The Book of Spies (22 page)

"I'll tell you that," Judd lied, "if you tell me what your relationship is to the library."

"Hypothetically, let us assume you are correct that we have some
knowledge," Angelo said slowly. "Perhaps even that I am a member of the small book club that supports the library."

"Was my father a member, too?" Judd asked immediately.

Angelo looked surprised a moment, then shook his head firmly. "Your turn."

It was a beginning, but Judd did not trust Angelo. "Suppose we give you the
scytale
, and you tell us more. Then all of us can walk away alive and forget this ever happened."

"That has possibilities," Angelo agreed.

Judd checked Eva again, and she stared back.

He gestured at the table. "There's the
scytale
. It's all yours, Odile. Take it."

"No!" Angelo shouted.

But he was too late. Odile was already striding toward it.

BASH MADE
a fast decision. His assignment was to protect Judd Ryder and Eva Blake. His fellow team members, Martine and Quinn, would fend for themselves. He had to break into the professor's house, and quickly.

Neither of the two janitors jogging toward him had showed a weapon yet, and they likely planned not to until they were beside him and could liquidate him quietly. He focused on them, propelling himself faster and faster on his skateboard.

The pair was only twenty feet away. Still jogging, they tensed as they saw his increasing speed. They lifted their shirts a few inches and drew out small-caliber pistols with sound suppressors screwed on.

Bash snatched out his Browning. The air felt hot and slick as he raced through it. The two killers aimed. He bent his knees, slid his left foot forward to the nose of his skateboard, and used the other foot to stomp down on the tail. Instantly the board ollied, flying into the air.

Surprised, the men jerked their gazes up. Bash shifted his weight, and the skateboard crashed into the chest of one. He fell hard on his back, and his gun spun away.

Bash landed and rolled, shaking off the impact. A bullet bit into the pavement next to him, but he continued to roll. Pieces of concrete cut into his skin. The downed janitor was swiftly reaching for his gun and rising into a crouch as a second bullet blasted into the pavement near Bash's head.

Bash fired twice, once into the chest of the standing man and then into the chest of the other. Blood exploded from their T-shirts. Pedestrians who had been walking toward them from both directions rushed away, screaming and shouting. At the same time a gunshot sounded from across the street.

Jumping to his feet, Bash checked across the traffic. Martine was slumped in her chair, her head dangling over her chest, while Quinn lay on his side on the bench. Bash took a deep breath. Both were down. Then he saw their killers were jogging back to the curb, preparing to cross over and come after him.

He snatched up his skateboard and sprinted up the steps to Yitzhak Law's door.

THE SOUND
of Angelo's loud "No!" reverberated in Judd's ears as Odile lunged for the gold
scytale
glittering on the kitchen table. Eva slashed out a fist in a
kentsui-uchi
hammer strike into Odile's side, pivoted, and, keeping her hips horizontal and her torso perpendicular, rammed up her elbow in a
tate hiji-ate
blow to the underside of Odile's chin.

Odile's head snapped back, and her pistol fired. There was a moan, and Roberto crashed against the table and slid down to the floor, blood oozing from the top of his shoulder, where his shirt was torn by the bullet.

"Roberto! Roberto!" Yitzhak knelt over him.

Despite the attack, Odile had kept her grip firmly on her gun. As the two women struggled for it, Angelo dove at Judd.

Judd moved quickly out of reach, training his weapon on Angelo. "Stop, dammit."

Angry furrows creased Angelo's forehead. He cursed loudly but froze, staring at the pistol.

Judd glanced over at the women just as Eva prepared to smash the side of her hand at Odile's gun. But Odile slammed a
shut
-uchi
sword-hand strike to Eva's arm, then balanced and lashed out in a brutal
mae-geri
front snap kick to her leg.

Eva toppled, and Odile pressed the pistol's muzzle into her belly. Odile's platinum hair was wild, and her eyes naked with fury. Judd fired, his bullet going into the top of the Frenchwoman's head as she suddenly lowered it. Blood sprayed, and she dropped hard onto Eva, still clasping her weapon.

"Get her gun, Eva," Judd ordered as he turned back to cover Angelo.

But Angelo had yanked a sharp fileting knife from the magnetic holder above the counter.
"Batard."
He closed in.

Two more gunshots sounded from the kitchen doorway. Freezing in midstride, Angelo reeled, then fell, blood blossoming scarlet across his beige jacket where the rounds had entered.

As the stink of cordite spread through the room, Bash Badawi walked in, his gun still raised in one muscled hand while his skateboard dangled from the other.

"Lucky shots." Judd grinned at him.

"Lucky shots, my ass. Glad I got here in time for the party. How you doing, Eva?"

"Never better." Holding Odile's pistol, Eva crouched beside Roberto and Yitzhak. Her face and green jacket were splattered with blood.

Bash peered across at Angelo's motionless body, then down at Odile's. "They must've arrived before I did. There was no sign they were here."

Judd nodded. "How many janitors outside?"

"Four still in action, dressed like joggers. Two others down." He gave a brief smile, his young face suddenly amused. "I had a bit of a dustup with them." Then he added soberly, "We lost Martine and Quinn."

"That's bad. I'm sorry. How did you get in?"

"I picked the lock. The Polizia di Stato are on the way. I heard sirens, very close. Their focus is going to be on the two janitors in the street and Martine and Carl. The good thing is the sirens and witnesses have probably scared away the last four in the wet squad."

"But they could still come in the back door." Judd slammed the dead bolt, then peered out the kitchen's large window, which overlooked a small rear yard of lilacs and grass. A brick pathway led to the end of a high brick wall, which enclosed the property. There was a cobblestone alleyway on the far side, showing through a wrought-iron gate. No one was in sight.

"We've got to get the hell out of here," Judd told them. "Check the woman, Bash. I'll take the man." He went to Angelo.

"Roberto needs a doctor," Eva reminded them. "How do you feel, Roberto?"

"It is over?" Roberto whispered. He was sitting up, leaning against a table leg. His bearded face was pasty, his lips dry.

"Everything's fine," she assured him.

"Hold this down for me." Yitzhak indicated to Eva the bloody handkerchief he had clamped onto Roberto's shoulder wound. "I'll call an ambulance."

"This one's a dead rat," Bash reported from where he stooped over Odile. "How's yours?"

"Dead, too." Judd wiped the handle of Angelo's pistol and pressed it into his flaccid hand. He searched Angelo's pockets, leaving the billfold. There was nothing useful inside, not even a cell phone. "Is your gun traceable, Bash?"

"No way. That dumb I'm not."

"Good. Put the woman's prints on it and leave it next to her. They'll look as if they shot each other. Take Odile's gun from Eva. You need to be armed."

"No." Reaching for the kitchen telephone, Yitzhak turned to glare at them. His face was an angry red, and drops of sweat dotted his bald head. "We have to give the police the whole truth."

Feeling the pressure of time, Judd ignored the professor and told Bash, "As soon as you're done here, go to the front of the house and check the windows. I want to know what's happening outside." Then he focused on Yitzhak. "Hang up the phone, professor. Roberto's got a flesh wound. We'll get him medical attention, but not just yet. Sticking around here could be your death warrant. Roberto's, too. These people have been trying to terminate Eva."

Yitzhak frowned at her. "That's true?"

"Yes," she told him. "Remember Ivan the Terrible's Oprichniki? That's what they're like--utterly ruthless."

"They're going to want to find out what you know about us and where we're going," Judd said. "They'll track you down, and as soon as you tell them, they'll kill you. All of us need to leave--and fast. Can you walk, Roberto?"

"I think so." His voice was weak. He had been listening, his brown eyes round and frightened. "Yes, it is obvious we must go."

Yitzhak put the telephone back into its cradle. "Eva, you take one side of Roberto, and I'll take the other."

As they supported him, Roberto rose to his feet, and Bash ran back into the room.

"The police are blocking off the street," he said. "I found the dead woman's purse in the sitting room. She didn't have a cell, either."

"I'd rather not risk going out the back door," Judd told him. "Yitzhak, I saw what looks like the beginning of a tunnel at the end of your refuge downstairs. Can we get out that way?"

"I think so, but it may not be easy." Yitzhak's voice was strong. With Roberto's uninjured arm draped over his shoulder, he had returned to his normal self.

Eva took the gold
scytale
and fragment of Arabic Judaica, and she and the others went ahead. Judd tore up the top and bottom of the cardboard box with Charles's writing and Eva's name. Stuffing the pieces into the garbage disposal, he turned it on, then threw the Styrofoam bubbles and the rest of the box into the trash. He peered around the kitchen to make certain they had left nothing behind. Last, he checked the window--and dropped below the counter. He rose up slowly, just enough to see out again.

Men were at the rear gate. One wore a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants; the others were dressed in jogging shorts and T-shirts. The big man in the sweatsuit tried to open the gate, but it was locked. Muttering to himself, he took out picklocks.

Judd raced to the stairs under the broad staircase and descended into the brick-lined cellar. Voices sounded, floating up from the ragged hole in the floor. He started down it, stopping to drag the brick trapdoor over the opening. It was heavy, but he leveraged it up and settled it into place. With luck, none of the killers would discover Yitzhak's secret domain.

He hurried down to the bottom, where Jupiter and Juno gazed regally from their thrones. The silence was luminous in the ancient room, a stillness that seemed to wrap around him and promise safety. But there was no safety yet.

Everyone was gathered at the street-side end of the long room, where rubble was strewn and a brown wall of dirt rose to the ceiling. Bash and Eva were throwing rocks out of the way. What had been a small tunnel was now much larger.

Eva saw him. "Are Angelo's men in the house?"

"Not yet, but they will be in minutes." Judd hurried toward them.

The tunnel was about four feet high and three feet wide. There was darkness on the other side, and he could hear the sound of distant running water. Five flashlights lay in a row on the marble floor.

"You must lead," Roberto told the professor, who was still supporting him. "I can walk by myself. Judd is right. I am fine--just messy looking." He glanced at the bloody handkerchief he was holding to his wound.

The professor nodded. "We're going under the street. Take your flashlights." He handed one to Roberto and picked up one for himself. Hunching over, he moved into the darkness.

"I'll go last," Judd told the others, thinking about the janitors who might be smarter than he hoped.

Bash grabbed his skateboard, and Eva slung her satchel onto her back. They disappeared into the burrow. Judd paused. When he heard nothing from above, he crouched and hurried into the darkness, his flashlight shooting a cone of light. The air began to smell of moss and damp.

The small group was waiting for him at the end.

"You need to see this," Eva told him.

He squeezed past to look out at a natural underground tunnel, black and seemingly endless, a crude dirt bore through ancient Rome. It was more than six feet high and twelve feet wide, carved out over the millennia by a freshwater stream that rushed past at high velocity. As he beamed his flashlight over it, it sparkled like mercury.