Justified Means (Book One) (The Agency Files)

by Chautona Havig

  “Since when does the client decide where they will and won’t go?”

  “Since she freaked, and since I cannot find who is leaking information in my organization.”

  “Well,” Karen asked, hoping she didn’t sound too accusatory, “have there been any more bungles? Is there any evidence that someone has information they shouldn’t?”

  “Not lately. I’d give anything for Keith’s insight. Have you seen him?”

  “You know I’m not going to answer that. Mind if I take a look at whatever information you have?”

  “I’ll upload the files I have. Do you know the password?”

  “Text it to me when we get off.” Karen hated leaving her phone on that long, but he’d probably already figured out where she was. Why freak about it now?

  She turned down a side street and backtracked. She needed a library. “Ok, Mark. I’ve got to go. If you get any news, send an email to my phone. I’ll pick it up in a few days.”

  “No. Check it once a day. I’m serious. We’re talking about life and death. If someone figures out where you are, you could be in as much danger as any of us. We’re all sitting ducks until we find this guy—or girl. Twenty-four hours between calls is too long, but don’t wait any more than that.”

  “Gotcha. Send it to this number too.”

  The traffic nearly drove her insane as she crawled along the streets toward the nearest big box office store. She wasn’t accustomed to being so unprepared. Buying a USB drive would cut into their ready cash, but it was necessary. Keith had a knack for catching what others missed, and with a potential mole in the Agency, Mark probably wouldn’t let very many of the staff near anything remotely sensitive.

  With thumb-drive in hand, she strolled into the Blackstone Library, charmed by the neoclassical architecture. Karen immediately realized her mistake. In a predominantly black neighborhood, she looked like a beacon advertising how out of place she was. For a moment, she considered finding a less conspicuous choice, but decided that she’d likely make more of a memorable impression if she left than if she just finished her business and left naturally.

  Two terminals were open, but both were too exposed to risk opening anything even just long enough to download onto her thumb-drive. She grabbed the nearest book on the new release shelf, and plopped down comfortably in a chair and glanced at the cover, barely stifling a groan. Deep Thirst wasn’t exactly her idea of a good read. It seemed as if Americans had revived the ridiculous melodramatic gothic novels of the nineteenth century with the latest craze of vampires and zombies—particularly when the books romanticized them.

  It took an hour, one she didn’t think she had, but at last, the most shielded terminal was empty. Quickly, Karen slid into the seat, found the URL for Mark’s library of files, and downloaded the one marked Keith’s Birthday Wish. Funny. For a moment she wondered, was it actually his birthday soon? She’d have to ask when she called Mark again.

  That thought comforted her. Call Mark again. Keith wouldn’t trust it, and he shouldn’t, but her gut instinct assured her of Mark’s innocence. It was both a relief and a disappointment. Mark being the mole would have been a nightmare. He had access to information Karen couldn’t begin to know where to find, but it would have meant the end. Found. Done. They’d all be out of jobs, perhaps, but still, it’d be nice to know the search was over. Knowing he wasn’t a traitor to the people he was paid to protect was even better news. He had the ability to help them, and he understood their actions—even if he didn’t like them.

  Fifty miles outside Chicago, Karen called Mark’s office, smiling at the relief in his voice. “Got it. You can take it down.”

  “Did you get to look at it?”

  “Nothing secure around here, but I’ll find a way to get it to Keith somehow. Speaking of Keith, what’s with the title? Is it really his birthday soon?”

  “No. I just thought if you got it to him, it’d make him smile. I love to watch that guy work.”

  Karen hesitated, the cautious side of her waging war against her more confident side. “Mark, I know it’s not you.”

  He didn’t speak for so long that Karen wondered if she’d lost the connection, but at last, his voice, almost a whisper, echoed throughout the little car. “Thank you, Karen.” She could almost hear him swallow and then grinned as she realized what he’d say next—and he did. “Don’t get soft. Keep yourself suspicious of everyone—even me. It’s your job. I trained you to do it right.”

  “Did I give you my location? I think not. I’m just telling you that I know it’s not you. I thought you might like to watch me gloat when it’s over and I can say, “‘See, I told you.’”

  The palm trees outside her condo seemed obscenely clichéd. All of it did. She’d only agreed to “protection” in order to keep suspicion at a minimum. Thus far, her histrionics had done their job. Jill and Anthony spent the better part of each day reassuring her that everything was fine—just fine.

  The true problem was that nothing was really fine. She sensed the difference from the first day they’d contacted her. Anthony was skittish, and Jill snapped at him almost incessantly. Anyone who watched them from afar would have thought they were a couple entering year seven of marriage—”the year of doom” her mother had called it.

  She’d tried to project herself as nearly panicked at the idea that someone could be searching for her, but it was time to gather whatever information she could about Erika. The more days that passed, the harder it would be to come out unscathed. Ready to bump the plan to the next phase, she stumbled out of her room, trying to look bleary-eyed. “What about Erika? Is she safe? Do they have her under protection again? I forgot about Erika! I can’t believe—”

  “We’ve got her. She’s fine. There’s nothing to worry about.” Jill tried to sound soothing, but her words came out impatient.

  “What did I say?” If the woman was going to lose it, she might as well use it to her advantage. “I don’t understand why you’re so antagonistic toward me. You come, tell me I’m in danger again, and then snap at me!” Helen fought not to glow with pride. She should get an Oscar for that performance.

  “Sorry. We’re all on edge.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s hard to explain.” Anthony sent a warning glance at Jill and offered Helen a glass of tea.

  “I don’t like that stuff. Water’s good. So, maybe it’d be better if I just talked to Erika and told her that this is my fault. She’s probably so confused. I didn’t want her to know, but now I’m not so sure. I’ve totally messed up her life for the past couple of months.”

  “Well, Mark doesn’t think she needs to know. He thinks it’s dangerous for her if she knows.” Anthony pulled out a bag of prepackaged salad greens and dumped it in a colander. “Want some salad?”

  “Sure. Got avocado and tomato?”

  “Cucumbers?” The man opened the fridge and rummaged through the crisper drawers.

  “Besides,” Jill interjected, clearly put out for being overridden. The couple had operated like a seamless machine the first time, but now they were at odds at every turn. “We don’t even know where they are. Keith took her off grid.”

  That was interesting news. “Why is that?”

  “Mole.”

  “Protocol.” Anthony glared at Jill. “It’s protocol. Jill’s always seeing gremlins behind every action. She needs a vacation.”

  “That’s—” Jill stopped herself. “You’re right. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m tired, I guess. I’m sorry. I think I’ll go lie down.”

  Helen wanted to demand to know more, but she put on her most sympathetic face and, taking advantage of her older status, put an arm around Jill and led the younger woman down the hall to her room. “A nap sounds good. I’m sure everything will look better when you wake up. I know I always see things through black colored glasses when I’m stressed.”

  When she returned, Anthony looked up. “It’s nice of you to be so understanding. You’re paying us to t
ake care of you, and instead, we just fall apart. I’ve been a bear lately.”

  “You have been hard on her. That won’t be good for Erika if whomever she’s with is grumpy. She doesn’t have the patience for it.”

  “Keith never gets grumpy. He’s the eternal optimist. Always smiling, joking, laughing. That’s Keith.”

  “I don’t understand how things work. Is it really protocol to go off grid when there’s a second abduction?”

  “It’s protocol to go off grid when anything seems off. Since we don’t know the target right now, we have to do things a little differently.”

  “But how will he know when it’s safe to bring her back? He can’t just keep her out there forever. I don’t think I’ll ever understand your business.” Helen popped a cherry tomato in her mouth and went to find the TV remote as if she hadn’t asked a question. She’d learned long ago that people answered questions they normally wouldn’t have if you acted as if you were just thinking aloud.

  “Mark probably has a way of contacting. It’ll take longer, of course, but it’s just how it’s done. Don’t worry; Erika won’t be out there a day longer than necessary. Meanwhile, we’ve got someone taking care of your place for you.”

  She flipped through several channels before shutting off the TV again. Helen only had one more question for him, but discovering how to ask it was tricky. One word out of place and they’d get suspicious.

  Helen ate her salad, picking pieces out and drenching each in salad dressing before choosing her next bite as if creating the perfect forkful was her only concern in life. Her silence was bothering Anthony, and that was a very good thing. At last, she dropped her fork onto her plate, feigning the loss of a battle with self-will, and lifted tortured eyes to Anthony’s concerned ones. “Do you think—is it possible.” She swallowed hard. “I mean, I just wondered if maybe we should be off-grid too.”

  “Oh,” Anthony assured her calmly, “don’t worry. We are. I only check in with Mark every three or four days. The way we have to go about it is so circuitous that no one can track us. The Agency doesn’t even know we’re in Florida.”

  Genuine relief washed over Helen’s features as she picked up her fork once more. “Well, that makes me feel better anyway. I’d hate for my last expenditure to be an ineffectual protection detail—no offense.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  “What are you looking for?”

  “Anything that looks out of place, no matter how small.” Keith hardly paused to answer as his hand scribbled another note onto the large legal pad.

  “Are those the normal things or the anomalies?”

  “Anomalies.” His forehead furrowed and his jaw set rigidly as he added another item.

  Erika read the line and frowned. “The fact that I asked to talk to Mark is an anomaly?”

  “Yep. Most people never do—not even in exasperation. I know it means nothing in regards to you, but I have to add it in case it triggered something in someone else.”

  “Mark.” The name dropped from her lips like an anvil on stone.

  “Well, not just him, no. But, it is another mark against him.”

  Erika grinned. “Cute.”

  Looking up from his files, Keith shook his head. “What?”

  “A mark against Mark—I just thought it was kind of funny.”

  There it was again—the terseness. It was back. She anticipated the tone of his response before he opened his mouth. “Yeah. Do you need something?”

  “I need you to note that you’ve gotten grumpy again. This is the tenth time since you challenged me to note them.”

  “Well, it’s duly noted.”

  Erika glanced at Karen as if to say, “See, it’s not in my head.” The look on Karen’s face was priceless. When she said that it was out of character for him, she must have meant it.

  Before Erika could ask another question, Keith whirled in his chair, seeking Karen. “Hey, this doesn’t say. When did Helen contact us? I need everything from the first call through the night we took Erika. Can you get that?”

  “I could just drive to the office. Mark wouldn’t know if it’d been a few days drive or a few minutes.”

  “If you did that, you couldn’t come back here. The risk—”

  “Yeah. I was thinking about taking Claire too, but that’d leave you guys unprotected.”

  “Why Claire?” Keith glanced toward the room where his cousin generally lay on the bed curled in fetal position waiting for the “nightmare” to end.

  “She has knowledge of Anastas’ organization. She might see something that we don’t.”

  “Take her. Just don’t bring her back. You’ll have to be vigilant, but maybe you can lose a tail. He flipped the pad to a new page, scribbled some directions, and pulled a key from his pocket. “I managed to find Uncle Ted’s spare key in the RV. Take her there if you manage to escape scrutiny. Otherwise, don’t risk it.”

  “Are you sure?” Karen glanced at Erika who listened to the entire conversation with great interest.

  “We need a break—fast. Every day that passes is a day these girls can’t get back. Every day that passes, gets the mole more information. We’ve got to stop this.”

  “Are you ok with that, Erika?”

  “Sure. I’ve put up with this grouch before.”

  “I’m not a grouch!” Both women snickered at the growl in his voice. Keith glanced up, “What?”

  “Let’s just say your voice belies your words.”

  “Belies?”

  Erika smirked and crossed her arms. “You know, makes a liar out of you?”

  “Since when does Karen use words like ‘belies’?”

  “Since you stuck her in a house with nothing but books from the nineteenth century.” Karen tossed a mock leather bound copy of The Count of Monte Cristo onto the table, jarring Keith’s pen.

  “Whatever. Just get going. Don’t change your clothes and rub the back of your hair on the headrest all the way there. Make sure you smooth your clothes as you get out of the car.”

  “I know how to do this stuff, Keith. It’s not like I’m a trainee.” Karen’s voice trailed off as she wandered down the hall to give Claire the good news. Adventure awaited them in Rockland.

  From her perch on the futon that was just as uncomfortable during the day as she was sure it was at night, Erika ignored her book in favor of watching Keith as he scribbled line after line of things that probably meant nothing. As the silence settled around him, she watched his features relax. It was hard to tell just what he was thinking. Unlike most people, his face gave away nothing.

  Claire burst from her room, her duffel swinging over one shoulder, her purse in hand. “We’re going! I actually get to do something. I’m so excited. This is what I thought this job would be like, not sitting around here waiting to get our heads blown off if we glance out the wrong window.”

  Keith’s grin was infectious. He jumped up, hugged his cousin, and glanced over her head at Karen. “Take care, both of you. Neither of you is expendable.”

  With a glance at Erika, Karen grabbed Keith’s pen from him, flipped the page up, and scribbled a note on it. Keith glanced toward Erika before looking at Karen. “What?”

  “Just don’t forget.”

  Keith pulled the sheet from the pad, crumbled it, and tossed it at the trashcan next to the garage door. It missed. He started to rise to toss it properly, but Karen shoved his shoulder back down. “I’ll get it. Take care, you guys. Don’t get lazy.”

  Once the two women were gone, Keith slowly immersed himself in his work again, but the absentmindedness was gone. This Keith was driven, focused, and yet attuned to everything around him. A dog barked outside, and he shifted. A kid cried, and he jumped up, peeking out the curtain to make sure it was something he could continue to ignore. The work went slower, but Erika saw a new determination in him. It was almost as if now that he was without backup, he was even more determined to get her out of there.

  He doesn’t like me. I annoy hi
m, she thought as she watched the process. I wonder why.

  Just as she was ready to go take a shower, Keith glanced up at her. “I’ve almost finished this. I want you to think of everything that happened from the minute you stepped into the airport until we came back for you. Everything. Think about who you worked with, who you talked to at work, who called your cell phone, your house phone, everything.”

  Minutes later, he rose, shut the laptop, and ambled down the hall to the bathroom. The second the door shut, she jumped and raced across the kitchen. Unfolding the wadded yellow paper, she read Karen’s words. Be nice to her. You’re like a different person around her, and it’s making it hard for her. Be nice.

  It still made no sense. From that first day, he’d been stern, almost fierce at times. She could tell he had a sense of humor, but he never relaxed enough around her to show it. The only time he’d been nice was at the trailer and until Karen had joined them. Then, immediately it was as if a weight lifted—for about twenty-four hours. He’d be even less relaxed now that he was solely responsible for her safety.

  She dashed back to the futon, and made sure she was dragging herself off it as he returned. “I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll give you a rundown of everything I can think of, ok?”

  “Sure. I’m going to make a sandwich. Want one?”

  There it was again—that infernal politeness that she knew was genuine but it had none of the warmth behind it that he showed Karen and Claire. “Yeah. That’d be great. Thanks.”

  “You could have asked what was in the note. I’d have told you.”

  Busted.

  Keith felt immense satisfaction at the guilty look on Erika’s face. It’d been a guess—an intuitive one, perhaps, but a guess nevertheless. However, Karen’s admonitions lately had put him on edge. Erika hadn’t seemed to complain about him until after one of Karen’s visits. Apparently, she’d commented about some sort of difference she’d noticed. Whatever it was, he needed to be on his guard. He had no excuse for making Erika’s stay any more difficult than it already was. The girl had to be ready to scream with frustration.