Spider - Michael Morley [84]
Tariq was shocked and confused. Three words blazed off the screen back at him: ‘HA! HA! HA!’
53
FBI Field Office, New York
Howie Baumguard finished his call with the Director of the FBI and speed-dialled Jack King’s cell number. His eyes never left the news bulletin on the TV screen.
In Rome, Jack was already asleep. The third rude peel of ring tone woke him. ‘Hello,’ he said groggily.
‘Jack, it’s Howie, I’m real sorry to wake you, I guess you were sleeping –’
Jack flicked on a bedside light. ‘Yeah, oddly enough you guessed right. Sleep is that freaky thing that oddballs like me do every night for as long as we possibly can.’
Howie gunned up the sound a little on the TV as he spoke. ‘I’m sorry, buddy, I’m not dicking around, I had to call you. We’ve got a real shit storm blowing up.’
Jack dropped his smart-ass act. ‘What’s wrong? Are you okay?’
‘I’m fine, no worries, but we’ve got a situation and it looks like it’s related to our favourite sociopath, old BR-fucking-K himself.’
The mention of the Black River Killer was enough to get Jack to sit up. ‘How do you mean? Go slowly with me, buddy; I’m not fully awake yet.’
‘Well, this sure as hell is going to wake you up. You know Pan Arabia, the Arab channel set up in competition to Al Jazeera, the guys who do the special line in Bin Laden home videos?’
Jack rubbed sleep from his eyes. ‘Yeah, I was part of one of the early validation teams that checked them out.’
‘Well, they’ve got themselves one hell of a fucking exclusive this morning. They just friggin’ well ran some video footage and a story about a woman being held hostage and being tortured to death.’
Jack struggled to catch it all. ‘I don’t get it, Howie; you’re going to have to go slower, man. They’ve got pictures of an Arab woman hostage and you think it’s somehow connected to BRK?’
‘Fuck!’ said Howie. ‘I’m sorry. Let me start again. They’re running an exclusive story on their English news channel, not their normal Arab output, video footage and a voiceover from their chief crime guy, Tariq el Daher. The report they’ve cobbled together shows a young white woman chained up in some kind of dark room. She looks in a hell of a fucking way. They’re rerunning it now if you can find it on your TV over there.’
‘I’ll look when we’re done,’ said Jack, straining his eyes open. ‘I’m still spaced-out at the moment.’
‘Jack, you should see this girl, she looks really beat-up and distressed. Our friend Tariq showed a copy to some dumb-ass detective on Homicide down at the NYPD and got quotes enough to stand up a line that there’s a nationwide hunt to find this kid before she gets croaked.’
‘How do you know the footage is for real?’ asked Jack, his brain in gear at last.
‘I’m pretty sure it is,’ said Howie. ‘There’s a copy of USA Today on the floor in the video and it’s dated July the second, and here’s the clincher, Jack, there were three other pieces of paper in the video, spelling out the words “HA! HA! HA!”’
Jack’s head started to pound. ‘Was it written the same way BRK did in his note here in Italy?’
‘The very same way,’ said Howie. ‘All big capitals.’
‘Holy fuck!’ The worst of Jack’s fears were coming true. The Italian connection was indeed a red herring, just as he’d told Orsetta he suspected. And, as he’d also guessed, BRK had been planning a new spree of America-based violence that was turning out to be unthinkably horrendous. ‘Howie, do you really think this girl is being held right now by BRK somewhere in America? You reckon we’ve just been pissing in the wind over here in Italy?’
Howie could feel Jack’s pain and humiliation. ‘That seems to be the top and bottom of it. Italy’s a false trail, laid just for us. I’m sure he had a lot of fun laying it, a creep like him would, but his real action is Stateside, always has been, always will be.’
Jack’s mind focused on the videotape. He knew the film was going to turn out to be more than a one-off