Jon Reznick 03 Hard Wired by J. B. Turner

Author:J. B. Turner [Turner, J. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-02-16T05:00:00+00:00

Brigadier Belmont accompanied Meyerstein deeper into the bowels of the base. They headed down a series of corridors until they reached a basement tunnel that led to a separate building. She felt disorientated as they approached a screened-off area, armed guards blocking the entrance.

IDs were checked and they were buzzed through. She peered through a small window into what looked like an interview room with one table, two chairs and a handcuffed Jon Reznick pacing the room. Two cameras were placed high up in the room.

Meyerstein turned to Belmont. "I need to speak to him alone."

Belmont said, "No."

"I do this on my own or forget it. And I want the handcuffs off."

Belmont said, "Why?"

"He's no threat to me."

A long pause. "Very well, but I'll be watching through the window."

Belmond handed Meyerstein the keys for the cuffs. She entered the room, the door locking automatically behind them.

Meyerstein sensed Reznick was wired. "How are you?"

Reznick glanced up at one of the cameras and shook his head. He turned to face her. "You mind explaining what the hell I'm doing in this shithole?"

"It's just temporary."

He stared at Meyerstein. "You mind uncuffing me?"

Meyerstein stepped forward and uncuffed Reznick. He turned to face her. They were standing so close to each other that Meyerstsein could feel his warm breath.

Reznick stood in silence, searching her face for answers.

Meyerstein took a step back. "This is payback, Tehran-style."

"If you dish it out, you've got to be able to take it."

"Pity you can't share that sentiment with Tiny, Dorfman, Vincenza and Rain."

"What do you mean?"

"They took out Vincenza at the restaurant. Long-range. Just been told Rain's body was washed up on Lake Champlain, Vermont. I'm sorry."

Reznick sat down in the chair and said nothing. Face as impassive as ever. Eyes clear, almost unfathomable.

"What was Albert like?"

"Albert was the quietest of the crew. Content to just be there. Dorfman was the one doing the wise-cracking." He shook his head. "I remember Albert showed me a picture of his newly-born daughter which had been emailed by his wife in Vermont as he was hunkered down in an informant's house in Fallujah."

Meyerstein felt her throat tighten.

"The pride in his eyes was something any father would understand. He didn't tell anyone else, only me. I sometimes wondered why that was. Maybe it was because the rest of the guys pulled his leg about him being a cracker, having grown up in the backwoods of Georgia. Ain't she something, Jon? he would say."

Meyerstein let out a long sigh.

"Tell me more about how they got Blaine?"

"Vincenza was gunned down as I spoke to him in that fancy Malibu restaurant."

Reznick stared at her for what seemed an eternity.

"You were right. They were watching us, Jon."

Reznick bowed his head. "What about the two who planted the bomb?"

"Jon, you must have inadvertently got in between the two students on the bike and the shadow."

"Yup."

"What was the triggerman who took out the two on the motorbike driving?"

"No idea. Too far from me."

Meyerstein paced the room for a few moments. "I've got a proposition for you, Jon.

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