The Hunted. Rachel Lee

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СКАЧАТЬ Erin spoke without opening her eyes. “Rita was a rush.”

      “What?”

      “Hurricane Rita. I covered it. Can’t say it was a happy rush.” Her eyes opened, as blue as gas flames.

      “It hit us hard. It kind of got lost in the wake of Katrina. It wasn’t as bad because there were no levees left to break.” She stretched and yawned, then winced a little. “My neck is getting stiff.”

      “Not surprising. You took a pretty hard blow.”

      She stretched again, more cautiously, and curled up in the other direction. The TV commentator was now talking about desertification. Erin indicated the TV with a slight wave of her hand. “You listen to too much of that, you might get depressed.”

      “It’s background noise. I already know about it.”

      “Yeah? Do you do anything about it?”

      He tilted his head a little to one side. “Do you?”

      “Parry,” she said, with a smile that barely creased the corners of her eyes. “You’re as good as I am at dodging questions. Ever consider becoming a politician?”

      “I’d have to sell my soul. And you didn’t answer my question.”

      “That’s a two-way street. But yes, I try to do my part. I walk or take public transportation. I’ve replaced all my incandescent bulbs with those compact fluorescent ones. I don’t turn on my heat unless my fingers turn blue, and I do without air-conditioning unless it’s night and I can’t sleep. I also try not to buy anything that had to come from far away. You can’t always tell, but ‘grown in Chile’ or ‘made in China’ are good indicators.”

      “You’re doing better than I am, then.”

      “Aha.”

      But the reaction lacked spirit. They were walking around the edges of a peril that could destroy them both, trying to reach for some level of normalcy and banter.

      He knew all about that, and he suspected she did, too, from the way she was behaving. Sometimes you just had to ignore the elephant in the room, especially when you couldn’t deal with it right that instant. The other elephant, the one unfolding before them on TV, seemed more like a parable than a science program.

      Finally Erin spoke. “I guess I’m going to have to trust you.”

      He looked at her. “That’s another two-way street.”

      “Is it?” She appeared dubious.

      “Yes. I could get fired, too. I could get killed, too.”

      “Then why?”

      He returned his gaze to the TV, knowing he had to offer an answer, but unwilling to get too personal.

      Finally he found a way. “I’ve spent my entire career in the Bureau trying to nail white slavers. I spend my personal time on it. It’s an obsession.”

      She fell silent in thought. “But you do other stuff?”

      “Of course. It’s part of my job. But finding the missing is my specialty. It’s what I do best. And my life doesn’t matter a hill of beans if I can put one white slaver into prison or save the life of one kid.”

      He turned to her again and found her eyes had darkened, as if someone had turned down the gas flame and replaced it with blue ink.

      “I believe you,” she said. “It’s like that for me, too. I don’t have a personal score to settle or anything, but the idea of those little kids…” She trailed off, frowning. “I make my living with words, but I deal in facts, so it’s hard for me to explain what I’m feeling. I just knew, when my source tipped me off to this, that it wasn’t a story I was going to let go.”

      “Then we’re on the same page.”

      “Maybe.” She stared at him hard, as if trying to see into him. He stared right back. He wasn’t one to blink.

      “Okay,” she said finally. “Where do I start?”

      “How about telling me just how much about this you shared with your editors? Then I’ll have some idea what the bad guys know.”

      “I didn’t tell them much.”

      “Apparently it was enough.”

      She sighed and touched the side of her head.

      “Where are those pain pills?”

      “In your upper left vest pocket.” He went to the kitchenette to retrieve a club soda out of the fridge and then poured it into a glass for her. Then he returned to the couch, crossed his legs loosely and waited while she swallowed the medicine.

      “You don’t trust easily, do you?” he asked.

      “Apparently this time I trusted too much.”

      One corner of his mouth lifted. “That’s how we learn, Erin.”

      “Yeah, right. By being whacked on the head.” But he saw her gaze drift to the badge clipped to his belt. “I usually have an adversarial relationship with cops.”

      “What do you mean?”

      “Oh, I jolly around with them and build relationships, but I’m always trying to learn things they don’t want me to know. Things they’ve done wrong. Things they haven’t done that they should have. They see my role as being their mouthpiece. I see my role as being the public’s eyes and ears. The two are not the same.”

      “Of course not.”

      She raised her gaze to meet his. “It’s going to be weird being on the same team.”

      He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands. “Here’s how I see it. You’re not going to walk away from this story, no matter what they’ve done. Firing you. Taking your work. Breaking into your place. Putting you in the hospital. You’re not giving up, right?”

      “No way!”

      “If I can see that, having known you only a few hours, then they know it, too. So now you’re the best source I have on an international crime ring, and the bad guys know you’re not quitting. I wouldn’t walk away from the crime regardless. I’m also not walking away and leaving you in their crosshairs. Since we’re stuck with each other, we may as well work together.”

      She seemed to consider it for a moment before replying. “You have access to resources that I can’t get to on my own. So sure, we can work together. Just don’t try to shut down my story once this is over. You can put these people in jail, but I can put them on the nightly news. Which do you think will cost them more?”

      He nodded. “You can write it once we’ve got the case. I won’t gag you. But look at it this way, Erin. Right now, right this very instant, while you’re hesitating about what to share, they’re still trying to find you. Because you can lead them to their leak. Quit wasting time. They sure as hell aren’t.”

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