by Ty Patterson
Bwana and Roger, having been to the forest several times, guided Broker back to the highway, where they joined the rush to the city, a magnet sucking up surrounding traffic.
‘Loads of numbers on this.’ Chloe looked up from Hamm’s phone. ‘It doesn’t have any names in the directory, just initials, and there aren’t many of them. There are several numbers in the recent call history.’ She frowned at Bear. ‘Make any sense to you?’ She thrust the phone at him.
Bear studied it and saw a pattern of incoming calls from a number, followed by one or two outgoing calls to that number, repeated every two days with a new originating number. He looked at the growing dawn, the traffic falling silently behind them as Broker cut a swathe through it.
‘Disposable numbers. They probably buy a batch and change the number regularly. Hamm knows the new number only when he gets a call. They probably have some rule about the number of calls made to the number.’
‘Has to be Scheafer. No one else would be this paranoid.’
‘Why can’t it be the mole?’ Roger argued.
‘It could,’ Broker replied, ‘but Scheafer is a control freak, and I would be surprised if his chapter heads had direct contact with the rat. Is there any number that looks like one of those messaging numbers?’
Bear read it off and got a nod from Broker. ‘Sounds like the number we got off the gangbangers in Arizona.’
A thought struck him. ‘How long ago was the last incoming call?’
‘Eight hours back. No other calls since then.’ Bear went through the text message folder and found it empty.
Broker turned on the radio, searched for a station, gave up and growled at Bwana, ‘Find a news station.’
They listened to the bulletins in silence, getting Broker’s drift. ‘Nothing. The cops must have hushed up the takedown. Now the million-dollar question is, will he call?’
No call came by the time they approached Central Park.
Broker used a hitter’s phone to call Pizaka. ‘Yes, obviously I’m alive,’ he replied, rolling his eyes. ‘Isakson, Rolando?’
‘That bad?’ We’ll be there in forty minutes.’
‘Fucker didn’t want to say anything about those two.’ He honked savagely at a trucker that cut in ahead of him. He overtook him and stuck his finger out, flooring the gas. ‘Says we should meet for a debrief. As if we were planning to fucking disappear in thin air. We called him, for crissakes.’
Bwana met the eyes of the others in the mirror and winked. Broker’s high regard for law enforcement, especially those who insisted on going by the book, was legendary.
One PP was crawling with cops when they arrived, many of them pushing paper, killing time, to have a look at them. Pizaka met them, his eyes going over them swiftly, lingering on the strips around Broker’s head. ‘You want to tidy up?’
They shook their heads impatiently, wanting to know the condition of the cop and the FBI man. Pizaka led the way to a conference room, which had three other occupants. Chang rose, greeted them, and introduced them to the other two.
Commissioner Forzini and Director Murphy looked like they hadn’t slept for a while. Sleep was a luxury they couldn’t afford, not when their respective number two men had been shot by a gang.
‘Tell us,’ Broker demanded, waving away their enquiries.
Forzini looked at Murphy, giving him the lead. ‘Isakson took two in the shoulder. He’s come out of surgery and should recover. Fully.
‘Rolando was less lucky. The three shots he took; one missed his heart, the other two went through his lung. He too was operated on; the doctors have done all that they could. Now it’s down to him, his body, his mind. He has a fighting chance, they say.’
Bwana’s eyes were on Forzini’s fists as he spoke, opening and clenching, his steady voice not masking his rage.
‘Why did you hush up the attack?’
‘We didn’t, but we didn’t share all the details either. The media and the public know there was a gang attack in a hotel. What they don’t know is who was involved, and we have managed to control that. Luckily no guest or onlooker was able to see what went down exactly. We were hoping you guys would perform a miracle and get back alive…’ Murphy replied. Murphy had come through the ranks, starting his career as a field agent, and little fazed him, but even he couldn’t conceal his pain and anger.
‘Lay it all out for us,’ he commanded.
Broker laid it out for them, Pizaka and Chang making extensive notes as he elaborated, stopping him several times, getting him to repeat.
He didn’t tell them everything.
They had come up with a plausible escape story, embellishing and glossing over some details on their way back, the least they could do to keep the ghost invisible. He saw Pizaka’s and Chang’s eyes go over them, assessing them, as he described how Bwana and Roger had launched themselves at their captors as soon as the truck doors had opened, and in the scuffle, Bear and Chloe had slipped out and overpowered the remaining. They were all martial arts experts in various disciplines – Broker wasn’t, he regarded himself as a gray matter expert – and their story held.
‘We’ll want to take separate statements from all of you.’ Pizaka’s shades tilted at them.
‘The shooter is dead?’ Forzini asked hopefully, his lips twisting briefly in a grim smile when Broker nodded.
‘Bodies are in the van in the parking lot below.’
Forzini looked at Chang, Broker tossed the keys to him, and once he’d left, Broker asked the Commissioner, ‘How did they do it?’
‘The gang probably owns the hotel through a shell company, to launder their money. We’re still sifting through the chain of ownership. They closed down the lobby and reception for the day on the pretext of a film shoot, and then it was like stealing candy from a child. We’ve taken the manager and other staff into custody and are questioning them, but we doubt any of them are involved.’
‘We suspected something like that might have happened, but how did they organize themselves so quickly? How did they know we were going there?’
Murphy sighed heavily. ‘Something we’ve been debating. We think they had a tail on Isakson, a tail so good that he didn’t spot it – remember these guys were the gang’s A-team. They could’ve had a bug on Isakson’s ride, but we took it apart and didn’t find it. The FBI vehicles are searched every day, so a bug is unlikely. Our money is on a tail.’
‘They might also be watching this place, and if they are, they’ll know you guys are back,’ Pizaka added.
Broker thought about the phone in his pocket and the possibility of a call and shook his head. ‘We thought about that too. But if they know we’ve been taken, it’s unlikely they’ll waste any gangbanger on any more surveillance.’
They fell silent as Chang re-entered the room, nodding at the Commissioner.
‘What exactly are you guys working on?’ Pizaka couldn’t direct this question to Director Murphy, so he smartly addressed it to Broker.
‘Need to know. Way above your pay grade,’ Broker growled, deliberately insulting him, telling him to shut up in his inimitable way.
Murphy scribbled something on his notepad and tilted it for Forzini to read, who nodded silently.
‘Tell them,’ Murphy looked at Broker. ‘Forzini should know.’
Broker launched into a second narrative, this time shorter, keeping many of the principals out of the picture, and gave them time to digest it, knowing exactly what the next question would be and who from.
Pizaka didn’t disappoint him.
‘This has worked?’
He looked at Murphy and got a nod in assent. He met Murphy’s gaze and recounted everything, right from the events in Arizona. He felt Chloe, sitting beside him, tense minutely and relax. I’ve held back mentioning the messaging system described by Shattner, and she noticed it. Until we know who the mole is, that bit is not becoming public knowledge.
‘We narrowed the thirty names to a smaller set, and then we found an anomaly. An a
gent whose pattern changed ever since he was working on this case.’
‘Who?’ Murphy had gone still, his eyes fierce and hard.
‘Floyd Wheat.’ Broker explained his habits and how they correlated to the dud busts.
‘These guys’ – nodding at Bwana and Roger – ‘were heading to the café when they were attacked. They got out of that jam, and then when Isakson told us about this ice deal, we put the café on hold to see how this deal panned out.’
‘We busted that deal, though.’ Chang being Mr. Obvious.
‘Yeah. But Wheat didn’t know you were planning to. He’s been away for a month due to some knee injury and has been cut off from the information flow.’
Broker could see the Director writing Wheat’s name on his pad, his pen digging deep in the paper, willing it to reach out and hurt him.
There was warm appreciation in his eyes when he’d composed himself. ‘Clare said she’d trust you with her life. Or her career. Now I know why.’ He nodded at himself. ‘Now we’ll get the bastard. We’ll pick this thread from here and tear him and his life apart.’
Chloe tapped her watch, looking at Broker. He brought out Hamm’s phone and placed it on the table. ‘There’s more,’ he said.
The call came an hour later, this time from another mobile number.
Broker put it on speaker and held the phone up for the NYPD geeks to note the number and start tracing it.
There was silence from the caller, dead silence, not even breathing. Broker allowed the silence to last for a minute before breaking it. ‘Yo, Scheafer, this is your friendly neighborhood Broker. I guess you’ve heard of me. You know this go-silent thing of yours was aped by Hamm. You must’ve been a real hero to him. Yeah, that’s right. Hamm was, not is. Guy’s rotting away in a NYPD morgue now. Overrated if you ask me. Oh, that was a neat trick at the hotel, but here we still are, and there he is.’
The silence continued. He looked at the tech guys, and they shook their head.
‘You’re down now how many chapter heads? Two, right? And the Russians are taking back territory. Didn’t Hamm tell you there was an easy way to end this? Just tell us who your inside guy is.’
Scheafer hung up.
‘Got anything?’ Forzini barked at his men.
They shook their heads in frustration. ‘One of those voice over IP calls.’
Forzini pounded the table in anger.
‘We’ve enough to crack this now,’ Murphy said mildly, calming him, knowing Forzini’s desire to strike back.
‘Director, did Isakson discuss the other matter with you?’ Broker asked Murphy softly.
‘Rocka and the kids?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘That’ll be taken care of,’ Murphy said, and Broker sighed in relief inside. They had demanded that Elaine Rocka and her wards be placed in witness protection and the damage to her house be compensated. ‘The danger to her doesn’t go away even after we nail the mole. The gang could come after them. New identities and a new start for them is the least you can do,’ he’d told Isakson.
‘What now for you guys?’ Murphy asked them a few hours later after they’d finished with Chang and Pizaka.
‘We’ll use our powers of persuasion on Scheafer.’
‘Broker.’ The Commissioner’s voice rang out as they headed out. Broker turned, saw Forzini glance at his companions, gave a slight nod to them, and stepped forward, walking alongside him deeper in the building.
‘Rolando’s a good friend of yours?’ Forzini asked him, fully knowing his answer. ‘I’m godfather to his daughter. Lovely girl, going to Stanford this year. His wife makes the best pasta, but don’t tell my better half.’
Broker kept silent, letting him take his time, form his words.
‘Pizaka and Chang are good cops. They know how modern policing works. They’ll go far.’ He stopped, looking up and down the corridor they were in, empty but for them. He placed a hand on Broker’s shoulder, a hand that had turned to a fist earlier. ‘Me, deep down, I’m old school.’ He looked searchingly in Broker’s eyes, nodded once, and walked away.
‘What?’ the others asked when Broker joined them.
‘We got carte blanche.’
Chapter 41
Shawn threw himself at Broker and Roger when they – showered, shaved, smelling nice – met the family in another anonymous apartment. He bumped fists with both of them, and when Lisa kissed them on the cheek, Roger grinned. ‘Whoa, princess, that’s some welcome.’
She looked at them seriously. ‘My dad calls me that. Have you found him?’
‘We’re working on it, honey,’ Broker told her, signaling Rocka with his eyes.
She understood, led them away and, when they were alone, asked in her direct manner, ‘He’s dead, isn’t he?’
They nodded; Roger went on to tell her everything that had happened since they’d found his last page. Silence fell like a weight on them, the distant laughter of the children accentuating it. Pieter glanced in when he felt the quietness, nodded in understanding, and left them alone.
Elaine Rocka drew a deep breath, her eyes bright. ‘It won’t be over till you find this guy, will it?’
‘Ma’am, for you and the kids, the gang remains a threat whatever happens. But there’s a way out of this for you all to lead normal lives.’
Broker explained how WITSEC, the Witness Security Program, worked and what it would mean to their lives, but stopped when she smiled briefly and held a hand up.
‘You forget, I work in the mayor’s office. I know about this. Has this been signed off by the Commissioner, the FBI?’ she said tartly.
‘Yes, ma’am. We’ll need to complete lots of formalities, but it’s all done.’
She stood up abruptly. ‘Do it. My babies need to get their childhood back.’ She stalked away, a lioness protecting her brood.
‘Remind me never to cross her.’ Broker looked wryly at Roger as they left.
‘It can’t be done. Not unless you mount a full frontal attack and cut off the rear. We need a small army for that,’ Bear said when they returned. ‘Of course, Bwana and I are the equivalent of two armies’ – he winked – ‘but we’ll need more than that.’
They were studying Kelleher’s home in Queens, a mere ten-bedroom residence with a swimming pool and a surrounding wall. They were going to keep relentlessly on the gang till something gave, and the chapter head of Queens was their next target.
Broker drummed his fingers, going through their options. ‘Let’s try out some toys.’
They split up, taking three cars; Broker – shrugging off Bwana’s look that asked, Just how stinking filthy rich are you? – led them.
He took them to an office block, with a basement parking lot, a corner of which was a tennis-court-sized walled-off block with shutters. Broker entered a code at the door, swung it open, flipped on the lights and gestured grandly.
One section of the block was a car mechanic’s dream come true – a fully stocked garage housing three Escalades. The garage was not what had them gaping. The remaining section of the block had shelves that ran lengthwise, stocking gadgets and weapons.
Bwana went to one of the shelves and picked a model car – this model was electric and had a spy camera and a recorder fit in it. The device next to it was an inflatable weather balloon, one that conducted surveillance.
He closed his mouth. ‘This yours?’
‘Yes. Actually the whole building is mine.’ He started to say more but held back, looking embarrassed.
‘What?’ Chloe asked him bemusedly; they had never seen him lost for words.
‘It’s ours,’ he blurted out.
‘Say what?’ Roger shouted incredulously, his words echoing inside.
Broker shifted on his feet, refusing to meet their gaze. ‘It’s complicated,’ he said finally.
Bwana and Roger pulled four folding chairs for all of them to rest themselves. ‘Make it simple, Broker,’ Roger said pleasantly, all the time in the world for them to hear Broker’s
astonishing revelation.
‘You remember we rescued that girl in Morocco?’
They nodded, an assignment they remembered well.
They had taken down a terrorist cell in Morocco, and during the mission had discovered a hostage, a young girl who was shared among the men, a girl whose ordeal had turned her mute. They had freed her from the terrorists, wiping out most of them, taking the cell leader alive, and had brought both of them stateside for debriefing.
The cell leader had died during an attempted escape, but the girl had survived, and after two months of healing, medical care and psychiatric attention, she uttered her first words. Words that had a profound and positive impact on the Agency.
The girl turned out to be the daughter of a high-ranking royal in a Middle Eastern country, a country that the US was desperate to have warm relations with. The grateful royal met Clare and presented her with a check that made her raise her eyebrows. ‘Shall I increase it?’ he asked, reaching for his pen.
‘He refused to take the money back, and Clare gave the check to Zeb and me to do as we pleased with it. We formed a company with the six of us as equal owners, invested the money, and a few years back, we bought this, outfitted it’ – he waved his hand around – ‘and this is it.’
‘Why didn’t you tell us earlier? Or Zeb, why didn’t he?’ Chloe regarded him curiously.
‘There wasn’t a right moment. Bwana and Zeb disappeared on assignments, Bear and you got assigned by Clare… then Zeb died. This is the first assignment we have all been together in a long while.’
‘I was also scared,’ he said after a pause.
‘Of?’
‘You guys are my family. I was scared this would alter our relationships with one another.’
He fidgeted under the weight of their gaze, all poise and sophistication deserting him, more nervous than he had ever been. He tightened as Roger stood and glanced at the rest of them and approached him. Behind Roger, Chloe giggled, and then Roger was doubling up, and they were all laughing.
He stared at them and staggered back as Roger punched him in the shoulder.
