The Victim

by Jonas Saul

  “So what are you saying? I’m free to go if I help you?” Somehow she didn’t think so.

  “What I’m saying is I’ll give you a chance.”

  “What kind of chance?” Sarah asked.

  “I’m willing to hand you off to Rod. Once my wife is in my grasp, my men have orders to kill you and Rod. That’ll give you at least ten seconds to get away.”

  She gaped at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

  He shook his head.

  “That’s not a chance, that’s a death sentence. You’re giving me enough time to walk over and stand against the wall for the firing squad.”

  “I’m sorry you feel that way, because you can do a lot with ten seconds.”

  “You’re insane. Can you even hear yourself?” She collected her breath, closed her eyes for a second and asked, “And what if I refuse?”

  “Sarah, I know your talents. Even you can figure it out.”

  What was Hank talking about? How could ten seconds in a crowded mall give her any kind of chance? She looked down at her hands. They weren’t cuffed. Her ankles had no restraints.

  “You’re offering me ten seconds to run? Is that it?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s not a lot of time. In fact, it’s nothing.”

  “In an open field, you’d be right. In a crowded mall, that’s a lifetime. I’m not so above the law that I can order my men to shoot indiscriminately. There can be no, to minimal, collateral damage. The mall will be filled with women and children. You get ten seconds. Then we come after you. That’s the deal. In this case, there’s no take it or leave it. If you attempt to escape prior to the exchange with Rod, my men have orders to execute you with extreme prejudice. There’ll be no ten seconds. So, you see, the ten seconds sounds appealing now.”

  Outside, downtown Toronto raced by the windows. Torontonians walked the streets, going for lunch, shopping, thinking about the evening’s barbecue or movie they’d attend. Sometimes she yearned for that life. A simpler life.

  The car slowed, bringing her back to the here and now.

  “Joan’s life hangs in the balance,” Hank said. “If you try to run, we both know you won’t get far before my guard shoots you down. I didn’t bring him along for his good looks. He’s my best shooter. So, I’m asking you to come with me to the food court, present yourself to Rod and then walk to him. Count off ten seconds after Joan is safe with me and that’s my gift to you. That’s all I can offer in my capacity. Are we good?”

  The car stopped beside the mall doors. The driver turned on the four-ways.

  “We good?” Hank asked again.

  There was nothing else she could do. For the time being, he had her. Ten seconds was better than one or two if she ran at any other time. But could she trust him to give her that ten-second window when the time came?

  Two men stepped up to the vehicle and flanked each side of her door, waiting for it to open.

  “We’re good,” Sarah said. Without meeting his gaze, she muttered, “But you’d better give me all ten of those seconds, or I’ll come for you.” She stared at him. “Sarah Roberts always gets her man.”

  Hank laughed. “If I don’t give you ten seconds, Sarah, you’ll be dead.”

  “I guess we’ll have to see about that.”

  She opened the door and got out, the men closely flanking. She was a flight risk. Any move now would be met with swift action. She really had no play until she saw Rod.

  Hank led the way into the mall, followed by Sarah and her new escorts and the guard behind them, his gun now secreted in his waistband.

  They entered through double doors by a large McDonalds and started for an escalator to take them down one level. Sarah removed the sunglasses Hank had given her and examined the mall, taking it all in, watching for easy points to exit. Running through all these people with men chasing or even shooting at her didn’t look promising. She had to come up with something else. Her odds didn’t feel so good.

  Hank hadn’t tied her hair up. It flowed past her shoulders, in need of a trim, but similar to what she looked like before going into the complex a week ago. She wondered if anyone would recognize her, but dismissed that idea as futile because everyone thought she was dead.

  Hank probably left my hair alone so Rod would know me on the spot.

  Halfway down the escalator, she saw the doors to the underground subway. From her vantage point, she couldn’t see past them. People milled around everywhere, the mall so busy at this early afternoon hour on a Saturday.

  Even though she had to figure out a way to escape with her life, she worried about the people eating lunch and shopping in nearby stores. Unbeknownst to them, a shootout was about to take place.

  At the bottom of the escalator, Hank motioned for her to come with him. He moved to a large round pillar off to the side and placed her back to it, with him in front of her, a man on either side.

  Hank touched his earpiece and mumbled into his lapel. She hadn’t noticed his communications setup earlier. She followed his gaze and counted the men he nodded to throughout the food court and above. At a count of eight, her stomach dropped.

  Hank had said there was only six. He nodded at another man. Then another.

  She grabbed his arm and spun him around. The man on her right wrenched on her shoulder to pull her back to the pillar.

  “You said you only had six men,” Sarah said. “I count at least nine so far. What the fuck?”

  “Calm down,” Hank whispered. “I do only have six.” He looked left and right to make sure no one was watching them. He nodded at the guard on Sarah’s right and the hand on her shoulder lifted off. “There are at least twenty men in the area waiting for Rod Howley. Local law enforcement were called in. They are working in conjunction with us to stop Rod.”

  “Geez, when one of your members goes rogue, you guys really show him a good time.”

  “What Rod has done and what he knows about us—well, let’s just say, he can’t be trusted. My six men answer to me. The rest have no idea who you are or why you’re here. They aren’t a threat to you. Don’t worry, you still get your ten seconds. Rod doesn’t get any.”

  Hank turned around and whispered into his lapel again.

  There had been something in his eyes, a flicker, a twitch. She was sure he was lying about something, but she had no idea what. She wondered if the local law enforcement really knew who she was and were no threat to her. Would Hank have given that information up so easily? She knew these Sophia Project men, and their reputation was subterfuge only. Hank would never tell the locals who she was. He would lie to serve his purpose.

  “What have you told the local authorities about me?” she asked.

  He spoke into his mic, ignoring her.

  Sarah scanned the area. Nothing was familiar. Average Canadian families walked around with shopping bags and babies in their arms, some pushing strollers with no idea what was about to happen at any moment.

  Across the labyrinth of tables and chairs, two men with white-powdered faces, wearing long black overcoats stared at her. She stared back trying to see if they were watching Hank and his men or her. When she was sure they were watching her, she looked left toward the sporting goods store to see if there were others watching her. A quick look to the right toward the rest of the small fast-food restaurants revealed nothing.

  When she looked for the two men in black overcoats, they were gone. Something about them disturbed her. She frantically searched the immediate area, but didn’t see them.

  Her hand numbed.

  Oh, no, not now, Vivian. I have nothing to write on.

  The numbness faded, pins and needles came and went. She flexed her hand and tried to calm her nerves.

  I know you’re with me. Thanks, Vivian.

  “Hank?” she called.

  He checked the time on his watch and then half-turned to her. “What?”

  “Are any of your men dressed in black overcoats?”

  He frowned, met the eyes of hi
s guards and then brought his attention back to her. “No. Why do you ask?”

  “Nothing.”

  The two men weren’t just curious. The look in their eyes held intent. She’d seen it before. They were up to something and they weren’t part of Hank’s crew.

  Who are they? Rod Howley’s men?

  She hopped from one foot to the other. She would only get one chance at this. Her heart rate increased, adrenaline flowed. She flexed her arms and fingers and waited for Rod to show.

  “Hank?” Sarah said again.

  “What?” he said without turning around, an edge of agitation in his voice.

  “What if Rod calls at the last minute and sets a new place to meet? Or what if he doesn’t show at all?”

  “He’ll show. I’m not worried about that. I know him.”

  “Yeah, but he’ll know you have the place surrounded. Why would he willingly walk into the trap?”

  “Because he thinks he holds all the cards. We won’t move on him as long as he has Joan and once he gets you, he thinks we won’t move in on him.”

  “Why’s that?”

  Hank half-turned to her again. “Because he knows how good you are and doesn’t imagine that we would kill you. Yet. That’s where he’s wrong.”

  “Gee, thanks. Why am I helping you again?”

  “You’re not helping. You’re here because you have no other choice.”

  “I could kill you with my bare hands within three to five seconds. So I actually do think I have a choice …”

  “What did you just say?” a voice to her left asked.

  She looked into the eyes of a tall, dark-skinned man with a barrel chest. He towered over her by at least a foot.

  “Don’t worry about her, Detective Waller. She’s here to help the exchange take place.”

  He scowled down at Sarah. “It sounded like she just uttered a death threat.” His deep voice resonated through her. It was the kind of voice she envisioned her husband having one day. The kind that made her feel safe, protected and cherished.

  “She did,” Hank said. “She’s pissed off that she has to be here, but don’t worry about that. She’s my problem. Is everyone in place?”

  Detective Waller’s piercing green eyes turned and met Hank’s gaze. “Yes, all my men have been told about your sex offender.”

  Sarah coughed out a chuckle, then clamped a hand over her mouth.

  Detective Waller turned to her and leaned in close to her. “Do you find something funny, little girl?”

  Hank reached around and pulled Waller back up by his arm. “As I said a moment before, disregard her. She doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation.”

  “Remind me why she’s here again. If this guy is meeting us here, why do you need her? We’ll just pick him up. Quick and clean.”

  “Do you know Parkman?” Sarah asked Waller. “He must be here. How about it, is Parkman around?”

  “I appreciate your cooperation,” Hank said to Waller, completely ignoring Sarah. “But I’ve worked with this guy Rod for many years. He’s a professional. The odds of just picking him up quick and clean are low. We have to do this right and for that, we need her. Now, are your men in place?”

  Waller nodded. He kept sneaking glances at Sarah but didn’t say anything more to her. She wondered if he recognized her from all the recent media attention she had gotten.

  “Good,” Hank said. “It’s three minutes to one, so get everybody ready. Howley is probably already here.”

  Detective Waller took one more look at Sarah and stepped away, disappearing in the throng of shoppers seconds later.

  Hank backed into the shadows, crowding Sarah. He lifted his lapel and said, “Everyone, be ready. This is it. First one to spot Howley, radio it in. And remember, he may have his own people with him. No weapons. I repeat, no weapons in the mall. Tasers only. Subdue and secure. Clear?”

  Numerous men chimed in, but Sarah could only hear a metallic reply from Hank’s earphone.

  Her hand went numb again. She shook it off and mumbled, “Not now.”

  The guards on either side looked at her. Hank half-turned. “What not now?” he asked.

  “Nothing.” She widened her eyes, smiled and shrugged for a brief moment like a crazy person.

  “What not now?” Hank asked again.

  “Vivian is trying to tell me something. I don’t like this. Something’s wrong here. It doesn’t feel right.”

  Hank scanned the crowd and adjusted his earpiece. “What doesn’t feel right?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. It just … feels off somehow.”

  “We have a minute left. This is no time for a conscience or nerves.”

  “I’m not talking about nerves, asshole. Rod wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t kidnap Joan and then set up a meeting to exchange for me. He knows you and what you would do to him. Something’s not right. The more I think about it, the more it just feels off.”

  “You know, you’re right. This doesn’t feel like Rod. But desperate people do desperate things.”

  “Yeah, so why exchange for me? What does he want with me?”

  “You saved his life, didn’t you?”

  “So?”

  “He’s returning the favor.”

  Sarah shook her head. “No, he would do something else. He would contact your superiors or get his own team together to come after me. Hell, he could’ve organized a visit to your compound and broke me out if he wanted to. But kidnapping your wife? Doesn’t feel right. Too personal.”

  “You’re telling me this now because …” Hank scanned the area again and checked his watch. “This is it. It’s one p.m.”

  “It all happened so fast. The alarm at the complex, you putting me on the helicopter. I haven’t really thought about it until now.”

  “Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s going to show any second. We’re out of time.”

  Chapter 5

  Since Sarah woke to sirens in her cell that morning, she hadn’t fully grasped the seriousness of the situation. A week in one room, solitary confinement with only a book, her pen, and a pad of paper to keep her company had dulled her senses.

  Her food had arrived through a slot in the door. Nothing had tasted good. Hank and his men had been her only visitors. He came each morning and relieved her of any written prophecies from her sister.

  They had given her one novel. Swan Song by Robert McCammon. She thought of Swan, the main character in that novel now. Even after nuclear war, Swan had carried on and brought life to all that she touched. Lucifer had walked the earth, but Swan was untouchable. Evil may have won, but it would never conquer.

  Sarah felt like that now. She would walk away from this as long as she was smart. These men had orders to kill her. There had to be an escape without harming the public.

  The sporting goods store was no more than twenty feet away. She could cover that distance in seconds. All she had to do was wait for Rod Howley to show with Hank’s wife and she would be ready. There was no way Hank would order her shot down in the middle of the food court. He was counting on her running out the subway doors or up the escalator to the ground level. That gave him time to chase her and catch her away from all these people. He didn’t count on her staying on this level and fighting back. She had nothing but her hands to fight with. They had weapons.

  But Rod hadn’t shown and Hank was growing increasingly agitated. He whispered into his lapel and wiped his forehead. His men moved closer, edging around the perimeter of the food court, jockeying for a better position to watch for Howley.

  Still, nothing happened.

  “Shit,” Hank exclaimed, slapping a fist into his open palm. “Where the fuck is he?”

  He stepped out farther. Anyone on the level above could see him now.

  Sarah waited and watched. This was her only chance. Even if Rod didn’t show, she would have to make a break for it. If she was locked in a cell, there was no way Hank would ever let her back out again.

  Her hand numbed an
d then cleared.

  I know, Vivian. I’m ready.

  Sarah saw her first. A lone woman standing on the other side of the food court. She looked sickly pale. Her lipstick smeared past her lips on each side of her face making a line across her cheeks. She was crying.