to find her.”
“And do what?”
“My job.”
Arnie shook his head. “I’m not going to help you kill her, if that’s what this is about.”
“What this is about, Arnie, is making sure this country is secure. I thought that was the only thing this was about.”
“I haven’t seen her in a long time.”
“But her contacts?”
“You swear to me that you want to help her?” said Arnie.
“If I did swear would you believe me?”
“You have the rep of a straight shooter, Robie. And I’m not just talking at the end of a rifle. But you level with me, maybe I can help you. Those are my terms. If you don’t like them and you don’t have shoes that need repair I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
Robie thought this over and decided he didn’t really have a choice. “They think Reel killed Gelder and another operative.”
“Bullshit.”
“Actually, I think she did kill them. But it’s not that simple. Something is going on, Arnie. Something internally that stinks to high heaven. I knew Reel. I trusted her with my life.”
Arnie said, “But if she killed the number two?”
“And in the interest of full disclosure I’ve been tasked to get her.”
“But you’re having doubts?”
“If I weren’t I wouldn’t be here,” replied Robie.
The two men stared at each other across the width of the scarred and stained countertop. It seemed to Robie that Arnie was trying to assess, as best he could, his sincerity. And Robie couldn’t blame him. Sincerity in this business was hard to come by. When you found it you were almost always surprised at your good fortune.
“You might be in luck,” said Arnie.
“Why’s that?”
“It’s a small world I operate in. Not too many players in that world. I won’t say we have reunions, but we do keep in touch. One of us needs help, we call in chits or sometimes we do favors for one another, hoping when the time comes you get a favor in return.”
Robie said, “And how does that help me?”
Arnie said, “Got a call, from another person who does what I do. No names, but he knows Reel. And maybe he just had recent contact with her.”
“What did she want from your friend?”
“A document and an address.”
“What sort of document and whose address?” asked Robie.
“Not sure. I actually couldn’t help him. But I referred him to someone who I thought could.”
“Again, Arnie, I’m not seeing any daylight here for me.”
“There was a name attached to the address.”
“What was the name?”
“Roy West.”
“Who is he?” asked Robie.
“He was with the agency. Small fry, but Reel was interested in him. Interested enough to take a risk in contacting my friend. If she did kill Gelder, they would be putting markers on her known circle.”
“Any idea why Reel is interested in West?”
“No. But the request was pretty urgent.”
“Do you think your other friend was successful in getting this document for her?”
Arnie shook his head. “No way of telling. And don’t bother to ask me to do the same for you. The friend does a favor maybe once every five years. He’s gone back underground. No way to reach him.”
Robie scrutinized the other man. Part of him thought this was bullshit, but part of him thought it actually made sense. Clandestine folks were not exactly retail vendors. Their shops were not open just because you wanted them to be.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to track West and this document down another way.”
“West is in Arkansas.”
“How do you know that?”
“I couldn’t help with the document, but I get a name, I get curious. I checked him out.” Arnie pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on. He turned to his computer, which sat on the counter, hit some keys, and a piece of paper fell into the printer tray. He pushed it across to Robie, who didn’t glance at it before slipping it into his pocket.
“It’s not an address, it’s directions. Complicated ones from what I could see. Just that kind of a place, I guess.”
“I appreciate this,” said Robie.
“I won’t appreciate you, if you’ve been bullshitting me. Reel goes down at your hand, don’t ever come back here.”
“I take it you like her?”
“If she killed them I know one thing. She had a damn good reason.”
“Let’s hope you’re right.”
Robie left and grabbed another cab for the next leg of his journey. It dropped him off two miles from his destination. He hoofed it the rest of the way.
The woods were on his right. He ducked down the gravel drive that cut between