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“No, Frank, I’ve been paranoid for a long time.”
CHAPTER
21
DO YOU believe in God?” Waller asked Alan Rice.
They had just gotten off Waller’s plane after a long flight. Now the two men were riding in the back of a rental Escalade on the way to a meeting. Rice had his gaze on the laptop screen where numbers flew across. If he was surprised by his employer’s question he didn’t show it. “I haven’t thought about it since I was a child, really.”
Waller looked interested. “And if you thought about it now?”
“I would come down on the
side that says one should hedge his bets, though I must admit I haven’t exactly been doing that very well.”
Waller looked disappointed. “Really?”
“But with the caveat that one should still count on individual efforts in getting what one wants in life rather than praying to something one can’t see.”
Waller looked pleased by this answer.
“I take it you are not a practitioner of a faith, Evan?”
“On the contrary, I pray every morning and night and go to church every week. I believe in God with all my heart, as did my mother and her mother before her. The French love the good life, but are very pious about their faith, you know.”
“But I don’t understand—”
Waller waved him off. “I don’t condemn others for not believing or, as you say, ‘hedging your bets.’ They must deal with God at some point.” He stared at Alan. “You must deal with God at some point.”
Rice was quick to glance back at the computer screen before an unfortunate choice of words or telling facial expression escaped from him. Then you must deal with God too. And I don’t believe praying twice a day and going to church will save you from hell. Those words would have cost him his life. “So tonight?” he prompted.
Waller nodded slowly and rolled down the window a bit to let in some air. “Another religious vexation, actually. The men we are meeting believe that whoever they kill in life will serve them in death. They also believe that virgins await them in paradise. I’m surprised more men have not converted to Islam based on that concept alone.”
“They might have except for the fact of wives’ putting their feet down on their husbands’ necks.”
“Alan, you are in rare form tonight.”
Rice said in a serious tone, “This is quite a different sideline for you. Dealing with Islamic terrorists?”
“Are you not tired of the Asian whores? How many units does it take to fill the crotches of Western male civilization?”
“Apparently more than we can obtain. But the money is colossal and steady. It’s the cash flow engine for all our other endeavors.”
“A man needs fresh challenges.”
“But highly enriched uranium? To make a nuclear device? It could as easily go off in Montreal as New York. I would not put great faith in their aim.”
“The world needs to be shaken up a bit, don’t you think? Too staid. Too predictable. Those on top have been there a long time. Perhaps too long.”
“I didn’t know you had an interest in geopolitics.”
“There are many things you don’t know about me. But I think we are here.”
Rice looked out the window and saw the building come into view. The plane ride had been very turbulent in the final twenty minutes as they had landed at the tail end of a passing thunderstorm, and the thirty-mile ride out into a rural part of the country had done nothing to settle his stomach. The people they were meeting with were making his belly uneasy for another reason. His boss, of course, had been undisturbed by the storm, or, apparently, by the upcoming meeting.
Anyone who was looking for the parts to a nuclear weapon so that they could detonate it and kill as many people as possible was of course insane. Rice could accept that his employer was at least partially insane, but he had learned how to survive around the man. The folks tonight were an unknown entity. He’d wished that Waller had not insisted that he come.
When he’d attempted to decline the request, Waller was predictably blunt in his response. “The right-hand man cannot select his encounters. And the squeamish cannot be the right-hand man. And, unfortunately for you, I have no use at all for any other body part you possess, Alan.”
