my name is actually Mila,” she said. “A doctor might say it’s not good to drink after a sedation dart, so I only give you a bit.” I held my glass and she clinked it against mine. “For medicine.”
“What are we toasting?” I asked.
“Freedom,” she said. “Yours. Mine. The world’s.” Mila sipped at her whisky. I didn’t want any but I took the barest taste.
“Ollie will be missing you, his best bartender. If the wind shifts we may be able to hear his bitching.”
“Who are you?”
“Mila, I said.”
“And who is Mila?”
“I am your friend, Sam.”
“I can find my own friends.”
Mila gestured across the expanse of the ship. There was no sign of the crew, no indication anyone was watching us. “Forgive me. You have so many friends. Where’s the back of the line and I’ll wait there.” Sarcasm suited her.
But I was not in the mood for moonlight and whisky and wit.
“Who do you work for?” And who had the considerable resources to do it, I didn’t add. Teams of men, thermal imaging, a jet helicopter. It had to be Howell.
Or maybe Mila was part of the people who grabbed Lucy, who framed us. They might not want me coming to Europe. The frame against me and Lucy had been elaborate. But… I was just one man. This was a lot of trouble for anyone to go to. And if Mila was connected to the intruder, well, then I should have been dead already—taken back aboard the helicopter, shot, and dropped into the cold gray of the Atlantic.
Mila took another sip of Glenfiddich. “My employers prefer to remain anonymous.”
“Are they the same people who grabbed my wife?”
“No.”
“Are you from the Company?”
“No.” And she made a slight face. “I do have an offer to make you.”
That wasn’t hard to figure. Someone who hoped I was pissed enough at the CIA for treating me like a traitor to turn me into an actual one. “I’m not interested.”
“I’ve arranged for cabins. Let’s go down and talk.”
The night air on the open Atlantic was cold. I nodded. I followed her down to a cabin. The two crew members we passed stared at me with barely disguised hostility.
“Speaking of friends,” I said, as Mila closed the door behind us.
“Your fighting them has cost me several thousand in bribes.”
“Sorry.” There were two beds. I sat on one. “All right. I’m listening.”
“First of all, I wanted to talk to you, not hurt you. And I wasn’t going to spend weeks searching containers for you.”
“You are Company.”
Mila fingered another cigarette in her pack, but then seemed to reconsider. “Are you dense? I have said no, I am not CIA. I have been many things in my life but never that.”
“So who are you?”
“The question, Sam, is who are you going to be? The government spent a great deal of taxpayer money to train you, and it wasn’t to refill pretzel bowls and bruise gin in martinis and phone taxis for drunks.”
“So you want to make the most of that investment. You and whoever you work for.”
“Let’s discuss your wife.”
“What about her?”
“You must have your theories about what happened to her,” Mila said. “You don’t believe she betrayed you. Framed you.”
“Framing me didn’t require me surviving the blast. She didn’t have to get me out of the building.”
“But if she was a captive, why was she allowed to save you? Why would her captors help you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Perhaps she made a deal with them. Spare you, and she would cooperate.”
I said nothing. The thought of Lucy sacrificing herself for me weighed on me like rocks tied to a drowning man.
“But there is the question of all the money she had, all the money she moved before she vanished.”
“How do you know?”
“I know about the money she moved. It doesn’t matter how.”
I studied Mila’s face. I could grab her, throw her against the wall, force her to tell me who she was. But I could tell force wasn’t the way to deal with her. She had a lot of resources and she’d chosen to speak with me alone. As an equal, not as a prisoner. It was the first time in a long while someone acted like I could be trusted. “I can’t explain. I think she’s alive.”
“I think Lucy Capra was a traitor, paid for her work,” Mila said evenly, “and, once she was pregnant with your child, she decided to get the hell out of the situation while she could. She was going to have to go on