The Good Soldier (15 page)

She tucked her bottom lip inside her mouth and let it slowly roll back out from under her front teeth.

"Is that all that needs fixing?"

I leaned in and kissed her again. "I want to fix us, too."

She smiled.

"I'm done after this. Done with the Marines, the agency, the life." I turned around and walked to the door. Stopped and looked back at her. "I want to come home to you."

* * *

"Where have you been?" I said to Bear when he opened the door and stepped back into the room.

"Relax," he said. "Just checking things out."

"How is it?"

"Seems calm," he said. "But the cops are everywhere, up and down the street, Jack. We should think about getting out of here."

I went to the door. "I'm calling Abbot."

The wind had picked up since I ran back to the motel. The tall grasses behind the motel rustled in the breeze, filling the air with a hissing sound. I followed the wall to a corner and peeked around. Empty. Moved into the corridor between the buildings so I could get a look at the parking lot, which was empty as well. I pulled out my cell phone and found Abbot's number. He answered midway through the third ring.

"Hello?" Abbot said. His raspy voice indicated I'd woken him.

"It's Jack," I said. "I'm sorry to wake you. We're in trouble."

"Where are you?"

"We're-" I debated whether or not I should tell him. I didn't. "Don't worry about that," I said. "We've got to move. But I need to run something by you first."

He grunted into the phone. "Where are my damn glasses," he said under his breath. "Jack, you remember the lake house?"

"Outside Wilson?"

"Yeah."

"I think I can find it."

Wilson, NC wasn't too far from where we were, just a short drive down I-95, not even thirty miles away.

"That's where I'm at now. Come out here. I've got something else for you."

"OK," I said. "We'll be there within an hour."

Abbot said goodbye and hung up.

I stuffed the phone back into my pocket. I stopped outside the motel room and leaned against the vinyl siding between the door and window. I thought about Jessie and what she might be thinking. Having her around felt like home, and I felt like myself again. The Jack Noble I was before I left for the Marines, before I agreed to become part of this damn joint program with the CIA, before I became a killer.

The wind whipped the clouds across the sky and revealed a blue canopy with pinholes of starlight illuminating through the fabric of the universe. I grew tired of the cold and entered the room.

"Well?" Bear asked.

"He's close by," I said. "We can go. It's a safe place."

Bear nodded and Jessie stood next to the door, her hand on the knob.

We piled into the Tahoe. I started the ignition and drove along the narrow road that ran the length of the motel in between the building and the empty field. I rounded the corner and drove across the main parking lot. Pulled out onto the road and headed toward I-95.

"You think it's safe to get on the interstate?" Bear asked.

I shrugged. It might not be, but that was the quickest way that I knew to get where we needed to go. "We'll be all right."

A row of blue lights came streaming toward us in the opposite lane. I turned my attention to the rear-view mirror after they passed by.

"Think they're going to the motel?" Bear asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"How?"

"No clue."

My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pocket and glanced at the display.

"General Keller."

I started to answer, but stopped and looked at Bear. Keller would have to wait.

"The phone."

We said it at the same time.

"For Christ's sake," I said.

I stopped the car, stepped out and threw the phone as far as I could. It landed on the other side of the overpass with a thud, skidding along the asphalt and coming to rest out of sight.

Tall trees wrapped around Abbot's lake house on all four sides. A winding gravel driveway and a simple path to the lake provided the only break in the ring. The trees kept the wind out. Despite the cool air, sweat formed on my brow as I stood on the porch and knocked on the door.

The porch light flicked on and the door opened. Abbot nodded and stepped back, waving us inside.

I scanned the room. Not much different from the last time I was here. Two full-sized dark leather couches were placed in the middle of the room and faced each other. A table made from the wide trunk of a tree was placed in between the couches. An old recliner nestled up to the corner of the room. A big flat panel TV hung from the wall. That was new.

Abbot caught me staring at the TV. "That was a gift. Once everyone found out, they all wanted to come up here on Sundays to watch the game." He smiled and shook his head. "Can I get you all anything? Food? Drink?"

"I'll have a beer," Bear said. "No denying that I need one."

Abbot disappeared through an opening to the kitchen.

Bear and Jessie sat on opposite couches. I stood by the front door.

Abbot returned a few minutes later carrying a six pack of beer and a pizza box. Smoke escaped where cardboard edges met. The smell of cheese and tomatoes and dough lingered in the air. He set the beer and the pizza box on the tree trunk table. Then he opened the box and gestured toward it.

"It got here a few minutes before you three. Eat what you want." He sat down on the same couch as Jessie, leaning back into the corner and placing his feet on the table. "I've got two spare rooms. Divvy them up how you see fit." His eyes shifted from me to Jessie, then back to me. He smiled.

Jessie looked over at me and smiled as well.

"Don't know how much I can sleep," I said. "Once all this is over I'm probably going to spend a week in bed."

Bear laughed. Through a mouthful of pizza he said, "You speak the truth, Jack."

Abbot smiled through tightly drawn lips. He crossed and uncrossed his arms. His facial expressions changed often, and he drew his brows tight over his eyes while his lips pressed together. I caught him looking at me several times, and instead of keeping eye contact, he'd look away.

"We need to talk," I said.

Abbot nodded and set his feet on the floor. He put a hand down on the arm of the couch and pushed himself up.

"Follow me to my study."

Bear dropped half a piece of pizza in the box and leaned forward to get up.

"Stay out here," I said as I held my hand out toward him. "Stay with Jess."

Bear shrugged, grabbed his pizza and leaned back on the couch.

I followed Abbot out of the room and down a hallway. We said nothing. When we came to a set of six stairs, he turned and climbed them. I did the same. He reached the top and flicked on a light.

"Room's new," I said.

"Yeah," he said. "Built it last year. My study." He shuffled some papers on his antique cherry wood desk. "Clarissa calls it my grandpa room," he added.

"Is that right," I said. "She has a kid now?"

He shook his head and looked down at his desk over his arms folded across his chest. He then leaned back in his leather chair.

"No, and I prefer she keep it that way. That girl has no business raising a child at this point in her life. Not after being raised by me."

"How old is she now?"

"Nineteen."

I pulled the key attached to the carbineer clip from my pocket and tossed it on his desk.

"That's what I got from your contact."

He pulled open a desk drawer and reached in.

I fought the urge to reach for my gun.

He lifted his eyes in my direction while keeping his face pointing down.

"Just getting my glasses, Jack."

I nodded and sat back in my chair.

He pulled a thin pair of gold rimmed glasses from the desk drawer and put them on. They slid down his nose and he readjusted them with his thumb. The key sat on a white notepad. He picked it up and studied it.

"What's it for?" he asked.

"Don't know. Bullet ripped through his head before he could tell me." I leaned forward, interlaced my fingers and rested my elbows on my knees. "I was hoping you would know."

Abbot shook his head and tossed the key back toward me. "What do you think it unlocks?"

"Whatever is holding the documents? Look, Abbot, I don't know what these documents contain, but it must be some heavy stuff for someone to take out Delaney like that. Not to mention follow me all the way down here."

Abbot lifted an eyebrow. "They found you down here?"

I shook my head, stopped and shrugged my shoulders. "I can't be sure. I went out. Ran into some rednecks. One of them struck me as odd. The way he placed me as a Marine, and said he was untouchable."

Abbot's eyes narrowed. He pulled out his cell phone and placed it on the desk.

"That's another thing," I said. "I am pretty sure they were tracking me through my phone."

He sat up. "You didn't bring it here, did you?"

"No. I jettisoned it before we got back on the interstate."

Abbot picked up the phone and spun it in his palm. "I need you to wait outside the room for a few minutes, Jack. I need to make a call."

I stood up. "Before I go…"

"Yeah?"

"You talk to Keller yet? He finally called me back, but that was when I realized they were tracking through the phone."

"No, I haven't heard from him yet. We can call him after I make this call."

* * *

I waited in the hallway, halfway between Abbot's study and the living room. Bear and Jessie talked quietly in between bites of pizza and swigs of beer. The heat cut off and the house fell still. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I felt calm and relaxed. For the first time in days I felt like I could lie down on the floor and sleep for six hours straight.

I paced the hall. Smiled at Bear from the end and turned back and walked the other direction. A series of pictures in a single frame hung neatly in the middle of the hall. Most were of Abbot's daughter, Clarissa. The pictures were a chronology of her growing up. It had been five years since I last saw her, and she had been a gangly young teenager then. Half the pictures were from then or before. The last picture looked to be the most recent, and she appeared to be quite grown up now. Her bright red hair had darkened and the freckles on her cheeks and nose faded.

Bear called from the other room. I walked down the hall toward the sound of his voice. Thirty seconds after I stepped into the living room I heard a crash and the sound of glass breaking. I froze in place for what seemed like minutes. I turned to run down the hall. A gunshot rang out and echoed down through the house.

"Get her away from the windows," I shouted to Bear.

I raced down the hallway, drew my gun and kicked open the door to the study. Immediately I rolled to my right and backed up to the wall next to the open doorway. I led with my Beretta and peeked around the corner, up the stairs.

"Abbot," I called.

He said nothing. It was quiet and a cool breeze flowed through the open doorway.

I took each step slowly, one at a time. Once eye level to the floor, I scanned the room. The only person I saw was Abbot. He was on the floor in front of his desk. I looked to the wall and saw the broken window. A jagged hole in the middle told me that the gunman had most likely stood outside the window, jammed his gun through and fired. How long had he been waiting out there for the perfect shot? Was he there when I was in the room, my back to the window? I ran my hand over the back of my head.

Abbot lay on the floor. His eyes fluttered. His breaths were short and rapid. Blood pooled below him, leaking from a hole in his chest.

"Jessie," I called down the stairway and through the open doorway.

I walked over to the window. A risky move, given that it was pitch black outside and light inside. Whoever did this didn't stay around, though. They would have stormed the house if they were after me. I had the feeling that this was a hit on Abbot.

And it was my fault.

Bear and Jessie entered the room.

"Cut the lights downstairs and turn on whatever outside lights you can find, Bear."

Jessie hunched over Abbot, applying pressure to the wound. "Call 9-1-1."

I walked back to Abbot, dropped to my knees next to his head.

He sucked in air, his head bobbing an inch, and tried to speak. His mouth worked hard to form the words.

"Jack."

I leaned in close to his head.

He took two short gasps.

"F-F-Find C-Clarissa." He paused for more air. "Watch over her for…" The words trailed off.

I took his hand in mind and cradled his head with my other hand. "I will, Colonel."

"Th-the desk."

His body went slack.

"Help me perform CPR," Jessie said.

I stood, looked around the room and then at the desk.

"Jack," she said.

"There's no point, Jess. Look at him."

She ignored me and went to work trying to revive Abbot. The words "lost cause" meant nothing to her.

I stepped over her and moved to the back of the room and stopped and stood behind Abbot's desk. What did he want me to find there? I went through each drawer one at a time not knowing what to look for. The drawers were organized, each having its own purpose. One had pens, markers, paper clips and other office supplies. Two were empty. The third contained a few file folders housing documents pertaining to the property. There was no actual file cabinet. The house served as Abbot's weekend home and he likely did very little in terms of work while here.

My eyes scanned the desktop. Back and forth I looked for anything that wasn't there when I sat across the desk from Abbot. Nothing seemed out of ordinary. There was his computer monitor, an award of some sort, his desk calendar, and a picture of Abbot and Clarissa when she was a little girl. He held two fishing poles and she held up a nice sized largemouth bass.

Jessie rose from the other side of the desk. Her blood covered hands hung by her side. Tear stained cheeks were red with frustration. She shook her head and looked down at the floor. She blew upwards to get a strand of hair out of her face.