Deadly Odds by Allen Wyler

Author:Allen Wyler
Language: fra
Format: epub
Publisher: Astor + Blue Editions
Published: 2014-12-08T16:00:00+00:00

The streets, deserted this time of morning, would soon accommodate a trickle of commuters as the flow would rapidly grow into Seattle’s notorious morning rush-hour congestion. With the car radio off and Davidson not talking, Arnold heard only the soft thrum of road noise. The quiet in the car interior amplified his thoughts, a series of disjointed snippets, all fighting for dominance. Things like: if I was stupid enough to allow Breeze to learn my identity, what other stupid things have I done? What else did the Jahandars know about his personal life? Martini-lubricated lips greased his willingness to satisfy her rapt interest in him, never once suspecting she might be obtaining intelligence for a terrorist cell. Jesus, how nuts is that? Never in a million years…

He thought of Howie’s parents and of Rachael, and was overcome with more guilt. Did they know yet? If so, how had they learned? He should’ve been the one to break the news, not a detached, unfamiliar face or an expeditious late-night phone call.

Pain gut-punched him again. “Aw, Jesus, I need to call them.” He began searching his pocket for his cell and realized he was sitting in Davidson’s car and it was still back on the kitchen table.

Davidson grabbed his shoulder. “Hey, calm down. We’re not calling anyone this morning.”

He tried to shrug free, but his lawyer’s grip was strong. “No, you don’t understand. It’s my fault. I need to apologize, tell them how sorry I am.” He grabbed the door handle, but Davidson remained a step ahead of him by punching the kiddie lock.

Davidson curbed the car but left it idling. “Settle down, Arnold. You don’t need to do a goddamn thing right now but get your act together. Certainly, you’re not going to telephone a soul until you’re safe and this mess is completely finished. Think about it. Time to let the dust settle. Understand?”

Another wave of anxiety rolled over the effects of the Xanax. He wanted to throw open the door and run with no specific direction or destination, just run as far from all this insanity as humanly possible. “But what if Firouz targets them as a way to get to me? No, I need to warn them.”

Davidson was almost shouting now. “No, Arnold, listen to me… You listening?”

His mind was racing back through his conversations with Breeze, trying to remember every fact about his personal life he’d mentioned, wondering if he’d said Howard’s last name? If Firouz were trying to find ways…

Davidson physically shook his shoulder hard. “Listen to me, goddamnit!”

The physical movement jerked Arnold’s attention back to the car and he realized they were illegally parked in the bus zone across the street from Macy’s, the engine idling, Davidson sitting half-turned in his seat, hand out, offering something. “Come on, Arnold, here, take another one of these puppies. Think you need it.”

For a moment Arnold stared at the open palm and oblong salmon pill, thinking, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. Maybe he does need to get his act together before he stumbles through more stupid mistakes.

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