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.Because he’d do the ground work with the locals.Goddamn her, anyway—playing coach, getting him warmed up and in play.Broker pushed the Explorer through the light rain, east down Highway 5.The geography had become a fixture: the wall-to-wall slab of sky, the perspective of two-lane blacktop shooting a plumb line through the green flat, thinning down to nothing.The most common things that grew over four feet tall were the telephone poles, power lines, and cell-phone towers.He was leaning forward over the steering wheel, juices starting to stir.Past his initial frustration, he guessed why Nina wanted him to stay on here.She knew he’d naturally find an in with the locals.And he could feel the same frenzy to do something that gripped Nina, Holly, and Jane.But doing something does not mean doing anything.If their tip was real, they would have only one chance.And it wasn’t Ace Shuster or Gordy Riker they were after.It was the people who were picking up from Shuster and Gordy.This George maybe? The Indian?And Nina’d only have one chance, if they showed themselves.And if that happened, he wanted in.Like Yeager did.And his buddies.He saw her motion before he got her outline.A flicker of white and gray, and brown skin.Smooth energy pulsing down the shoulder, on the right side of the road.He pulled over, put it in neutral, and waited.The rain moderated, then slowed to a few drips and he watched the cloudburst trundle away in the flat gray sky, trailing dark tatters.As Jane ran closer, Broker compared her to Nina.Younger of course, and…he searched for a word and settled on Nina’s—trained.She had learned that smooth stride to eliminate excess motion.Jane didn’t seem to come by it innately, unlike Nina, who had these lazy fluid kinetics.Nina made everything look so easy.Almost slow, you thought, and then she was on top of you in your face, or past you and it was too late.Broker suspected that nothing had ever been easy for Jane, and most likely men were the reason why.Not a trifling insight for a man who had a daughter.She came in close now and he saw she was wearing a scissored-up white T-shirt with Cancun printed across the front, dark shorts, and worn New Balance shoes.She also had a fanny pack slung around her waist on thick webbing, sturdy enough to keep it from bouncing.Big enough to accommodate a cell phone, and probably a Beretta nine.As she yanked open the door and hopped in, he noticed she wore no metal.Just raindrops today.The ear piercings, the nose stud, the ax thing around her neck.Gone.He handed her several of the motel towels from the backseat and waited while she scrubbed some of the rain from her face, neck, and shoulders.In that moment, as she leaned forward, arms raised, chasing the rain from her short hair with the towel, she looked disarmingly feminine and unguarded.“Why’d you stay?”“You guys need all the help you can get.”She glared at him.“I was asked,” Broker said simply.Jane narrowed her eyes, then slowly nodded her head.“Nina.When you delivered the suitcase at the bar and got knocked on your butt.”“There it is.”“So what do you have in mind?”Broker said, “If something is on for tonight, you need the local cops.They know every stalk of wheat in the fucking county.”“No way.The locals hear what we’ve got, they’ll shit their pants.” She paused and gave him an intense stare.“They haven’t heard, have they?”“They didn’t have to.They already figured it out.”Jane slumped back in the seat.Broker pointed across the road, north.“I been up there.I seen the border.It’ll break your heart.”Jane pushed forward, plopped her elbows on her carved knees, and stared into the middle distance.“Holly’s in deep shit.The pogues in Homeland Security are bitching to Special Ops at Bragg.Justice and Homeland Security are involved.They say we’ve exceeded our mandate.Fuckers.We weren’t supposed to have a mandate.We’re supposed to be totally in the black.”“How long have we got?”She held his eyes for a few beats and said, “We, huh?”“Yeah, we.How long?”“Holly’s arguing that right now.They want to pull our backup.But we might have something with this Khari guy.He’s Syrian-Lebanese, out of Grand Forks.Owns a warehouse and a chain of liquor stores in the Dakotas.Turns out there’s a lot of Lebanese around here, especially in South Dakota…”Broker nodded.“Ex-senator Abourezk.”“Who? Never mind—this Khari guy was Ace’s dad’s liquor supplier.He’s an immigrant, born in Beirut.His father was active in the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine.Khari came here at nineteen, after his parents were killed in the civil war.He was raised by the mother’s brother in the Maronite Catholic Church.He’s not a Muslim.In fact, Lebanese Christians don’t even consider themselves Arabs.Just Lebanese.We got a team on him with a parabolic mike, trying to monitor his phone conversations.” She made a face.“It’s pretty thin.But it’s our only chance.Except now some honcho from Homeland Security is on his way to keep an eye on us.”“If tonight involves something coming across that border, you better bring one of the locals,” Broker said.“And you already got somebody lined up, huh?” Jane said.“Just a cell phone call away.Deputy named Yeager.Because you guys won’t be able to find your butt up there in the dark.”“What else did Nina say?”“That the gig with Ace is pretty much up.It’s turned into a game.Gordy and Ace have a bet.Gordy bet Nina’s a cop.Ace took the bet
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