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"No, everything is not okay," she said, looking at him. "But, apparently, it won't be fixed anytime soon. Not that it matters. Fuck up this chance and I'm sure one will come around again...in another twenty, thirty years."
"The plan, you mean?" I said as I closed the door behind me. "Has something gone wrong? Quinn hasn't heard from Dubois, so--"
"The plan is fine...or as fine as
we can make it at this point."
"Maybe not," I said. "Quinn and I discussed something, a possible change."
I told them our thoughts on the "final" solution.
"Yeah," Jack said. "Been thinking that. It's a problem. Not just Wilkes getting off. He's arrested? He'll talk."
"About you and Evelyn. Damn it, I didn't think--"
"Doesn't matter. We can handle that. Cops know we exist. You? Still an unknown. I want to keep it that way."
"Fine, but I still say you guys are in more danger. He won't hesitate to use whatever he knows as leverage and, if that fails, he'll just give it away to make your lives difficult. That settles it, then. We can't hand him over to Dubois while he's in any condition to talk."
"Easy enough," Evelyn said. "We amend the plan so we hand over a corpse instead of a suspect. No big deal. You kill Wilkes, and Dubois will claim he did it in self-defense."
And there it was. Easy as could be. "You kill him, Nadia." I didn't even have to suggest it.
I said, "With the ambition angle, we have some leeway. Dubois might see the danger of bringing in a dead man, but he'll see the advantages, too. 'Top federal agent takes on notorious serial killer in a fight to the death...and wins' makes a lot better copy than 'Top federal agent apprehends suspect.'"
"No need to decide anything until morning, so let's take the night to think about it. In the meantime..." She glanced Jack's way.
Jack hesitated, then looked at me. "You tired? Got a smoke or two left." He took the pack from his pocket. "Should get them gone."
My gut twisted. I knew what he really wanted--to finish our argument from earlier, the one I'd walked away from.
"When the hell did you start smoking again?" Evelyn asked Jack.
"Never stopped," he said.
"I haven't seen you light up in years."
"Don't do it in front of you."
"But you'll do it in front of Dee? You really do know how to treat a lady. Take her outside in the middle of the chilly night, so you can blow smoke in her face? At least find someplace warm. There's a lounge downstairs. Order a drink, relax, have your smoke if you need it...."
I shook my head. "I don't drink before a job. And I'm beat. I'm just going to go to bed, okay?"
I didn't wait around to find out whether it was okay, just grabbed my bag and headed for the bathroom. When I came out, Jack was gone.
Evelyn started for the bathroom, but I stopped her.
"You know what Quinn does, don't you?" I said. "His angle."
A small smile. "The Boy Scout?"
"Is that his other pro name?"
She moved back into the room and sat on her bed. "Yes, but I wouldn't suggest you use it unless you want to piss him off. Seems vigilante types have this odd aversion to having it thrown in their face."
I ignored that and pressed on. "But if this is his angle, vigilantism as you call it, and he's obviously far more into it than I am, why not take him?"
She grinned. "If I were thirty years younger, Dee, I'd take him in a second. But that's just libido talking. As a student? He'd be...adequate. Nothing more."
