Inside Outt

be. Not before.
    “Will you knock that shit off?” he said, out loud again.
    He opened the door and walked wordlessly past Paula. “Everything all right in there?” she said.
    “Yeah, what do you mean?”
    “Sounded like you were talking to someone.”
    “I don’t…” He shook his head and laughed. “I was being an asshole a few minutes ago. I’m sorry.”
    She looked at him, and he had no idea what she was thinking. After a moment, she said, “Forget about it,” and then went into the bathroom.
    When he heard the bath water running, he called Hort and briefed him on everything that had happened. He assumed she was doing something similar on her end, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.
    “Nico, huh?” Hort said.
    “Yeah, Nico. What do you think that’s all about?”
    Hort laughed. “You mean could a hard-ass operator like Larison also be a swish?”
    Ben felt a little embarrassed. “Well… yeah.”
    Hort laughed again. “Of course he could. And he wouldn’t be the only one, either.”
    “You’re shitting me. There are gays in the unit?”
    “Of course there are. And personally, I don’t care. All I give a damn about for any soldier is soldiering. Who a man wants to sleep with couldn’t matter less to me.”
    Ben thought for a moment. He supposed what Hort was saying was true. He’d just never considered it before. It was hard to imagine any of the men he worked with could be gay, let alone an operator like Larison.
    “It fits, though,” Hort said.
    “What does?”
    “Larison living a secret life. You asked about his motives, remember?”
    “Being gay is a motive?”
    “Not being gay as such. But having to live in the closet? Knowing you’ll face a discharge if anyone finds out, despite all your heroism in the field, despite the personal costs of what you’ve endured, despite how many American lives you’ve repeatedly saved? Look at what happened to Dan Choi, for God’s sake. The man was an Arab linguist, too. You know how badly we need those? I’ll tell you, we can make a terrorist talk, but we can’t get him to talk in English. And the army got rid of Choi anyway, just for being gay, a good man who wanted to serve his nation. It would take a better man than I am not to develop a grudge about that. And keeping that kind of secret, living a double life, especially with the kinds of pressures men like us already have to bear… I told you, I saw the signs. I guess I just didn’t know how bad it was.”
    “Well, what do we do about this guy Nico? He’s our connection.”
    “I need to get his coordinates to the NSA. We’ve got enough now to figure out who he is, where he lives and works, all his particulars. If we’re really lucky, we’ll uncover something linked directly to Larison. Even if not, it sounds like this guy could be our big break. Good work, son.”
    Ben felt that embarrassing flush of pride he always got when Hort praised his performance. He said, “Assume we get Nico’s particulars. What do we do then? Snatch him, exchange him for the tapes?”
    There was a pause. “I don’t know yet. That decision is likely to be made above our pay grade.”
    Ben was intrigued, both by the pause and by the reference to “our” pay grade, as though the two of them were not just on the same team on this, but also somehow equal.
    “Okay,” Ben said.
    “You should know,” Hort said. “There’s also been some discussion about his wife and son.”
    “You mean a snatch?”
    “That’s what I mean.”
    It wasn’t his place to say, and he almost didn’t. But the thought of taking a kid, and the wife, too, Marcy… it just made him queasy. It wouldn’t be right.
    “I don’t know, Hort. Snatching a kid? I mean, come on.”
    “I agree. And I’ve made the argument that it would be worse than immoral—it would be tactically stupid. From everything you’ve learned, I think we can assume the wife and son wouldn’t even be a pressure point. Larison didn’t provide for them, the woman said it wasn’t a happy marriage—”
    “Marcy. Her name is Marcy Wheeler.”
    “I know. And after what you’ve learned about Larison, I’m wondering whether the boy is even his. Anyway, the bottom line is, Larison cared about them so much he faked his death and disappeared. I doubt he’d lose a whole lot of sleep if someone were threatening them now.”
    Okay, that was good. Didn’t sound like anyone was particularly inclined to go after Larison’s family. Probably