by John Locke
“My pleasure.”
Kimberly enters her apartment, locks the door behind her, heads for the kitchen, sees the message light blinking. She presses the button, hears her father’s voice. She looks at the digital clock on the oven. 8:55 a.m. Which makes it 5:55 in Vegas.
She calls her father, gets his voice mail. Leaves a message. “You said to call anytime before nine. I stupidly assumed you’d wait till the last minute to hear from me. But no. It’s exactly 8:55, and you’re nowhere to be found. Thanks a lot!”
46.
Sam Case.
“Hello?”Sam says.
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” Doc Howard says.
“What are you talking about?”
They’re on the phone, Sam driving to the airport, Doc Howard, somewhere in Virginia.
“Do I really have to say it out loud?” Doc Howard says. “It’s vulgar.”
“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about you and Kimberly Creed.”
“What about us?”
“You’re forcing me to say it? Fine. You fucked her. Was it all you hoped it would be?”
“How did you know?”
“It’s my job to know.”
“Did you have someone following me?”
“Following and listening.”
“ How? We were in a hotel room, for crissakes!”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s time to start paying the piper. Get off at exit 24-B, turn right, drive a half-mile to the bowling alley. Park there, and I’ll call you back.”
“How will you know when I park?”
“I’ve got a tracking device on your car.”
“I’m trying to catch a plane.”
“I know all about the flight. You’ll have plenty of time to catch it.”
Sam clicks his phone off and sighs. From where he is, the drive to exit 24-B will take ten minutes, a sufficient amount of time to reflect on how he and Doc Howard became allies in Sam’s war against Donovan Creed.
47.
Six Weeks Earlier.
Six weeks ago, Doc Howard treated Sam for a nasty snakebite. Toward the end of the treatment, the two men sat down and had an interesting talk, during which Doc Howard said, “Apart from providing the snake that bit you, why do you hate Donovan Creed so much?”
Sam said, “He destroyed my life.”
“How so?”
“Why should I tell you? You work for the bastard!”
Doc Howard smiled. “You might be surprised how my path and yours can intersect to your benefit. Tell me more.”
“Creed stole my wife, put me out of business, and cheated my investors out of billions of dollars.”
“What type of investors?”
“I was hiding money for the world’s most dangerous people. Creed kidnapped my wife, Rachel, threatened to kill her if I didn’t give him the access codes to the funds. He wound up stealing every last cent, then he and Rachel revealed they’d been having an affair for six months. She’s been with him ever since.”
“They walked away and left you with nothing?”
“He cut me a check for a percentage of the take. As if that would compensate me for stealing Rachel and putting my life in jeopardy.”
“He’s your arch enemy,” Doc Howard said.
“Like Superman and Lex Luthor.”
“And you see yourself as the good guy.”
“Aren’t I?”
“Well, I think so, but what do I know? I’m an old man.”
“What do you know?” Sam said.
“I know Rachel carries the gene that can cure the Spanish Flu. I also know she’s been taken to Area B, at Mount Weather.”
“Wait,” Sam said. “ You know where Rachel is, but Creed doesn’t? How’s that possible?”
“It’s my job to know things.”
“Your job as a doctor?”
“I’m many things, including a physician. But let’s talk about you.”
“What about me?”
“From what I understand, you’re a computer genius.”
“So?”
“If you could find a way to get into Mount Weather, and work there, we could form an alliance that would benefit both of us.”
Sam said, “If you know about Rachel, you probably already know I’ve been selected to live and work in Area B. With Rachel.”
Doc Howard smiled.
Sam said, “If you have access to this type of information, how could I possibly help you?”
“I don’t have physical access to the facility.”
“Why not?”
“The President trusts me to perform surgery on him, but not to be near the pretty things hidden away in Area B.”
“You want me to steal government secrets for you?”
“I’m not sure what I want just yet. But I won’t ask anything of you that you can’t deliver.”
“And what would I get out of it?”
“Two things: first, I can deliver the sweetest revenge against Creed you could possibly imagine. Second, I can allow you to stay alive.”
“Tell me about the revenge part,” Sam said.
“You might find this hard to believe, but I’ve been communicating with Donovan Creed’s 20-year-old daughter, Kimberly, for nearly a year. Ever since he stopped having her followed.”
“So?”
“You’re a computer expert, Sam. I’m a mind control expert.”
“Go on.”
“I “met” her on a social media site and quickly talked her into giving me her phone number. I began calling her, probing her, learning her secrets.”
“Why would she talk to you? You’re old enough to be her grandfather.”
“She doesn’t know how old I am, but believes I’m old enough to be her father. I used a voice altering device. You probably think something like that would scare the average young lady, but as you may get the opportunity to learn, Kimberly is not your average young lady.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s inherited the killing gene from her father.”
“That’s possible?”
“Entirely. And I’ve hired someone to pose as Kimberly at her college, taking her classes, so she could be trained by professional assassins. At first she didn’t know they were assassins. She thought they were kickboxing champions and exercise experts who were getting her in shape. But after getting her in shape, they taught her how to fight, how to shoot, and lately they’ve taught her about poisons.”
“To what end?”
“To turn her into a paid assassin.”
Sam listened to all this with his mouth hanging open. “Does Creed know?”
“Of course not.”
“This is insane.”
“Why?”
“How can someone who’s never met the girl get her to start killing people based on a telephone relationship?”
“She actually killed a boy before I contacted her. So she had the raw talent and innate ability to begin with. The rest is mind control. And, of course, I believe she inherited the most important quality a contract killer can have.”
“What’s that?”
“A taste for killing.”
“You mean she likes it?”
“She’s a natural. Of course, there’s a very thin line between being a contract killer and a serial killer. If she’s not guided properly, Kimberly could easily go off the deep end.”
Sam was speechless.
“So anyway,” Doc Howard said, “I found her deepest, darkest secret, and moved forward from there.”
“What’s her secret?”
“I’ll tell you, if we work a deal.”
“I’m in.”
“You haven’t heard the deal.”
“Okay, tell me.”
“What you get is Kimberly. You won’t have complete control over her mind and body, but you’ll be well-positioned to influence her.”
“Influence her to do what?
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�Steal for you, kill for you, and possibly even sleep with you, if that’s your wish.”
“Turn Creed’s daughter into a killer and get her to fall in love with me? This is a joke, right? I bet Creed’s watching us right now on a monitor somewhere!”
Sam looked around the room.
“If you recall, the monitors in this room have been destroyed or removed. You’ll have your proof within minutes, if I get what I want. But let me address the idea of getting her to fall in love with you. I wouldn’t count on that happening. But you’re a hop, skip and a jump from being able to seduce her.”
“You said you can furnish proof?”
“I’ve made tapes of every conversation I’ve had with Kimberly. Hundreds of hours. I’ll turn those over to you, to study carefully over the next few weeks. I’ll sneak you onto some of our calls so you can get a real-time feel for the way I work her mind. When you’re ready, you can take over. In your real voice.”
“Won’t she know it’s not you?”
“No. You’ll have memorized our entire history of conversations. You’ll have me down cold.” He pauses. “But there is one issue you’ll have to get past.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve made her call me Daddy.”
“What? Why?”
“Part of the mind control. She craves her father’s love, so I’m transferring that emotion. She’s a very smart young lady. She knows I’m manipulating her. Which gives her the false sense she’s maintaining control in the relationship. But her weakness is logic. If you can make an extremely logical case for something, you can probably get her to do it.”
“I could make it sound logical to fall in love with me.”
“She’s twenty.”
“So?”
“Girls that age are biologically drawn to strong young men of a similar age. Love is not a logical act.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not saying it’s impossible to make her fall in love with you, but I doubt you can. Your age and your looks are acceptable, but not an advantage for a nice looking twenty-year-old, in my opinion. Killing and copulating are acts. They’re specific, physical acts that take place and are quickly ended. Love is an emotion. It’s a feeling you have, not an act you perform.”
“Example?”
“Do you ever play poker?”
“I’ve played a couple of times.”
“And Kimberly’s fallen in love a couple of times.”
“So?”
“Trying to get you to play poker with me at one o’clock this afternoon is an act. I might have to persist, but I could probably talk you into playing a few games of poker with me today, or some other day. But trying to talk you into become a professional poker player today is too much to shoot for. Do you understand?”
“Getting her to fuck me is easier than getting her to fall in love with me.”
“Crude, but accurate.”
“And she calls you Daddy.”
“She calls me Daddy, yes. And she goes by the name, Maybe Taylor. Thinks I don’t know Taylor’s the name of the young man she killed. Her former boyfriend. In fact, I’m not supposed to know anything about the boyfriend, so put that part out of your mind.”
“Why Maybe?”
“Her choice of names. It means maybe she’ll kill for me, maybe she won’t. It’s her way of not having to think about killing as a profession.”
“The Daddy thing will be hard to navigate around, if I’m going to seduce her.”
“You’ll work it out. She already loves me, or at least, the idea of me. I’m her closest confidante, her only true friend. But I haven’t taken our relationship into any sort of sexual area. It’s a logical extension for her, but impractical for me. You, on the other hand, are young enough. And you’re cunning, and manipulating, given you haven’t tipped your hand to Creed about Area B. And Kimberly’s extremely vulnerable to a sexual relationship.”
“Why’s that?”
“She has female problems that can be exploited. She thinks I’m older, despite the voice disguising equipment. So when you speak to her in your real voice, she’ll be curious enough to open her mind to the possibility of romance. At that point you can confess you’ve fallen for her.”
“You think it’ll work?”
“Yes.”
“Because?”
“She’s dying to feel loved. It’s your ticket to ride.”
“That’s a pretty hip comment.”
“I have my moments.”
Sam took a minute to work it around in his mind. Then said, “I understand the Daddy thing. But it places a huge obstacle in my path.”
“You need to let that go. It’s not as big an issue as you think. It helped convince her the best way to earn her father’s respect and love is to excel at what he does.”
“What, kill people?”
“Yes.”
“She’s seeking his approval.”
“Exactly.”
“And will he approve?”
“I can’t answer that or any question about how Creed might react to a given situation. And I say this after studying him for twenty years.”
“He’s a true psychopath, isn’t he?”
“No. His assistant, Callie Carpenter’s a true psychopath.”
“I know about that from personal experience. She nearly killed me once.”
“If she wanted to kill you, you’d be dead.”
“Creed stepped in.”
“He saved your life?”
“Yeah. Twice, in fact. But it doesn’t count.”
“Why not?”
“He only saved my life after kidnapping and mentally torturing me.”
“So you still want revenge.”
“I’d give ten years of my life to make him suffer a day. Until you happened along, my best shot was forcing him to know Rachel and I were underground together, beyond his reach. But I have a sinking feeling he might be pleased when he finds she’s stuck in a bunker for a few months or years.”
“You may be right about that.”
“But she’s supposed to be his girlfriend.”
“Yes, but Creed’s in a category unto himself.”
“And Kimberly?”
“She’s a different breed altogether. A cold-blooded killer, but completely predictable. At least, for now.”
“How would this work?”
“I can arrange murder-for-hire contracts that will come directly to you, and you can farm them out through Kimberly, and another lady who works for me, Hailey Brimstone.”
“Brimstone? Are you for real?”
“You’ve met her.”
“I don’t think so.”
Doc Howard pressed a button on his cell phone. “Lou? I’m with Sam. Can you bring Hailey in here?”
When the guy named Lou showed up with Hailey, Sam did a double-take, because Hailey Brimstone looked exactly like Sam’s wife, Rachel.
“I didn’t dream it,” Sam said. “She was here, in my room when I was half-conscious.”
“That’s right,” Doc Howard said. Then he introduced them and told Hailey he was retiring, but said Sam would continue to provide her with work, if she was interested.
She was.
Sam watched every movement Hailey made while she was in the room. When she left, he said, “Creed recruited her to mess with my head?”
“Yes.”
“I am definitely in. Tell me about the contracts.”
“They’ll pay twice what you need to compensate Hailey and Kimberly for their work. You can use the balance to fund your courtship with Kimberly.”
“Do we plan to tell Creed what we’ve done to his daughter?”
“That’s up to you. But the longer it continues, the sweeter the revenge. You’re manipulating her into the family business, so to speak. Though Creed is unpredictable, it’s likely he’ll be devastated to learn his daughter has turned into a murderer. If you really want to punish him you could possibly get her to commit terrorist acts. And i
magine how he’ll feel when he learns Sam Case is coupling his daughter!”
“Coupling?”
“I’m old. Screwing her.”
“We say fuck.”
“Of course you do. Screwing isn’t vulgar enough. Very well, you’ll be fucking Donovan Creed’s daughter, and she’ll be killing for you. Could there possibly be a better revenge?”
“Killing Callie Carpenter would sweeten the pot.”
“You’ve got enough on your plate with this.”
“You haven’t said what you want from me.”
“You’ll earn your keep.”
“What will I have to do?”
“More than two things, less than six.”
“Are they legal?”
“What do you think?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m in.”
“I thought you might be.”
“Can I ask you why you did this to Kimberly? I thought you were Creed’s friend.”
“In the business we share, the concept of right and wrong is blurry, and lines are often crossed. It’s wise to give Donovan Creed a reason not to kill you. I recently had power over him, then I lost it. I always like to have something in reserve. His daughter is one of his weaknesses.”
“He’s got others?”
“Yes.”
“Such as?”
“Your wife, Rachel.”
“What’s Kimberly’s deepest, darkest secret?”
“She suffers from vaginismus.”
“What’s that?”
Doc Howard spent the next thirty minutes explaining vaginismus, and the effect it’s had on Kimberly.
Sam ended the conversation saying, “It’s a slam dunk!”
Doc Howard said, “What is?”
“Using Kimberly to punish Creed.”
48.
Present Day, Present Time.
Sam pulls into the parking lot of the bowling alley, and waits.
Within seconds, Doc Howard calls and says, “To start things off, I want the Bin Laden death photos.”
“ What?”
“You heard me.”
“How the hell-?”
“Sam? The government keeps the most valuable documents, photographs, paintings, patents, and other treasures underground, in Area B. You live and work there.”
“Those things are locked up in a whole different part of the complex. There’s never been a security breach in the history of the facility!”
