know what I am. You know we donât do well with frustration,â he said. Then he grabbed
her by her hurt arm and threw her across the room to smash against the vanity
table on the far wall. She just had time to see her own screaming face in the
mirror before she crashed into the glass with a shattering, tooth-rattling
noise.
Brody hurt her more after that but thankfully she
felt very little of it. She was dead long before he was finished.
IN TRANSIT: APRIL
12, T+6:46
Partner?
Chapel thought maybe Hollingshead had meant the
helicopter pilot. When he climbed on board, though, he saw that the pilot was an
air force kid who couldnât be more than twenty-fiveâand who had no idea who
Chapel was, where he was going, or what his mission was.
Chapel pulled on a crash helmet and moved the
integrated microphone around so the pilot could hear him. âNew York Cityâas fast
as we can get there.â
The pilot confirmed, and in a moment they were
airborne. The chopper cut a wide arc around the Pentagon then slewed northeast,
headed straight over Washington.
Chapel sat back in his seat and let his gaze wander
over the landscape. He considered taking a nap. It was going to be a long flight
and there wasnât much he could do until they arrived. He was too keyed up,
though. Too excitedâand scaredâand worriedâto even think about closing his
eyes.
Instead he could only let his mind race, thinking
over everything he needed to accomplish, everything he could reasonably do to
catch the detainees before they killed again. And about how it might already be
too late for the first name on the kill list.
He was lost in his own thoughts when a voice spoke
in his ear.
âGood morning, Captain,â a woman said.
It was the smokiest, most sultry voice Chapel had
ever heard. It was like someone was stroking his ear with a velvet glove.
He glanced over at the pilot, then back at the
empty seats behind him. Whoever this woman was, she wasnât onboard.
âNo,â she said, with a chiding laugh. âIâm not
there with you.â
âWho are you?â he asked.
âWhy donât you go ahead and think of me as your
guardian angel?â she suggested.
âWhat do you mean, guardian angel?â Chapel
asked.
The pilot of the helicopter glanced over at him
briefly, then shrugged and went back to flying the chopper. Apparently the pilot
wasnât hearing the voice in his ear.
That was probably for the best.
âDirector Hollingshead asked me to keep an eye on
you, cutie,â the voice said. âI work directly for him, normally, but for the
next few days Iâm all yours.â
âHe mentioned something about a partner. Whatâs
your name?â
âWell, my initials are NTK.â
He smiled despite himself. In other words, her very
name was Need to Know. âSo youâre the secretive type. I can handle that,â he
told her. âLetâs just run down the list, shall we? What is your current
location? Whatâs your rank? Whatâs your official job description?â
âAll those things are classified, and you know it.
Youâre playing with me,â she said.
âJust establishing some ground rules. All right.
Letâs try another one. Are you going to be waiting for me when I land in New
York?â Chapel asked. âSurely you can answer that, since Iâll find out one way or
another in an hour.â
âCaptain, Iâll always be with you. But this is as physical as I get. The sweet little voice in your
ear, making helpful comments and keeping you company. Iâve already been briefed
on your operation, and Iâm looking for ways right now to help.â
âIâm not sure I understand.â
The voice sighed, just a little. âLetâs put it this
way. While youâre in the field youâre not going to have a lot of time to check
your voice mail or look things up on Wikipedia. Iâll do
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