The Escape (John Puller, #3)(74)

“If you cooperate with me, I’m sure you can work a deal. You might not have to go to prison for the rest of your life. A good deal, actually.”

“I’m not going to prison. You are. Back to prison. Or dead, more likely.”

She cried out when the needle pricked her neck. She grabbed at the spot a second after Puller removed the hypodermic. He placed it on the table behind him.

She started to turn. He pulled back the hammer on his pistol. “Don’t do it.”

“What did you inject me with?” she snapped.

“Something of my own concoction. You’ll feel your heart start to beat erratically any second now.”

She clutched at her chest, which started to heave. “You poisoned me. You bastard, you poisoned me!”

“But I also have the antidote with me. You answer my questions and you can have it.”

“I can’t trust you!”

“Well, you’re going to have to, because I see limited options.”

“I will kill you,” she roared. She tried to get up, but he put a hand on her shoulder and held her down. She struggled against him but he was too strong.

“I should warn you that physical exertion such as this speeds up the process. Then not even the antidote will work. And your death will not be painless, I can assure you.”

Reynolds immediately stopped moving.

“Now, try to breathe normally. Long, slow breaths. Like you’re doing yoga. Long and slow.”

He waited while she did so.

“That’s better.” He paused, watching her in the mirror. Now came the real questioning. “Who hired you?”

“How long do I have before the antidote won’t work?”

“Five minutes, maybe less now that you let your heart rate spike. The poison has been distributed throughout your bloodstream far faster than optimal.”

“Nothing about this is optimal,” she snapped.

“Calm yourself, Susan. Let your heartbeat fall and answer my questions. Who hired you to set me up?”

“What’s the poison you administered? Tell me!” she demanded.

“An organophosphate. AKA a nerve agent.”

“Shit! And the antidote?”

“Two-PAM, pralidoxime chloride. With a little side of atropine since two-PAM isn’t great at blood-brain barrier penetration. And some pilocarpine in case there’s a reaction to the atropine.”

Reynolds started breathing easier. “You’ve got atropine?”

Puller said, “So named after Atropos, one of the three Fates in Greek mythology. She was the Fate who chose how a person was to die. I thought it appropriate under the circumstances. After all, you had counted on my being put to death by lethal injection for your crime. I’m just returning the favor. Potentially, at least.” He paused.

“Now, since time is running out, who hired you?”

“I don’t know,” she replied sharply.

“Not nearly good enough.”

“I’m telling you, I don’t know. The instructions came through a secure coded link on my private email.”

“So because of an email you committed treason?”

“It wasn’t just that. I did meet with someone.”

“The name of the person?”

“He didn’t exactly hand out business cards.”

“Well, at least I know it was a man. Who was he with?”

“Not our country.”

“Which one?”

He focused particularly hard now, awaiting her response as he watched her reflection in the glass.

She lifted her eyebrows and rubbed at her nose. “Russia,” she said.

Puller relaxed just a bit. “Okay, and he persuaded you to do what exactly?”

“What we set you up for. Providing backdoor access to our systems.”

“But after you set me up they checked for that. Why call attention to the fact?”

“They checked your access points, not anyone else’s.”

“So you threw me to the wolves to throw them off you?”

“Something like that.”

“And the back doors are still there?”

“I would assume they are.”

“And they’ve been used?”

“I doubt they paid not to use them.”

“And now you’ve been assigned to the WMD Center. Interesting.”

“That has nothing to do with anything. The Russians have WMDs. They don’t need anyone else’s.”

“That’s if you assume I believe you that it was the Russians behind this. I don’t.”

“You’ve poisoned me. Do you think I’d lie?”

“Of course I think you would. That’s what you are, a liar.”

“You have no chance, Puller. No chance at all. You’re going to die.”

“The Russians are easy to blame things on. So you mentioning them as your source is not particularly creative. I would have expected better from you.”

Reynolds blurted out, “How much time do I have left? Give me the damn antidote.”

Puller continued, as though he hadn’t heard her, “Niles Robinson said he saw me with an Iranian agent. Again, he wouldn’t have said that if Iran had actually been involved. So we can leave that rogue nation out of the mix. I’m just thinking out loud here. Feel free to jump in anytime with the actual answer.” He reached his hand into his pocket.