discovered and it has been ruled a murder."

"I don't believe you."

"You are a stubborn fool," Hakim said without pa.s.sion. "The Americans work fast. I'm sure somebody will recall seeing an RV driving away from the farm at about the time of the fire. The police will call other departments and ask them if they've seen an RV that fits this description. Before you know it they will receive dozens of calls that it was seen wandering back and forth between Illinois and Missouri for most of the day."

"You give them too much credit."

"And you obviously don't give them enough. They will alert all of the law enforcement in the region. It is standard procedure. Did you burn the barn down as well?"

Karim and Ahmed shared a quick look. Ahmed said, "We think so."

"You think so?"