A sigh. “I wanted to,” she said. “Got vetoed.”
At least she was smart enough not to deny the obvious. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but I can’t deal if you break agreements.”
“I can offer you a deal. How about if you come and talk to me and my boss.”
“I must decline your kind invitation. I’m sorry, you’ve bruised my trust.”
She was quiet for a moment and her voice softened. “Randall. I know you have a daughter. Tamara. I could make it so you can see Tamara again.”
A chill slipped into his chest like a knife. “You stay the hell away from my kid. And my ex-wife.”
“I don’t mean them harm, I’m trying to give you what you want.”
“You don’t know what I want, Vochek.”
“Then you tell me what you want.”
“To talk with someone with the actual power to negotiate with me. Good-bye.”
“Wait, please, I need to know what’s going down in New Orleans.”
“I need to know, too. Good-bye, Vochek.” He hung up and did an immediate U-turn, pulled into a Jack in the Box parking lot, and waited.
Five minutes later, he saw her, in a Ford sedan, pull past. Two other cars, both Fords, stayed close to her.
He pulled out after them. Tailing in Plano was both easy and challenging; the roads tended to be straight shots, but traffic was heavy—it was a suburb of a quarter million people—and drivers wove in and out of lanes for every inch of advantage. The trick was to stay close, not too close, and not lose them in the quickly changing lights. Without showing yourself.
The three cars headed back toward a shopping mall, then turned into a neighborhood across the street. Pilgrim was surprised to see a runway bisecting the neighborhood, a series of hangars with an array of private planes sheltering under the tin roofs. He U-turned hard, saw the cars stop in front of one of the houses.
Found you, he thought. What an interesting place for a safe house, with an airport built right in.
At the shopping center he located a place to perch where he could still see the house. She and her colleagues would go inside, she would call her boss, report failure, perhaps plead for another chance.
Interesting they didn’t go back to an office. Vochek, Ben had said, was based in Houston. He wondered if her colleagues were local. If they were, and they left soon . . .
His phone buzzed. He didn’t recognize the number calling. He clicked it on. “Yes.”
“It’s Ben.”
“Yes.”
“I need help.”
“Explain.”
“I’m six blocks from the apartment. Slight accident. Hurt my foot. Hector came over, and he got wild, you know how he is.”
“Are you okay? Does he have you?”
“I’m fine and no he doesn’t.”
He knew Ben wouldn’t betray him, even if Hector was holding a gun to his head right now. He knew it with a clarity that cut through a momentary doubt. “I’m at the Plano Palisades shopping center, across from the Plano Air Ranch Park. Do you have money in your wallet?”
“Yes.”
“Get a cab.”
“In Dallas? They don’t exactly wander the streets looking for fares.”
“Ben. Give me your address, I’ll call a cab for you, I’ll cover the fare. I’m north of the Nordstrom’s, edge of the lot.”
“Okay.” Ben sounded like he might faint.
“You all right?”
“I am beyond sorry.” Dread colored Ben’s voice. “You were entirely right.”
“About what?”
“I have to go, my time’s—”
And the phone went dead.
Well. If he was wrong about Ben, and Hector had just found his location, let Hector come. He’d just wait, shoot Hector and Jackie in the knees, drag them to Vochek’s safe house like a cat bringing torn, dead birds as trophies.
An hour later, the cab pulled up. Pilgrim got out of the Volvo and unfolded bills for the cabbie. Ben got in the passenger side, eased his shoe off. Not looking at Pilgrim.
“Tell me what happened.” Pilgrim leaned down, inspecting the foot.
“I have bad news,” Ben said. Pilgrim leaned back. “Teach is dead.”
Pilgrim said, “Tell me.” His expression stayed like stone as Ben explained.
“She died trying to help me.”
Pilgrim’s mouth contorted. He got out of the car, stood by the door, leaned his head against his arm on the car’s roof. Ben got out on the opposite side of the car, faced him over the car’s roof.
“Pilgrim . . . man, I’m sorry.”
The traffic hummed by and kept them in companionable silence for a few moments. Pilgrim lifted his head. “He killed her because he doesn’t need her anymore. He has complete control of the Cellar. He’s won.”