Chapter 62 fourth quarter

Sanchez's police car swerved from Santa Fe Trail onto Borota Avenue, driving as fast as he could through the crowded downtown area during the carnival without sirens honking.Hal sternly sat in the front row with Sanchez.Decker sat hunched over in the back row between Ben and Esperanza, feeling his heart beating wildly. Esperanza spoke hastily to someone on the mobile phone, then pressed a button to end the call. "He said he would wait for us." "What if he doesn't want to tell us what we need to know?" Decker asked. "I'll give Virginia a call in that," said Ben. "He'll tell us sooner or later, I promise."

"Earlier," Decker said. "The sooner the better. It's been two hours since Beth ran down the ramp and got in that car. She could be in Albuquerque by now. God, if she went straight Going to the airport, she'll get on a flight, fly anywhere." "Let's look it up." Esperanza dialed a few numbers on the mobile phone. "Who are you calling?" "Security at the Albuquerque airport." "What if she flies from Santa Fe?" Hal asked. "I'll call there again. Our airport here has only a few small passenger planes, so it's easy to handle. No matter which one of them she takes, it's easy to find out."

There was a voice on the other end of the phone.Esperanza began to speak. At this point, Decker turned to face Ben.For a moment, he recalled distractedly a year ago.Ben and Hal drove him through Manhattan, taking turns asking him questions.Past and present are intertwined.Perhaps, the scrutiny never stopped, and what he's experiencing now is a waking nightmare. "Ben, when you came to my house, you said that when I reported the attack, some things were not clear. You want to solve these mysteries. What do you mean?" Ben pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. "Here's a facsimile copy of part of your phone report." Ben pointed, "The officer you spoke to said, 'But now we're no longer responsible to you.' You replied,' Hey, when I resigned, you obviously thought you were responsible for me. You spied on me so much that I thought your security clearance would never end. Damn, you were spied on me two months ago. '"

Decker nodded.Hearing others repeat what he had said, he seemed to have returned to the scene at that time. "What's the matter with these words?" "The official didn't make any comments at the time, but he didn't understand what your last sentence meant. He checked your file repeatedly and found that no one in our organization has been watching you." "But it's not true," Decker said. "I saw a bunch of them two months ago. I—" "Yes, we did spy on you when you first came to Santa Fe," Ben said, "but we watched your records, which seemed easier and less expensive. If you suddenly made a lot of money , and this is impossible in your new career, then we will follow you to see if you are selling secret information. But your income and expenditure are all normal. Regarding the troubles that caused you to resign , Your anger seems to have disappeared. So, there is no need for us to follow and monitor you. No matter who is monitoring you, it must not be someone we sent. "

"Do you expect me to believe that Brian McKittrick decides to spy on me in his spare time when he's not working for you?" "Brian McKittrick?" Hal snapped. "What are you talking about?" "I tell you, I've seen him." "Two months ago?" "McKittrick was the head of that surveillance team," Decker said. "But McKittrick hasn't worked for us since February." Decker didn't speak. "His father died in December," Ben said. "When there was no one to protect him anymore, those things you blamed on him started to make sense. He screwed up two more operations and the organization decided not to want him." .”

Esperanza put his hand over the receiver of the mobile phone. "Can you guys be quiet? I can't hear you. Louis?" he leaned forward to Sanchez. Car. Did the witness say that?" "The lady doesn't know much about cars." Sanchez turned a tight bend in Via Polotto. "She said it was a big car, it looked new and it was gray." "that's it?" "I'm afraid that's all." "Okay, sure," Esperanza said, "what about the driver? Did the lady catch the man's face when he jumped out of the car to put Beth Dwyer's case in the trunk?" ?”

"When it comes to people-spotting, this lady has a really good eye. He's in his early 30s, tall, solidly built, reminds her of a rugby player. Broad jaw, flaxen hair." "Broad chin? Flaxen hair—" Decker frowned. "Reminds her of a football player? Sounds like—" "Do you know anyone who looks like this?" "That's impossible." Decker gasped.What he had just heard didn't make sense, didn't make sense at all. "Brian McKittrick, that's what Brian McKittrick looks like. But if he's not working for you," Decker said to Ben, "who is he working for now? ?”