Walk the Wire (Amos Decker #6)(40)
The man pointed to the hole punched in the brick. “Forty-four-caliber steel jacketed with an incendiary, mini-explosive kicker. Someone really wanted to make sure that you would be joining the ranks of the dearly departed.”
“But you saved my ass. Why?”
“It’s my job.”
“Why?”
“That’s it.”
“What happened to the other guy?”
“He was my job, too.”
“And what happened to him?”
“That’s it.”
Decker looked flustered by this odd response. “What’s going on?”
“We’re counting on you to get us there, Mr. Decker.”
“Who’s us?”
“I won’t insult your intelligence.”
“And if I can’t get us there?”
“Not an option. That’s your job.”
“I’m here to investigate a murder. I don’t know about the rest of this. I don’t know about whatever element you’re attached to.”
“We’re on the same team, just a different division.”
Decker looked him up and down. “When did you get into town?”
“Just in time for you, it seems.”
“How long have you been following me?”
“Not long enough to really give you any answers. How did it go tonight other than the shitheads, and the shooter?”
“So you saw the shitheads, too?”
The man nodded. “I would have intervened, but you and your buddy seemed to have it covered, and revealing myself for the JV team was not an ideal use of my time. It would have spooked the guy who took the shot.”
“The shitheads had everything to do with my ‘buddy’ and not with me.”
“But not the shooter. He had everything to do with you.”
“Someone doesn’t want the truth to come out?”
“There’s always somebody who doesn’t want the truth to come out. So what did you learn tonight?”
“I learned about fracking,” answered Decker.
The man studied him. “You consider that a good use of your time?”
“If you’ve got a reason why’s it’s not, I’m listening.”
“Not enough for you not to cover that angle.”
“You obviously know something is going on in this place.”
“I just don’t know the something. I’m not a detective. My talents lie elsewhere.”
“Did you get the shooter?”
“He won’t be bothering you again.”
“We can question him,” suggested Decker.
“He won’t be bothering you again.”
“Are you telling me he’s dead? He could have led us somewhere.”
“He would have led us nowhere. Probably at least four layers between him and where we need to go. Waste of time, and we don’t have time to waste.”
“Did you just kill him?” said Decker.
“Does it matter to you?”
“I’m a cop. Shit like that does matter to me.”
“You let me worry about that. You do what you do. We’re counting on you.”
“If this is such a big deal, how come we don’t have more federal assets here?”
“Stealth, Mr. Decker.”
“Why do I think you didn’t fly commercial into North Dakota?”
“It’s a free country. You can think what you want. I won’t stop you.”
“How do I get in touch with you, then? And you with me?”
“We’ll figure a way.”
“Can you tell me your name, at least?”
The man hesitated, the first instance of indecision Decker had glimpsed in the fellow.
“It’s Robie. Will Robie.”
“WILL ROBIE? He told you his freaking name?”
Jamison was staring across at a soaked Decker, who was leaning against the wall of her hotel room dripping water on her carpet. Decker had come directly back to the hotel, knocked on her door, and woken her up, and now she was sitting on her bed in sweat-pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt staring at him incredulously.
“Yeah, he did.”
“So let me get this straight. First you got attacked by a bunch of morons and you and Baker beat them up?”
“They were after Stan, not me.”
“Then someone tries to shoot you with an exploding bullet, only this Robie guy saves your butt. After that he runs off and takes out the guy who was trying to kill you. And then he comes back and intimates to you that there’s something big going down in this town and we’re expected to find out what it is really quickly with no other assets coming our way.”
“That’s actually a pretty good summary.”
Jamison slumped against the headboard. “And this Will Robie actually said he was on our side?”
“Different division, same team, he said. But the most interesting thing I found out tonight was what Stan told me the guy from the air station said.”
“That we’re sitting on a time bomb? Yeah, that’s comforting,” she said sarcastically.
“Stan thought his name was Ben. And he was in uniform, so it was before Vector took over out there.”