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“Reach out to Jinyan.”
I watched Emerson’s father raise his eyebrows.
“Don’t give me that shit, Matrix. You’re in contact with him, I know you are.” The ambassador turned to me. “Will you excuse us, young man?”
“Of course.” I stood and walked out. Before the door closed behind me, I heard the ambassador tell me not to go very far.
What I really needed to do was call Z, who likely knew at least some of this already, but certainly not that Ambassador Stevens had gotten involved, or the role Rick Charles was playing in this.
I’d been waiting less than five minutes when Emerson’s father came out and closed the door behind him.
“Let’s go,” he said, motioning for me to follow.
“Sir?” I asked when we walked out and the same SUV that met us on the tarmac was waiting at the curb.
“I’ll explain once we’re on the plane.”
I nodded and followed. What the hell else could I do?
—:—
When the plane landed at the private airfield near Logan, Rick’s vehicle was waiting on the tarmac like the SUV had been when we arrived in Washington. It wasn’t until we’d almost arrived at the house that he pulled the car over.
“I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.”
“I should really?—”
He held up his hand. “I’ll be inside when you’re finished talking to Z.”
I could hear my boss laughing when he answered my call. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Lynx. I don’t know how you did it, but somehow you got an audience with not just Buster Stevens but Matrix Charles as well. You might just get knighted for this one—that’s if you manage to get Dr. Benjamin the hell out of China without giving up the Chinese dissidents.”
And Saint, I thought to myself, but knew better than to say it out loud. At this point, it was more likely Z would rather leave him there to rot.
“My plan was to return to London.”
“Are you daft? I know agents who would give their right arm to be in your position. You’ll stay put until you get further orders from me.”
18
EMERSON
GIVE YOUR PARENTS MY THANKS.
No matter how many times I picked up the note and read it, no other words magically appeared.
“Good morning, honey. Where’s your friend?”
I folded the piece of paper Lynx had left on the daybed next to me and shoved it in my pocket. “He had to leave. He said to thank you and Dad.”
“I’m sorry he couldn’t stay longer. It looked like you enjoyed his company and vice versa. Can I get you more coffee?”
Nodding, I picked up my cup and handed it to her.
“He’s the young man from London, right?”
“You sound like Grandma Charles right now.”
“I suppose I do,” she said, pulling out the chair next to me. “You don’t look happy.”
