Every other face, except the dead man’s, had been digitally blurred.
“Let me guess,” I said. “Blackmailing Bahjat Zaid, chapter two.”
“This arrived in his e-mail at six o’clock this morning. He forwarded it to me via a secure line.”
“So they’ve made her into a bomber and a murderer,” I said. “They can’t, or won’t, take her to a bank for her Patty-Hearst-joins-her-captors moment, so they’re manufacturing them.”
Mila made a noise as she sipped her coffee.
“Did Zaid send that man?” A slow anger started to smolder past the soreness I felt from last night’s fight. “He hires me, he hires this guy, we don’t know about each other? I don’t like it.”
“He could have named you before they killed him if he’d known.”
“Yes, but now they’ll be on guard like never before. We both took the same tack, trying to connect to Piet, and now I’m screwed, Mila. My job just got a thousand times harder, just when I’d started to get close to Nic.” I stood and paced the floor. “Get Zaid here. We have to talk. What the hell is this shipment that his other hired gun was supposed to steal?”
“He told me he was leaving Amsterdam.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then let’s find him.” I sat down, reopened the e-mail he’d sent on the laptop. The original e-mail source—from Yasmin’s captors—had gone through an anonymizer service and was untraceable. But I looked at Zaid’s e-mail to Mila. Encoded in the source headers was information about the provider. I looked at it, plugged the information into a website that provided information on server locales. “Zaid sent this from Hungary. Why the hell is he in Hungary? He’s hiring me to save his daughter, and instead of being here, close to the action, he’s in Hungary.” I heard my voice rise. “That’s where Yasmin worked. Why is he there?”
“I don’t know, Sam, and yelling at me is not going to put a GPS on him. His company has a facility there. He might simply be tending to business.”
Right. The one Yasmin worked at. “I do not like this. Zaid hiring another agent to attempt a rescue—we could have tripped each other up. We could have killed each other, mistaking each other for members of the gang. I assume the Turk was given the same orders I was—rescue Yasmin and wipe out the kidnappers.”
She shrugged. “Perhaps. We need a different approach.”
“No, we don’t even have the full story. Zaid wanted the Turk to steal whatever’s being shipped so it could be exchanged for his daughter. We need to know what that shipment is.”
“I will find out,” she said.
I considered. “Okay, I was in the bar before Nic was. Maybe I can say I heard the Turk make a threat that will concern both Nic and Piet.”
She gave me a slight smile. “Eat your breakfast. You must be prepared to frighten Nic very badly.”
I watched the tape again. “What will they ask Zaid for now? They did this because they knew the Turk was chasing them, but they did it to ruin her again. Now there’s footage of his daughter bombing a station and executing a man. What if she hasn’t been brainwashed? What if she’s a willing participant?”
“Nothing in her background suggests violence.”
I stared at the video. Watched Yasmin become a murderer again. “It’s like they want Zaid to suffer. This is personal.”
“That is your guess. You could be wrong,” Mila said.
“Here’s the problem. I don’t know how I can get leverage with Nic, and therefore Piet, and rise above suspicion.”
“We could grab Nic, force him to tell us.”
“No. You want this whole group eliminated, then I have to get inside. I have to get them all together. Nic is the key right now.”
“So how will you convince him that you are necessary?”
“Any operation like this faces a challenge,” I said. “I need to know what their challenge is, and be the cure.”
“How will you find that out?”
I considered. “Gregor told me that Nic lives above a coffee shop in the Jordaan. I know his last name is ten Boom. That’s a start.”
36
IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO FIND NIC. He was not listed in the phone book. I could have called Gregor, but I didn’t want him any more scared. The Jordaan is an older neighborhood, not far from the Prinsengracht, that’s gotten a bit trendy. It wasn’t a canal district; the streets were narrow in some stretches and wide in others, even with parking for cars in the middle of the