Bodyguard of Lies

CHAPTER 28

Racine watched the women emerge from the office building. He was safely tucked behind a thickly flowered lilac bush in a park across the street. The scent was overwhelming. It tugged at his memory and made him slightly sick at the same time. Through his trained eye, the specially designed scope on his pistol framed Neeley’s bitch face perfectly. He drew a breath, held it, and his finger tightened on the trigger.

He smelled the man’s gum before he felt the dull pressure of a muzzle pushing against the slow pulsing of his carotid artery.

"I don't think Mister Nero would like this. Do you?"

Racine felt the barrel press even harder into his flesh as his own gun was lifted from his hands. He recognized the English accent as well as the smell. Nero's pet. The old man must be getting tired of the whole situation to have sent Bailey.

Racine looked up at his colleague and tried a weak smile. "I haven't seen you in years. I'll take it apart if you like," he added, pointing at the specially designed pistol and the lead lined case at his feet that he had transported in the hold of the Concorde in a diplomatic pouch.

Bailey pocketed his own gun and dropped the pistol at Racine's feet. "Fine."

Racine tried to ignore the smell of the lilacs around them. It was giving him a headache. That and the fact that he despised an interrupted kill, guaranteed a bad day.

Racine watched the two women drive away. "Where are they going?"

Bailey reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of Juicy Fruit and extended it to Racine. "I suppose back to the airport. Seems like the logical thing."

Racine shook off the gum and watched as Bailey stripped the paper and rolled the stick of gum into a tight little log before he popped it into his mouth.

As Racine put away the last of the pistol, Bailey spoke again, spraying tiny bits of sugary saliva into the lilac blooms. "Let's go do this last bit here and get to the airport ourselves."

Racine equated sitting next to Bailey for five hours on par with letting a cobra spit in his eye. "OK."

The men walked through the small park and stood at the curb, waiting to cross the street. Bailey continued to chew loudly and occasionally pop the wad of gum. "So, how have you been?"

Racine thought that if Bailey popped the gum one more time it would be acceptable to push him under the large Mercedes truck bearing down on them. "I've been OK. You?"

Bailey nodded. "Good, bloody good." He spotted a break in the traffic and plowed forward, Racine following closely behind.

Bailey paused before they entered the building. “What are you doing here?”

“Finishing the job Mister Nero gave me,” Racine said.

Bailey shook his head. “Nero didn’t tell you to come here. In fact, I believe he specifically told you the opposite. How did you know the women would end up right here in Strasbourg?”

“I’m good at my job,” Racine said. He stared back into the other man’s pupils. They remained like that for almost a minute, ignoring the people who walked around them. Racine was the first to break the standoff. Finally, Bailey turned for the door. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

This time Gaby didn't even seem surprised as the two men with no appointment approached her counter and asked for the good doctor.

"He's in there." She pointed to the office door. As they headed down the corridor she gathered up her purse and left.

Bailey and Racine had only to follow the sound of the doctor's voice as he hurriedly tried to plot his flight to safety. The door to the examining room was ajar and they could hear his frustrated attempts to get a flight anywhere, the destination didn't matter, the only requirement that it must leave now.

Racine pushed the door with his foot and the two men made themselves known to Jean-Philippe.

"So fast! How did you get here so fast?"

Behind Bailey’s back, Racine put a finger to his lip and shook his head as Jean-Philippe recognized him.

Bailey popped his gum. "English please. We saved your ass in the war, the least you could do is speak English."

Jean-Philippe was sweating again. A few beads were breaking clear of his hairline and starting the slide down his classic features. His eyes shifted from Racine to Bailey. "How could you find me so fast?"

Bailey pulled over the swivel stool that had earlier been Hannah's. He put his gun on the cluttered table so he could swivel it up a few notches. Once seated he retrieved the gun, popped his gum and smiled. "Why, we’re the Cellar, laddie. We can find anyone if we want to. You think no one knew you were here?"

Racine was feeling lightheaded. The addition of acidic, nervous sweat to the collage of aromas wafting from Bailey was causing him acute discomfort. He wished he had thought of the stool first. He detected a lackadaisical attitude in his partner that indicated urgency was not a critical factor. His head was truly beginning to throb and he needed to take a leak. He could have pissed at the lilac bush if he'd known Bailey was going to dawdle.

Bailey was swiveling back and forth, his English accent filling the small room. "You see that right? You punched your ticket years ago, mate. The meter just ran out, that's all."

Jean-Philippe backed into the corner, his arms held out in a pleading gesture that both Bailey and Racine had seen many times before and ignored. Just as they ignored it now.

"Me dear Doctor, this can't be a surprise,” Bailey said. “Surely you have anticipated someone arriving some day? No? Well, I do have a few questions that if you would take the time to answer would give us all the opportunity to restore some dignity to the afternoon."

Jean-Philippe looked ashen. "You're crazy."

Bailey spat his gum a couple of feet toward the plastic lined wastebasket. He had misjudged the distance and the wad stuck to the top rim of the plastic and began to sag outward, pulling the liner. All three men watched this display of gravity until the liner won and the gum dropped to the tiled floor.

Bailey focused his attention back on his captive. "I prefer antisocial personality. I do a service, Doctor Wiss, much like your career here. But I am more valuable because there's a lot of you and not many of me. You see that has always been your dilemma — you are expendable.

"Take Mister Racine here. We need Mister Racine. Every country needs people like Mister Racine and here's the interesting part — there's no one else exactly like him. See the simplicity of that?

"You were around kept because there was no need to get rid of you. It appears you entered into a mutually satisfying relationship with Senator Collins and now that it's over you won't answer some questions?”

Racine stiffened at the mention of the Senator’s name.

Bailey pretended to ignore Racine as he continued to speak to the Frenchman. “You've had many free years to enjoy. How about a little appreciation?”

The doctor was dumbfounded. "I have the papers and the pictures. If you do anything to me, they will become public."

Bailey shook his head. "Son, you're going to tell me where these papers and the pictures are."

Racine perked up at the mention of the papers and pictures. The few times he'd worked with Bailey it had been like this. Yack, yack, yack. Racine didn't understand why someone who called himself antisocial always got so frigging social with everyone he whacked. However, he didn’t like where this was headed at all.

"I would be insane to give you that," Jean-Philippe argued.

Bailey nodded in agreement. "I see. You have a point. How about this? You tell me everything I need to know in a truthful manner I can absolutely believe, give me what I ask for, and I will leave you your life, but nothing else. How's that?"

Racine watched as the Frenchman filled with hope. He seemed to grow larger and his face lost the haggard look of dull acceptance. Racine knew that Bailey had won. Racine also noted the various implements of the Frenchman's trade on the tables. This could turn interesting if the Frenchman didn't stay hooked on Bailey's bullshit. Racine picked up a metal probe and turned it in the light. Jean-Philippe noticed and his skin went a shade paler.

Bailey smiled. "Now, Doctor, first tell me everything you know about Neeley and the woman with her, Hannah, and what happened in here. Then we'll go get the stuff."

Jean-Philippe jerked his head in recognition of the first woman’s name. And he slowly began to talk. Racine wondered if even the doctor was aware of the slowness of the words. Racine finally decided a part of Jean-Philippe knew that the bullet would come when the words ran out and he gave up the papers. As he twirled a shiny implement in his hands he listened carefully to the Frenchman, waiting for him to say something stupid.

But he didn’t. He told them what little he knew of the two women. It took less than five minutes. The only part that was of interest was the fact that he had given a copy of the papers to the women.

“No pictures?” Bailey checked.

“No, just the papers.”

Bailey stood. “Now the originals?”

“You must promise that my family will be left alone,” Jean-Philippe said.

Bailey popped his gum.

Jean-Philippe stuck a finger out, pointing at Racine. “You said that — ”

The Frenchman never finished the sentence as Racine slammed the point of the probe into his chest. Jean-Philippe stared in disbelief at the metal implement sticking out of his white robe.

Bailey had swung around on the stool, pistol at the ready. Racine was ready for this, his own back up gun on Nero’s pet. Jean-Philippe staggered back against the wall and slid down to a sitting position, with a confused expression marring his good looks. He was struggling for breath, the probe twitching. Both men ignored the body between them as they focused on the gun in each others’ hand.

Racine backed up, finger caressing the trigger. He smiled into Bailey’s muzzle. “Not today.”

Bailey didn’t blink. They both knew this was a lose-lose situation. “Not today,” Bailey agreed.

Then Racine was out the door, running.

In the room, Bailey turned back to the doctor. A pinkish froth had appeared around the man’s lips. Bailey leaned close.

“Your family will be left in peace. But I have to have the documents.”

He put his ear next to the Frenchman’s lips and listened as the man spoke his last words.