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What the SUV could not do, however, was match the agility of a smaller car, especially with someone as skilled as Jessica Reel behind the wheel.
She timed it perfectly, cutting the wheel hard and instantly pointing her car’s rear at the gap created by the SUV’s move, like a running back executing a cutback at the line as a hole appeared. At the same time as she pulled her pistol, she used her elbow to hit the button to roll down her window.
One would think that a car moving backward could not be as efficient as one moving forward. But the key was that Reel was moving in the direction she wanted to go, which was behind her. The SUV and sedan weren’t. Because where they wanted to go was where Reel was going, which was in the opposite direction.
Reel flew through the gap, aimed her gun, and fired. The rear tire of the SUV exploded and the tread unraveled, launching rubber crocodile hides off into the roadway. It swerved and collided with the sedan.
Clear of both vehicles, Reel let go of the gas, spun the wheel, executed a seamless J-turn that the Secret Service would have given her full marks for, and ended up with the front of her car pointed in the opposite direction.
She punched the gas once more, turned down a side street, and was gone.
Five minutes later she abandoned the car and walked away with a small bag containing clothes and other necessities that she always carried for just this sort of scenario. There was no need to wipe the car for her prints. She always wore gloves.
She entered a nearby Metro station, boarded a train, and within a few minutes was hurtling miles away from the two cars, the targeted federal judge, and her nearly premature death.
Still, with all that accomplished she gave herself a failing grade, and with good reason. Reel had always been her own harshest critic, and today she was brutal. She had committed at least five mistakes, any one of w
hich could have led to her death.
Should have led to my death.
In addition to that, she would have to change her identity yet again.
They knew her car. They would trace it back to the rental place. They would know her new name and her credit card number and her driver’s license. These were all ways to trace her. Thus those items were now useless to her.
Fortunately, she had planned for that and had backups. But she had not planned for them to be corrupted so soon. This was clearly a setback.
Even more critically, Judge Kent had been fully alerted.
It was a screwup of regrettable proportions.
She took a cab to a bank and gained entry to a safety deposit box she had rented there under the ID that had just been put at risk. There she kept additional IDs, credit cards, passports, and other documentation she would now need. She did this as quickly as possible because they were probably on their way right now.
She left the bank and walked to a cabstand. She could not stay at a hotel near the bank. That would make it far too easy for them. She took the taxi to another cabstand, got out, and waited in line for another cab. She didn’t take the first one that came through and took a long, hard look at the second.
She gave the cab an address across town. After he dropped her off, she walked for a mile in the opposite direction.
These were all extraordinary measures to a layperson, she knew. But they were actually a bare necessity in her field.
She checked into another hotel under the new identity, went to her room, and put the few things in her bag away. She cleaned and fully loaded her gun as she sat at a table by the window looking for black vehicles with tinted windows pulling up in front.
A moment later she glanced at her shirtsleeve.
She had not gotten out of the predicament entirely unscathed. The bullet had ripped through her shirt, burning her skin before embedding in the passenger door.
She rolled up her sleeve and looked at the wound. The heat from the shot had cauterized the ridge in her skin. It didn’t worry her—she had scars from past missions that made this one look lightweight by comparison.
She supposed Will Robie had his share of mementos from his missions. And he would have some fresh ones thanks to her trap on the Eastern Shore. If they ever faced off she had to hope those wounds would slow him down enough to give her an edge.
She looked at her watch. She would have to leave soon. To get to the school on time.
For now, Reel continued to stare outside as the rain fell.
It was a gloomy day. It perfectly matched her life.
They had clearly won this round. She had to hope it would be their only victory against her.
CHAPTER
23
JANET DICARLO STARED ACROSS AT ROBIE, but didn’t appear to be actually focused on him. Robie wondered if the woman was even aware he was still in her presence. It had been at least two minutes since she had dropped the bombshell on him.
“Ma’am?” said Robie gently but firmly. “You said you trained her?”
DiCarlo blinked, shot a glance at Robie, and sat back, looking slightly embarrassed.
“She was the first and only female field operative recruited to the division. I was one of the few female handlers who worked with people in your division. People at the agency thought it would be a good idea to put the two of us together. I had years of experience and she a ton of potential. She bested every man in the class that year.”
“I worked with her on some assignments early on in our careers.”
“I know,” responded DiCarlo.
Robie looked surprised by this, but DiCarlo’s expression showed he shouldn’t have been.
“We keep score, Mr. Robie. People do, you know. In everything. Sports, business, relationships.”
“And killing people,” said Robie.
“Terminating problems,” corrected DiCarlo.
“My mistake,” he said dryly.
“We admired your record,” said DiCarlo. “Jessica in particular was an admirer of yours. She often said you were the best of all of them. You graded higher than her head-to-head. You were the only one to do so.”
“Since she almost killed me I think she might have to reevaluate her opinion.”
“The key word being ‘almost.’ The fact is she didn’t kill you. You escaped from her attempt.”
“Part luck, part instinct. But that doesn’t help us get to her.”
“It may, in a way.”
DiCarlo sat forward and steepled her hands in front of her. “I have evaluated both of you as objectively as I can. I think you are equally gifted, in both similar and dissimilar ways. You think alike. You adapt well. You have ice in your veins. You pride yourselves on being one step ahead, and if the other side catches up, you can still win by changing tactics on the fly.”
“Again, how does that help me get to her?”
“It doesn’t. Not directly. I’m telling you this so that you will better know how to confront and beat her when the time comes.”
“If the time comes. I have to find her first.”
“Which leads us to the question of why she’s doing what she’s doing. That may well take us to the next target before she gets there. I see that as your best chance to catch up, so to speak. In fact, it’s probably the only way. Otherwise, you’ll always be one step behind.”
“So why do you think she’s doing it?” asked Robie.
“When I was first told that Jessica was suspected in her handler’s murder, I refused to believe it.”
“Do you still not believe it?”
DiCarlo laid her hands flat on the table. “It’s ultimately unimportant what I believe, Mr. Robie. I have been tasked to aid you in finding Jessica Reel.”
“And killing her?” Robie said. He wanted to see her reaction, because only Blue Man had expressly said they wanted her for interrogation. Everyone else, including Jim Gelder and Evan Tucker, had been either vague or silent on that point.
“You’ve been assigned to this mission long enough to know what results are desired.”
