us choppered off this ship. You guys start packing.”
A lesser producer would have debated the point to death before covering his ass by getting his news director’s approval. Finch was rock solid, and right now, Gracie was hugely grateful to have him in her corner. He looked at her, as if reading the thoughts written across her face, gave her a nod of unflinching support, then left the room.
She crossed over to the window again and looked out. The shelf was still disintegrating, but the sign was long gone. In her mind’s eye, she saw it again, and as she relived the shock and awe it had generated in her, in everyone on that ship, a shiver of doubt crept into her.
Her back still to Dalton, she asked, “What do you think? Are we making the right call here?”
He joined her at the window. She glanced over at him, and thought she’d rarely seen him wearing such a solemn expression.
“We’re talking about Father Jerome,” he said, his voice lacking any traces of uncertainty. “If you’re not going to believe him . . . who are you going to believe?”
Chapter 20
Boston, Massachusetts
Matt guided the Mustang back onto the expressway and headed north, toward the city. He was cruising on auto-pilot, without any specific destination in mind, just putting some distance between him and the guys in the Chrysler.
He felt shattered. His brain was all tangled up, and he was having trouble making sense of what had happened since Bellinger called him. After the adrenaline rush from tagging the Chrysler, his body was now crumbling from under him. He needed to rest and think things through, but there were no obvious spots where he could crash out and no one to take him in. No spunky-and-resourceful girlfriend, no reluctantly supportive buddy, no irritable-but-still-smitten ex-wife.
He was on his own.
He rode up the expressway for a while, then drifted onto the South Station off-ramp and ended up at a fifties-style diner on the corner of Kneeland, the only place in town that he knew would be open this late.
He looked like a real mess and drew a couple of contemptuous glances as he stepped inside, which wasn’t ideal. The last thing he needed right now was to get noticed. He disappeared into the men’s room and cleaned himself up as best he could, then grabbed a stool at the far end of the bar. He ordered himself a coffee and decided to add on a cheeseburger, not knowing when he’d have a chance to eat in peace again, and hoping the caffeine-and-protein boost would help carry him through until daybreak.
Although his body still ached from his fall, the food and the coffee helped clear his mind. He asked the waitress for a refill and sifted through his options. He didn’t hold out much hope of being able to do anything to help Bellinger. It seemed pretty clear to him that the hit team that came after them were connected to whatever had happened to Danny, and they weren’t messing around. He was facing pros with serious resources and no inhibitions, and his options were limited, especially given that he didn’t really know much beyond the cryptic words Bellinger had left him with—and the idea that Danny could still be alive. If he was going to get anyone to help him—the press, maybe even the cops, he wasn’t sure who at this point—he needed to know more about what was going on. He could think of two threads to tug. One was the tracker. The other was Bellinger. Or, more accurately, whatever it was that Bellinger knew that put him in their crosshairs. His heart sank at the thought of the harmless scientist, his brother’s buddy, and the dire situation he must now be in, and he seethed with frustration at not being able to do something about it.
Not yet, anyway.
He needed to check the tracker’s position, and he also wanted to see what he could find at Bellinger’s place. And for both lines of attack, he needed to go online.
By now, it was well past midnight, and hotel business centers were the only option at this hour. He asked his waitress and got directions to a nearby Best Western, raided an ATM three doors down from the diner, and pulled into the hotel’s parking lot fifteen minutes later.
The business center by the soulless lobby was open all night, but it was restricted to hotel guests. Given that his home was off-limits for the time