Gone Tomorrow - Lee Child [67]
“Before what? What do you want to do to the guy?”
Lila Hoth looked surprised.
“Do?” she said. “We don’t want to do anything. We just want to talk to him, that’s all. We want to ask him, why? Why would he do that, to two other human beings?”
Chapter 38
Lila Hoth finished her tea, and put her cup down on her saucer. Bone china clinked politely on bone china. She asked, “Will you go get Susan’s information for me?”
I didn’t answer.
She said, “My mother has waited a long time.”
I asked, “Why has she?”
“Time, chance, means, opportunity. Money, mostly, I suppose. Her horizons have been very narrow, until recently.”
I asked, “Why was your husband killed?”
“My husband?”
“Back in Moscow.”
Lila paused, and said, “It was the times.”
“Same for your mother’s husband.”
“No. I told you, if Sansom had shot him in the head, like what happened to my husband, or stabbed him in the brain, or broken his neck, or whatever else Delta soldiers were taught to do, it would have been different. But he didn’t. He was cruel instead. Inhuman. My father couldn’t even roll to his rifle, because they had stolen his rifle.”
I said nothing.
She said, “You want a man like that in your Senate?”
“As opposed to what?”
“Will you give me Susan’s confirmation?”
“No point,” I said.
“Why not?”
“Because you wouldn’t get anywhere near John Sansom. If any of what you say actually happened, then it’s a secret, and it’s going to stay a secret for a very long time. And secrets are protected, especially now. There are already two federal agencies at work on this. You just had three guys asking questions. At best, you’ll be deported. Your feet won’t touch the ground, all the way back to the airport. They’ll put you on the plane in handcuffs. In coach. The Brits will pull you off the plane at the other end and you’ll spend the rest of your life under surveillance.”
Svetlana Hoth stared into space.
I said, “And at worst, you’ll just disappear. Right here. One minute you’ll be on the street, and then you won’t be. You’ll be rotting in Guantanamo, or you’ll be on your way to Syria or Egypt so they can kill you there.”
Lila Hoth didn’t speak.
“My advice?” I said. “Forget all about it. Your father and your uncle were killed in a war. They weren’t the first, and they won’t be the last. Shit happens.”
“We just want to ask him why.”
“You already know why. There had been no declaration of hostilities, therefore he couldn’t kill your guys. It’s about the rules of engagement. There’s a heavy-duty briefing before every mission.”
“So he let someone else do it for him.”
“It was the times. Like you said, it might have started World War Three. It was in everyone’s interest to avoid that.”
“Have you looked at the file? Did Susan really have the confirmation? Just tell me, yes or no. I won’t do anything without actually seeing it. I can’t.”
“You won’t do anything, period.”
“It wasn’t right.”
“Invading Afghanistan in the first place wasn’t right. You should have stayed home.”
“Then so should you, from all the places you went.”
“No argument from me.”
“What about freedom of information?”
“What about it?”
“America is a country of laws.”
“True. But do you know what the laws actually say now? You should read the Herald Tribune more carefully.”
“Are you going to help us?”
“I’ll ask the concierge to call you a cab to the airport.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s the best help anyone could give you.”
“Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”
I didn’t answer.
“Anything at all?”
“No,” I said.
We all went quiet after that. The tea expert brought the check. It was in a padded leather wallet. Lila Hoth signed it. She said, “Sansom should be called to account.”
“If it was him,” I said. “If it was anybody.” I took Leonid’s phone out of my pocket and dumped it on the table. I pushed my chair back and got ready to leave.
Lila said, “Please