Last Chance to Die. Noah Boyd

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СКАЧАТЬ she walked to the phone, she decided to lighten the mood and try to initiate some sort of interim peace. “I know it’s been a while since the FBI fired you, but nobody gets called out on Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Year’s Eve. It’s in our latest contract.” She picked up the receiver. “Kate Bannon. Oh, hi, Tim. Happy New Year.” She listened and after a few seconds turned her back to Vail.

      He sat down on his suitcase and waited for the inevitable change of plans.

      She hung up and said, “A seven-year-old boy was abducted in Reston, Virginia, which is two towns over from here.”

      When she didn’t offer any other details, he said, “The FBI doesn’t have jurisdiction for twenty-four hours in an abduction. Why did they call you?”

      “The Reston chief is a retired agent from the Washington Field Office. We go back a lot of years. He’s a good guy, but something like this, he’s probably in over his head. His entire career was working applicant cases, asking the same handful of questions about character and loyalty. Would you mind if we stopped there on the way? It shouldn’t take long. He just needs some reassurance—you know, what help the Bureau can give him. Maybe a little direction.”

      In a cryptic tone, Vail said, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

      “You wouldn’t miss what?” she asked suspiciously.

      “You pretending not to get involved to prove to me, and yourself, that your career isn’t what’s come between us.”

      “If you’re trying to ensure that there’ll be no talking on the way, congratulations.” She handed him her keys. “There’s one more call I have to make, would you mind warming up the car?”

      Vail gave her an inquiring look and then started laughing. “No wonder you’re able to resist my charms. You have a date.”

      “It’s not actually a—”

      Vail held up his hands. “Kate, it’s fine. I was hoping you weren’t serious about it being over. That’s why I came. Obviously I was wrong. I’ll go start the car.”

      Five minutes later Kate walked into the garage and climbed behind the wheel. As soon as they pulled out, Vail asked, “How long has the boy been gone?”

      “So we are going to talk.”

      “I’m just trying to establish the parameters of your momentary detour.”

      “Why?”

      “So I’ll be able to mark the exact second you violated the estimate of your involvement.”

      “You really think you’ve got me figured out, don’t you?”

      “Not that it matters anymore, but oh yeah,” Vail answered.

      She turned to him, wanting to look indignant but knowing she couldn’t pull it off. Then she told him, “Tim said about five hours.”

      “You do understand that the chances of him being found alive are not good.”

      “Then I guess you do understand that’s why I have to go.”

      Vail stared straight ahead for a moment. “I do.”

      KATE FLASHED HER CREDENTIALS at the police officer behind the glass, and he opened the door for her and Vail. They were led to a small conference room where more than a dozen police officers and detectives sat crowded around a conference table designed for half that number.

      The chief, Tim Mallon, rose anxiously and shook hands with her. She introduced him to Vail. One of the officers got up so Kate could sit down and Vail backed up against the closest wall.

      Mallon handed Kate a sheet of paper and a photo. “That’s the boy, Joey Walton, and the BOLO we put out along with the Amber Alert. He and his parents were at a local New Year’s Eve 5K run. It also had a half-mile race for the kids. The parents watched the start, and by the time they got to the finish line, he was gone. No one’s seen him since.”

      Kate said, “Okay, Tim, what can the Bureau do for you?”

      “I was hoping you could tell me. Obviously, we could use a profiler and anything else along those lines you can think of.”

      “As soon as we’re done here, I’ll make some calls. I assume you’re looking into registered sex offenders in the area.”

      The chief nodded at a detective sitting halfway around the table, who said, “I’m expecting a list any minute.”

      “I guess that’s going to be the best lead for now.”

      “What else?” Mallon asked.

      “Put out a plea to the media, along with the boy’s photo.”

      “That’s been done, Kate. And we have the parents doing interviews, trying to personalize the boy for whoever took him,” Mallon said. “Isn’t there anything else we can do?”

      “Sometimes you just have to give the public some time to respond. There’s a chance somebody knows who did this.”

      “I’m sorry, I don’t want to sit and wait. There must be something we can do to be more proactive. What would you do if it were a Bureau case?”

      She hesitated a moment, glancing back at Vail. “Tim, I’m sorry. I’ve never worked kidnappings, but I can make some calls and see if we can get someone out here from the Washington Field Office.”

      Mallon looked confused. “Kate, I spent twenty years at WFO. If I thought someone there had the answer, I wouldn’t have called you.” He looked around the men at the table, hoping someone would offer an idea of what to do next.

      Kate said, “I misjudged what you needed, Tim.” Then she got up and, with an apologetic grin to him, handed Vail the photo and the BOLO. “How about it, Steve? Can you give them a hand?”

      Somewhat surprised, the chief said, “I’m sorry, Steve, are you with the Bureau?”

      “Actually, I’m a bricklayer. From Chicago.” He handed the items back to Kate. “In fact, I’m on my way back there now.”

      Mallon shot a confused look at Kate. “Steve’s a former agent who has helped us in the past. Take my word, right now you want him in the room.”

      “Sorry, Steve,” Mallon said. “You’re both dressed up. I thought you were just Kate’s date.”

      Vail smiled disarmingly. “Funny how easy it is to make that assumption.”

      Sensing some rift between the two of them, the chief said, “Steve, if you can help, we’d be grateful. This is a seven-year-old boy’s life we’re talking about.”

      Vail pushed himself off the wall with obvious reluctance, his eyes locked onto Kate’s, purposely without emotion. “Sure.” Vail looked around the table. “Any of you ever work a child kidnapping by a stranger before?” One older uniformed officer raised his hand unconvincingly. Vail took a moment to consider something. “Chief, I’d recontact all the media outlets and СКАЧАТЬ