The Detachment
nervous it made him.
Dox was making him nervous now, too. The big sniper was sitting with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out on the bed. His eyes were closed and he held his Wilson Combat in his lap, as serene as a sleeping toddler and the gun a favorite stuffed animal. The man had at least as much patience as Treven, it was obvious from the stillness with which he sat while they waited. It made sense—it would be a piss-poor sniper who couldn’t wait out a target—and, ordinarily, Treven would have admired and even been reassured by the trait. But now, it was making him feel like the source of Dox’s apparent serenity was some secret knowledge Treven himself lacked.
Dox, his eyes still closed, said, “What’s on your mind, son?”
Christ, did the guy read minds, too? “What do you mean?”
Dox opened his eyes. “Well, either you’re trying to wear out the carpet in our luxury suite here, or something’s making you antsy.”
“It’s nothing. I just don’t like waiting.”
“I thought you ISA studs could outwait a rock. You trying to disabuse me?”
Treven chuckled. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s all right. I’m feeling antsy myself.”
Treven looked at him. Propped serenely on the bed, he looked about as antsy as a statue.
“That’s how you act when you’re antsy?”
Dox grinned. “Oh, yeah. My blood pressure’s way up at the moment. When I’m feeling relaxed, I’m practically invisible.”
Treven couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking. “Well, what’s bugging you?”
“Your friend, to be honest.”
“Larison?”
Dox nodded and turned to Kei, who, though she hadn’t said or done anything different since they started talking, somehow seemed to be following their conversation with interest.
“Darlin’,” he said, “would you mind wearing the headphones for a few minutes? Nothing special, just the dreaded OpSec, which is what we badasses call operational security.”
“I don’t mind listening,” Kei said.
Dox smiled a little sadly. “I know you don’t. Would you trust me, though?”
Amazingly, Kei nodded as though she indeed did trust him. Dox, Treven decided, just had a way with people. Those kids in the minivan at the Capital Hilton had practically fallen in love with him inside five minutes. And now, he’d somehow gotten a woman who he’d helped kidnap to apparently believe he had her best interests at heart. Treven wished he knew the trick. He would have liked to be able to do it himself.
Dox got up and put the headphones on Kei, then walked over to Treven. “Let me ask you something,” he said quietly. “How well do you know that hombre?”
Treven wondered where he was going with this. “Not that well. I tracked him down in Costa Rica for Hort, and then we wound up working together on this fucked-up op.”
“Then you don’t really know him.”
“Why are you asking?”
“I’m just trying to get a handle on him. I’m usually good at reading people, but when I try to read Larison, it’s like the pages are blank. That, or it’s too dark to see them.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“What do you think he’s thinking right now?”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean, if you were him, and you just found out the diamonds are real, and Horton is now a civilian, and you don’t give a shit about schoolchildren being murdered, what do you do?”
Treven didn’t answer. He’d been half-consciously grappling with the same question.
Dox waited, then said, “Do you just take your cut of the diamonds and walk away?”
“I don’t know.”
“Cause that’s a lot of loose ends you’re leaving behind.”
“That’s one way of looking at it.”
“And that’s just the cold-hearted calculus of the cold-hearted operator I’m trying to imagine. It could be even worse.”
“How?”
“You think Larison has any…secrets?”
Treven was suddenly and profoundly aware that, this whole time, he’d been wrongly assuming Dox was a little bit dull. And, equally suddenly and profoundly, that he’d been completely, dangerously wrong about that. He wondered how many people had come to the same realization in the moment before Dox put out their lights forever. He supposed he should count himself lucky, for having learned the lesson so cheaply.
“Secrets?” he said, hoping his expression hadn’t betrayed anything.
Dox looked at him, the hillbilly gone, the expression more akin to that of a human polygraph.
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