Bleeding Hearts Part 36

'Why don't you join us?' I said.

He tried to look puzzled, then gave up and smiled. 'Have you known all the time?'

'More or less.'

I led him to the table. Sam Clancy was tall and thin with a cadaverous face and sunken eyes. He was in his late 20s or early 30s, with thinning brown hair combed across his forehead. From his voice, I'd imagined he'd be older. He took Bel's hand before sitting down. The waiter arrived, and Clancy nodded towards her drink.

'Looks good,' he said. The waiter nodded and moved off.

'So, I guess I wouldn't make a career working undercover, huh? Do you want some introductory conversation, or shall we get down to work?'

'Let's consider ourselves introduced,' said Bel.

'Right. So, you want to know what I know. Well, here goes. Jeremiah Provost takes a bit of a back seat these days as far as the day-to-day running of the Disciples is concerned. You know a bit about his background?'

'Rich family,' I said, "bad college professor.'

'That's not a bad precis. Also completely mad. He's been in and out of expensive clinics. No sign that he does heavy drugs or booze, so there has to be some other reason, like pure mental instability.'

'So if he's in the back seat,' asked Bel, 'who's behind the wheel?'

'On the business side, a man called Nathan. I don't even know if that's his first or second name, he's just called Nathan. You know a couple of reporters got hit on by the Disciples? That was Nathan. He didn't like them, so he whacked them.'

'He's a bit handy then?' I said.

'He's a tough mother. Then there's Alisha, she's an earth 289.

mother type with just a streak of junta. She runs the people, makes them do what needs to be done.'

'And this is all out on the Olympic Peninsula?'

Clancy nodded. 'The most beautiful spot on the continent, j But Provost isn't there much. He's taken on a Howard Hughes existence in a brand new house up on Queen Anne;i Hill. Terrific view on to downtown, a few thousand square?

feet and a swimming pool. Rumour has it Kiefer Sutherlandl wanted to rent the place when he was here filming The) Vanis.h.i.+ng. Anyway, that's where Provost spends his time, surrounded by phones and fax machines and computers, sol he can keep in touch with his minions overseas.' 'There was a fax machine in Oban.' I recalled, 'it had at least two Was.h.i.+ngton State numbers on its memory.'

'Olympic Peninsula and Queen Anne,' Clancy stated with authority.

'Have you ever spoken to Provost?' Bel asked him.

'I've tried, but he's ringed with steel.'

'But who runs the show really, him or his lieutenants?'

'Now that's a good question.'

Clancy broke off so we could order. Bel took his advice when her turn came, and we ordered another round of drinks to go with the meal. Some tortilla chips and dips had been placed on the table, so we munched as we spoke.

'The men who killed my father,' said Bel, 'if they were the same men who stopped us on the road out of Oban, then they were Americans.'

'They didn't look like cult members though,' I told Clancy.

'They seemed more like government types.'

'Which brings me to my research,' Clancy said, beginning to enjoy himself. 'You know that the Disciples suddenly took oif late in 19 85? I mean, they started buying land and real estate. Which means Provost had money to spend. Where did it come from? n.o.body knows. Did a bunch of rich relatives suddenly and conveniently die? No. Did he win some state lottery? No. A lucky week at Vegas? Uh-uh. It's 290.

been driving people nuts, wondering where that money suddenly came from.'

'You've found out?' Bel asked.

'Not exactly, not yet. But I think I was getting close.' So maybe Eleanor Ricks had been getting close too. 'I do know this.' Clancy made a melodramatic point, glancing around the restaurant then leaning forward across the table. I wondered if he could always differentiate between gossip and fact. 'Provost went to Was.h.i.+ngton DC. Please, don't ask how I know this. I have sources to protect and my ... uh, techniques weren't always strictly legit. He was in DC for a meeting with some lawyers and other fat cats. But while he was there he had a couple of visitors, two men called Elyot and Kline. They visited him on more than one occasion. This was in January 1986, a few months after Provost started spending.

'Now, I think I've tracked down who Elyot and Kline were and are. There's an agent called Richard Elyot works for the CIA. And at the NSC there used to be a cat called Kline.'

'Used to be?'

'He resigned officially in 1986. Since then he's been on the fringes, only his name's not on the books any longer.

n.o.body knows why he resigned, whether he was forced out or what. I'm going to describe Kline to you.'

He did. I nodded halfway through and continued nodding.

'Sounds familiar,' I conceded.

'The guy in the rear car, right?' Clancy surmised.

'Right,' I confirmed. 'What about Elyot?'

'Elyot's posted in some overseas emba.s.sy just now, not a very prestigious one. He's been getting s.h.i.+tty a.s.signments for about the past five years. I even hear that he was in the US consulate in Scotland for a couple of months.'

'Interesting.'

'It's all interesting,' said Bel, finis.h.i.+ng her second margarita.

'But where does it get us?'

'The Disciples,' Clancy said, 'are somehow connected to 291.

the CIA and the NSC. How come? What could they possibly have in common?'

'And whatever it is,' I added, 'does it add up to Provost being in their pay?'

'Absolutely,' said Clancy, sitting back.

'I wouldn't mind a word with Jeremiah Provost.'

Clancy laughed. 'Get in line, fella.'

'Michael has ways,' Bel said quietly, staring at me.

'Oh, yeah?' Clancy was interested.

'But his techniques,' she went on, 'aren't ever strictly legit.'

Clancy looked more interested. 'Bel,' I said, 'it's been a long day.'

'A long day's journey,' she agreed.

'Maybe we should get the bill?'

She didn't say no. I asked Clancy how he wanted to play it. He shrugged, so I made a couple of suggestions. We agreed he'd meet us at our hotel in the morning. I settled the bill with cash. On the back of the check there was a little form asking for comments. We'd seen them before in diners.

Bel had filled one of them in. She'd put, 'Service overfriendly, food big but tasteless, have a nice day.' This time she got a pen from Clancy and wrote: 'I love tequila.'

At the bottom she drew a little heart, broken into halves.

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22.We met Clancy next morning in the hotel lobby. His first words were, 'I made a few calls to England. n.o.body I spoke to has heard of you.'

'Michael does magazine work,' Bel said. 'Let's go get some coffee.' We ordered three caffe lattes at a nearby coffee shop and sat at a table inside, even though the proprietor a.s.sured us we'd be better off sitting at one of the sidewalk tables. We had a view across the street to the Seattle Art Museum.

Clancy just called it 'Sam'.

'There's a p.o.r.no theatre one block down,' he said. 'It used to advertise Sam exhibitions on its awning. Only in Seattle, friends.'

He told us that Seattle's main industries were Boeing, fish processing and Microsoft, and that things at Boeing were extremely shaky just now. 'We used to be world leaders in grunge music. You know what that is? Torn jeans, drug habits and sneers.'

'Didn't Keith Richards patent that?'

Clancy laughed and looked at his watch. I knew he didn't altogether trust us yet, and I didn't like it that he'd been asking about us in London. Word there could get to anyone.

'Come on,' he said, 'time to rock 'n' roll.'

We took the Trans-Am to a mechanic Clancy knew near the U-Dub. 'He's a Christian mechanic,' Clancy said. 'Every Job he does comes with a blessing and a guarantee from above.'

The man was young, stocky and bearded. He reminded me of the Amish. He said the car would take a day or so, and meantime we could have a VW Rabbit. It was a small brown 293.

car, perfect for the trip we were about to make. There was a plastic litterbag hanging from the dashboard. It had Uncle Sam's hat on one side, and the Pledge of Allegiance on the other. I took my bag from the Trans-Am and locked it in the boot of the Rabbit. n.o.body asked what was in it, and I wouldn't have answered if they had.

Bel sat in the back of the car, and I let Clancy drive. We drove south on Aurora into Queen Anne Hill. This was a prime residential area, mostly bungalow-style housing. A precious few lots sat on the very edge of the hill, looking down on to the city. This was where Jeremiah Provost had his house.

It was big, even by the standards of the area, and it was on an incline so steep it made you giddy.

'I wouldn't fancy walking back from the shops,' Bel said.

Clancy looked at her. 'Walk? n.o.body walks, Bel. n.o.body ever walks.'

We parked across the road from Provost's house. Even with the handbrake on and the car left in gear, I wasn't sure I trusted the Rabbit not to start careering downhill. We all wore sungla.s.ses, and as further disguise Clancy was wearing a red baseball cap. There was a sheen of nervous sweat on his face. We knew we were taking a big risk coming here.

But the time had come to take risks. We were parked outside a house with its own turret. We couldn't see much of Provost's house though. Steps led up through a bristling garden to a white concrete wall, showing no windows or doors.

'There's only one entrance,' said Clancy, 'round the side of the house. There are French windows leading on to the pool and patio, so I suppose that makes it two entrances really.'

'And two exits,' I added. 'Where are the security cameras?'

He looked at me, perhaps wondering how I knew. 'Just as you round the corner.'

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'Is there an infra-red trip?'

'I don't know, could be.'

'It's just that on the surface, there looks like there's no security at all. So I take it what security there is is high- tech.'

'Sure, plus the muscle-man on the door.'

'Just the one?'

'Hey, Provost's a religious nut, not a Middle East guerrilla.'

'What about at night? He's got approach lights?'

'Yeah, if a hedgehog so much as inspects the lawn, the place lights up like the Fourth of July.' Clancy was still looking at me. 'You're asking all the right questions, only I'm not sure they're questions a reporter would think to ask.'

'I'm not your everyday reporter,' I said. 'He spends most of his time in there?'

'Yeah. There's a house out on Hood Ca.n.a.l belongs to Nathan. That's hot real estate too. Sometimes Provost goes there for the weekend. He doesn't do much, digs clams, picks oysters at low tide. Mr Microsoft has a compound a few houses down.'

'How much do you know about Nathan?'

'Not much. I got a name and a face.'

'When did he join the Disciples?'

'I don't know. The problem is, only having one of his names, I can't even begin to do a trace back.'

'He handles the business, does that mean the money?'

'Yeah, there's an accountant too, but Nathan does the day to day balance sheet. Thing is, there's very little on the profit side. Very little income compared to the outgoings.'

'Maybe we should talk to Nathan rather than Provost.'

'He's no easier to get to, Mike. And he wears this look like he's just waiting to break someone's face open. These cults, they're always suspicious. I mean, someone comes sniffing 295.

around them for a story, chances are it isn't going to he a panegyric.'

I looked out at Provost's house. 'Can we see it from another angle?'