“Where is Abubaker’s representative?”
“Mr. Felix is downstairs. We’ve put him up in a room adjacent to the library. I told him I’d call down if I had news.”
“You heard Gentry slipped through the noose again.”
“I heard.”
“We have Geneva covered, though. If he turns up there, we will get him.”
“So you continue to say.”
“We may not have dropped him dead in a street with one shot, but we are beating him down with simple wear and tear. He will run out of weapons, ammunition, escape routes, time, and blood before long.”
“Hope you’re right.I’mrunning out of hostages.”
Riegel sat down in the Tech’s chair. “As I told you on the phone en route, Marc Laurent has ordered me here to provide on-site consultation. Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want to be here any more than you want me. This fucking mess you’ve created and exacerbated will not help my career, regardless ofthe outcome. I am just the cleaner, the man to keep a terrible situation from becoming even worse. When Laurent heard about the hostage being shot by a guard... well, he just said, ‘Kurt, get over there. Do what you have to do.’ ”
Lloyd’s response was tinged with tired sarcasm. “Monsieur Laurent needn’t worry. I doubt it will happen again. No more daddies to die here.”
“Where is the Fitzroy family now?”
“Locked in a room downstairs on the second floor.”
“Do they know about the shooting?”
“Kids don’t. Mom does.”
“What is her demeanor?”
“One of my close-protection detail injected her with enough sedative to keep her docile for a while.”
Riegel just nodded. “And where is Sir Donald?”
Lloyd motioned to a door across the room. “In there.”
“How did the shooting occur?”
Lloyd shrugged. He seemed momentarily disinterested in the entire operation. “One of the little shits made a run for it. Sniper on the roof saw her and radioed down. I was busy at the time; my radio was off. When the guards took off after her, Phil went nuts, thought they were going to hurt her, I guess. He barreled over two armed Minsk boys in the hallway, shot out the back door to get his daughter.”
“And?”
“And the sniper took him out.”
Riegel looked out the window to the back lawn. “The poor son of a bitch was just trying to protect his family. He’d have brought her back; he wouldn’t have run out on the others. No father would ever leave his family behind.”
“I don’t suppose our sniper is much of a family man.”
“Sir Donald knows?”
“Yeah. I told him.”
“How’d he take it?”
“No emotion at all. Just sat there.”
“All right. I am going to speak to him, try to explain this was an accident.”
“Lots of luck.”
