Endgame

by Dee Davis

  His heart started to pound, all thoughts of Madison pushed away in the rush. "Where?"

  "Here in New York. An apartment building on Eighty-sixth." She repeated the address, and he grabbed a pen to write it down. "We're on the way now."

  "We?"

  "Payton, Harrison and I."

  He recognized the sound of traffic in the background, and realized she was in a cab. "I'll meet you there. Have you contacted Nigel?"

  "Yes," Madison said, her voice fading as the cell phone cut out. "He's still in the Village canvassing. He wasn't quite finished, so he suggested we go on without him. But he's going to try and meet up with us there."

  "I'm on my way." He closed the phone, adrenaline pumping through him. Finally, the game was on.

  The apartment building was a walk-up. Decidedly nicer than the one attributed to W. Smith, but it was still a climb to the seventh-floor apartment supposedly rented to Smith Williams aka Ernhardt Schmidt.

  Madison followed Gabriel, in a reenactment of their earlier attempt to nail the man. But this time Payton was along for the ride, leaving Harrison to wait for Nigel and watch the entrance of the building. They all wore headsets, communication being crucial if they were to make certain the ghost didn't vanish again.

  Static rippled in her ear, followed by Gabriel's voice, barely above a whisper. "One more floor to go. When we get there I want you and Payton to hang back. No sense tipping him off with the sound of our footsteps."

  Payton answered affirmatively, and Madison followed suit, although the sneaking suspicion that he was protecting her lingered in her mind, refusing to be dismissed. Still, she wasn't one to flout orders, and there had definitely been a note of authority in Gabriel's voice.

  The landing was more opulent than the one in the Village, and as they stepped out Payton moved to the right, securing the hallway in that direction, and Madison followed suit to the left. After signaling all clear, she shifted to the side, allowing Gabriel to pass her.

  He moved down the hall, keeping his back to the wall and his eye on the door at the end. 7F. Schmidt's home away from home. Static filled her ears again as Harrison checked in, noting that no one had been in or out of the apartment since they'd entered. After a terse response, Gabriel signaled silence, and inched forward, shifting slightly so that Madison had a full view of the apartment doorway.

  The door stood open.

  Payton tapped her on the shoulder, and signaled that she should move, taking her position at Gabriel's back. Sliding forward on silent feet, she drew her gun and waited. Payton followed her, taking position on the opposite wall. The triad complete, Gabriel signaled entrance, and slowly they moved forward, Gabriel disappearing into the open doorway.

  The apartment was dark. Blinds closed, dust motes dancing in the light from the door. An abandoned pizza carton sat on a pass-through, a half-eaten piece of pizza on top. There was no sound at all, not the ticking of a clock, or even the caterwauling of the traffic below.

  Holding her breath, Madison followed Gabriel as he moved into the living room, Payton turning left into what appeared to be a spare bedroom. He popped back out seconds later with a shake of his head, and they headed through the room toward the bedroom. Unlike the earlier apartment, this one was obviously lived-in. There were other take-out containers, and various newspapers strewn across the floor.

  If this was in fact Schmidt's apartment, he wasn't a neat man. Something that didn't quite fit with her mental image of a methodical killer, but it took all kinds.

  The bedroom door was open, and something like a squeak caught their attention, all three of them freezing on the spot. Gabriel motioned toward the door, and they fanned out as he burst through, gun barrel leading the way.

  He stopped so quickly Madison almost ran into him, and she could feel Payton skidding to a stop behind her.

  "Nigel." Gabriel's voice was guttural, his anger evident. "What the hell are you doing here?"

  "I thought I was meeting you." The Englishman was standing at the end of the bed, a mixture of alarm and sheepishness coloring his expression. "Instead, I'm afraid I found this."

  For the first time Madison looked at the bed, and stifled her intake of breath. There was a man lying there.

  A dead man.

  And unless she was badly mistaken, the man was Ern-hardt Schmidt.

  "I thought you were going to wait for us." Gabe watched his friend through narrowed eyes.

  "I was." Nigel held his hands up in defense, his revolver ominously waving with the motion. "But when no one was here, I figured I'd check things out."

  "So you just walked in?" Gabe asked, trying valiantly to maintain control.

  "It seemed the expedient thing to do." Nigel shrugged. "The guy's door was open."

  "I see." At the moment that was the best he could come up with. He turned his back on Nigel, concentrating instead on the body lying across the bed. The man's eyes were closed, the bullet hole in his head the only thing marring the illusion that he was sleeping.

  Madison reached over to feel for a pulse, a shake of her head confirming what they already knew.

  "Is he still warm?" Payton had moved to the window, testing the sash to ascertain that it was locked.

  Madison lightly touched Schmidt's arm, and then nodded again. "I'd say he hasn't been dead long."

  Gabe shot another look at Nigel, who was now walking the room, looking for evidence. Harrison's voice broke into his thoughts, the static reminding him that man was still downstairs. In a few terse sentences he reported the situation, leaving Harrison to call it in, and get Tracy's folks over for a look-see.

  It seemed they were becoming a magnet for dead people on both sides of the game.

  Payton was standing now at the head of the bed, carefully observing the body, using a pillow sham as a glove in an effort to preserve the scene. "Single shot to the head. Looks like small caliber, but I can't say for sure without seeing the bullet."

  He shot a meaningful glance at Nigel, and then met Gabe's gaze, their minds moving in tandem. Nigel obviously followed the internal discussion, his face darkening with anger. "I had nothing to do with this, if that's what you're thinking. I just picked a lousy time to arrive, that's all. Besides, if I had shot the bloody bastard, why wouldn't I just tell you?"

  "I wasn't thinking that."

  "The hell you weren't." Nigel glared at Gabe, then Payton and then Gabe again. "I saw you both. You were thinking that I had opportunity. But yoirve forgotten I don't have motive. Would you like to see my gun?" He pulled it out of his holster and held it out. "The barrel's clean." He waved the weapon at Gabriel. "Go on. Have a look."

  "Ballistics will test the gun, Nigel. It's procedure. I don't need to look at it."

  "You'd have thought the same," Payton said to Nigel, "if the positions were reversed."

  "No. I wouldn't have," Nigel said, anger still twisting across his face. "Unlike you, I trust my friends."

  Payton opened his mouth to respond, then seemed to think better of it, turning back to examine the body instead.

  Madison hadn't said anything, and when Gabe looked over at her, he was surprised to see suspicion clouding her eyes. Suspicion, and something else he couldn't quite recognize, but when he opened his mouth to ask her, she shook her head almost invisibly, the gesture meant only for him, her expression clearing by sheer force of will.

  "I can't believe it. We finally find him and he's dead?" Harrison appeared at the doorway, cell phone in hand. "What the hell happened?"

  "Single shot to the head," Gabe said.

  "Execution?" He moved into the room, his eyes on the body.

  "Possibly. Definitely close range. And probably while the poor bastard slept." Contrary to his words, Payton didn't sound particularly concerned about the man.

  "I can't say I'm particularly sorry that he's dead." This from Nigel, his words provoking a startled look from Harrison.

  "How the hell did you get here?"

  "That seems to be the question of th
e moment." Nigel laughed, the sound far from jovial. "But despite everyone's suspicions, I walked up here just like the rest of you to find Schmidt there already dead."

  "Any sign of an intruder?" Gabe asked.

  "Nothing that I saw." Nigel shifted slightly, his expression reflective. "I waited outside for maybe fifteen minutes. No one came in or out. When I couldn't stand it any longer—" he shot Gabe an apologetic look "—I thought about going up. Unfortunately the door to the building was locked."

  "Not exactly a major obstacle for you," Payton said.

  "No. But I didn't think it was the best thing to do in broad daylight in this kind of neighborhood. So I waited for someone to come out, and when they did, used the moment to walk in before the door closed again."

  "The stupid generosity of mankind." Again Payton had a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

  "Something like that. Anyway, from there, you know the rest. I walked up here, saw the door open, assumed you were already inside, and found Schmidt. You came along a few minutes later. You must have been just behind me."

  Gabe nodded, his attention still on Madison, who seemed to be processing the information with added intenally.

  "What did the person who let you in look like?" she asked, her brows drawn together in thought.

  "An old lady." Nigel smiled. "Hardly the type to exe-cute someone."

  "There have been cases..." Madison's smile was brittle, and Gabe wondered exactly where her mind had taken her, but decided now was not the time to press the issue.

  "At least Cullen will be happy about all of this," Nigel continued.

  "How do you figure that?" It was Gabriel's turn to frown.

  "If the killer is dead, then there won't be any more murders, the Chinese will be pacified, Cullen will get his accord and all will be well with the world."

  "Hardly," Madison said, the vehemence in her voice making them all turn to look at her. "We've changed killers before, remember? And you know as well as I do that if Schmidt was involved in all of this he was only a hired gun. Whoever was pulling his strings is alive and well. And thanks to someone, Schmidt here is unable to tell us anything that might lead us to the real mastermind. Kind of convenient, don't you think?"

  "You think that the person behind all of this killed Schmidt just so that we couldn't talk to him?" Harrison asked.

  "It makes sense." Madison nodded. "What I'm not sure about is why he didn't want Schmidt to talk. Was it because he'd give the plan away? Or was it because he knew something we weren't supposed to find out?"

  Madison looked directly at Nigel, and as Gabe watched, the man flinched.

  "So tell me what you were thinking." It had taken every ounce of restraint Gabe had to keep from questioning her right there in the room, and then it had taken a little maneuvering to manage to be in the cab with her alone.

  His only regret was that he'd had to leave Payton to watch over Nigel. Not that he expected Nigel to run, but there was something going on here, and he didn't want to make a tactical error. Enough had gone wrong with this case already.

  Madison stared out the window, her profile backlit by the late afternoon sun. "I hate to say it. You're not going to like it at all."

  "You think that Nigel shot Schmidt."

  "I think it's possible. Look—" she turned to face him, her face reflecting her indecision at sharing with him "—if Harrison is right, and somebody planted the false information, then someone on the inside is probably behind it."

  "I'll buy that, but what makes you think it's Nigel?"

  "Well, for one thing, the British have been pretty vocal about their disapproval of the accord. They've got their own interests in China to protect. It's bothered me from the beginning that Nigel was part of the team. Not so much because I had reason to distrust him, but because it didn't make sense politically for his government to pull him off of another assignment to come and help preserve an economic alliance they're categorically against."

  "Why didn't you say anything?" Gabe asked, studying the curves of her face, trying to see the evidence with her eyes.

  "Until recently, you didn't exactly inspire confidences, especially mine." Her smile was wry, but her eyes remained serious. "And I didn't have anything concrete to go on. I still don't really, just a lot of coincidences."

  "Like what?"

  "Like our disappearing vagrant. You saw that gap on the roof. No one could have jumped that. He had to have gotten out another way."

  "The alley."

  "It seems the most likely." She shrugged, turning away from him again.

  "So you think Nigel lied."

  "I think it's possible."

  "What about Payton? He had the entrance."

  She shook her head. "The only way off the fire escape is through the alley. And I heard someone in the bedroom, remember? He had to have gone out that way."

  Gabe didn't like the turn of the conversation, but he had to admit there was a certain amount of logic there. "That's not enough to base your distrust on, surely."

  "There's the fact that we found him holding a gun, standing over the body. But we can rely on ballistics to clear that up."

  "And that's it?" It was pretty damning, but nowhere close to airtight.

  "No." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed. "There's more. Nigel has been awfully handy. He's the one who found the supposed connection between the ballistics for Jeremy's murder and the assassination attempts in China. Remember, Payton said he'd looked into the matter, and hadn't been aware a ballistics report existed. I saw his face, Gabriel. He didn't believe Nigel for a moment."

  "So why didn't he say anything?"

  "I don't know. Maybe like me he didn't have anything concrete."

  "Is there anything else?"

  The taxi honked at a pedestrian, and they both jumped.

  She turned to meet his gaze, her gray eyes clouded with distress. "The alleged intelligence report placing Schmidt in China. Doesn't it seem just a little bit coincidental that it was a British intelligence report?"

  Gabe sighed. The evidence did seem compelling. "You think that Nigel is behind the murders?"

  "No, actually, I don't. Remember I said that I thought it was possible that someone was leading us around as a sort of decoy?"

  "Yes. And I thought it might be an attempt by the terrorists to deflect us from their real targets."

  "Well, what if they're not related? At least not like we've been thinking. What if it's an attempt to keep us from finding the real culprits? If we fail, so does the accord..." She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip.

  "And Britain wins," Gabe finished for her. It fit. He hated the fact, but he couldn't ignore it.

  His stomach twisted as he faced the probability that Nigel Ferris had betrayed him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  "I can't say that this particularly surprises me. I knew the ballistics test was bogus." Payton sat on the sofa in Gabriel's suite, his expressing reflecting disgust more than surprise.

  "Why didn't you say anything?" Gabriel asked, his arms crossed in a forbidding manner that had even Madison on edge.

  "Because initially it was just a suspicion, and then when Lin Yao confinned it, I still didn't have tangible proof. I figured it was better to wait it out and see what else surfaced." The line of Payton's scar shone white in the lamplight, the only real sign that he was anything but totally relaxed.

  Madison marveled at the fact that these men could have any relationship at all. Their entire lives consisted of lying and protecting interests that more often than not must be at odds with one another. Yet here they sat, talking about another friend, who for all practical purposes appeared to have betrayed them all.

  Harrison was keeping an eye on Nigel, pretending to take him out for a night on the town, with the promise that Madison would fill in the details for him later. She wished suddenly that he were here with her. A known quantity in a suddenly unfamiliar world.

  "Well, if Madison's hunch is correct, I'd say w
e have a hell of a lot more than speculation."

  "So what do we do with the information?" Madison asked, searching Gabriel's eyes for something of the man she'd spent the night with.

  "Hang on to it for the moment. I want full confirmation of the facts before we act. And then I suppose we give Nigel the opportunity to defend himself."

  "But won't he lie?" Again Madison was surprised at the degree of acceptance between the three of them. It was almost as if they were playing a game and Nigel had merely been caught out cheating.

  "Not to me." Gabriel shook his head, his smile meant to be comforting. "If you're right, he's only been doing his job, and I suspect it hasn't been particularly pleasant for him. He could even be relieved to have it all out in the open."

  "What about retribution?"

  "Things don't necessarily work that way in espionage, Madison."

  "All's fair in love and war?" She was surprised at the note of bitterness in her voice.

  Gabe shrugged. "Something like that. Retribution is a funny thing. It tends to keep reciprocating and sometimes the better part of valor is to simply let things slide. The CIA isn't likely to go on record condemning a British operative. Especially when the Agency had a part in his involvement in the first place."

  "So they care more about their own reputation than right and wrong?"

  "It's a gray area, right and wrong. As I said before it's all perception. What we view as right is wrong for someone else. In this case the accord is a good thing for the president, and a disastrous thing for England's prime minister. And while it would have been better if they hadn't become involved, the price of exacting retribution from them would cost more than the original transgression."

  "I suppose you could call it a question of diplomacy," Payton said.

  "A man died, for God's sake. And Nigel may very well be responsible."

  "It's not as if Schmidt was an exemplary member of society." Payton shrugged.

  "Like you'd know anything about that." The words were out before she had time to think about them, and she immediately wished them back.

  But Payton smiled. "Things aren't always what they seem, Madison."