Dying of the Light Page #3

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- You know what?

- What?

This is cool.

Print 'em out. I don't like

to read off a monitor.

All right.

No answer?

Aasim.

Aasim. Aasim. Aasim.

You have a visa?

- Speak English?

- Yeah.

I need you to go... go to Bucharest.

I need you to find this... doctor.

I need you to get the medication?

Shave your beard and get...

European ways.

Better idea.

Get this Cornel to come here.

What if... if he give me problems?

If he does not want to come?

Tell him the family of his wife

will not be spared. Yeah,

that's good. That's good.

Here he is.

"Dr. Iulian Cornel,

grant to develop novel therapeutic

agents b-thalassemia.

Sponsored Cooley's anemia foundation."

Bingo. Muhammad Banir,

you think you can hide?

Nobody can hide from the reaper.

Can we get in?

- Into what?

- Into the correspondence

between Banir and the doctor.

Cornel hasn't heard from Abdi...

so now he's wondering...

"Where's my payment?"

- It... it's possible, but...

- But what?

If this med is for Banir,

why hasn't anyone heard

from him in 20 years?

I can explain.

Banir thought I had an asset

in his group, a double.

That's what he was trying to get me to

give up. There was no f***ing asset.

I couldn't give it up even if I

wanted, but that was the deal.

After my extraction, I had my doubts,

so I sent some intelligence hinting

that Banir himself was the double,

a cable that would be intercepted

at the highest levels.

If he was still alive, I wanted

him off the playing field.

I drove him into the ground.

Everybody figured he was dead.

- I had my doubts.

- Why?

Because he's a true believer.

Guys like that don't just die.

You gotta... you gotta rip out

their hearts with your bare hands.

You've been giving this a lot

of thought, haven't you?

- Just once a day.

- Every day.

All day long.

Don't answer it.

Sh*t. Just stay there.

Dr. Sanjar, I'm real busy right now.

I don't have the time.

Evan, I don't want to leave it the way

it was left today. It was not right.

- It's all right.

- No, it's not.

I'm not going to let you push this aside.

We want to help you.

Come to my office, we'll sit down,

have a talk, prepare for the future.

It doesn't have to be tomorrow.

Whenever you like.

- Agreed?

- Yeah. Agreed.

- I'll see you then.

- I'll see you then.

- You gonna tell me what that was about?

- It's nothing. Let's get drunk.

This goes back to when I

found you at Ruby Tuesdays,

- Doesn't it?

- Can't a man have any privacy?

All right, look,

I'm risking my job here,

but you've got another program running,

something you won't tell me about.

You gotta be straight.

You owe me that much.

Happy?

It's not so bad now... little things,

things that I can hide...

but that's a train that

only runs one way.

Everything up here?

Rotting. Bit by bit, it slips away.

- You've known this...

- I suspected.

About a year ago, something

in my head just... fell.

By the time you start showing symptoms,

the atrophy's done its damage,

brain mass has decreased.

Three years, my guess. That's about it.

You know, I wanna know something.

Were they asking about me?

Not to me directly, but yeah.

You're angry?

Not at them. Well, actually,

maybe at them, but this whole damn thing.

Why me? Why the f*** me?

- I didn't do anything wrong!

- Ev, you still have time left.

Make the most of it.

Why waste it looking for someone

who may not even exist?

He does exist.

There is a window here.

It won't be open long,

and then it will close and Banir

will have gotten away with it.

And I am gonna do something

worth remembering

with what's left of my time.

Could you please step out?

Mr. Lake, we're going back to the station.

Please get in the patrol car.

I will drive you there.

Place your keys under the seat.

What have I done?

State law requires physicians

to report all conditions

that might cause a loss of consciousness,

Mr. Lake. Your name is on this list.

Now if this is an error,

it will be corrected at the station.

Look, I work for the United

States government, just like you.

Another officer will bring your car.

If there's someone you'd like to pick you up,

you can call them from the station.

If you have a cellphone, you can call now.

What made him jump, the Kenyan?

All right, he's a conduit

for pharmaceuticals.

He's been protecting the location

of someone presumed dead.

He's been accused of this

Nigerian drug fraud scam.

What makes him jump?

It had to be something else.

Something he knew.

- Something he was afraid he'd give up.

- Yeah, something scary.

The money came in.

10,000 Euros, Abdi's account.

And no one to pick it up. Sh*t,

I gotta hurry. The clock's running.

You're going to Romania?

How? Have you thought about

how you're gonna do it?

Go to Bucharest, collect the money,

track down the bad guy, charter a jet,

set her down at Andrew's air

force base. No, not in detail.

- I'm coming with you.

- No, you're not.

- Let me come with you.

- I'm not helpless.

- I know, but do you have multiple I.D.?

- I have old passport...

Old passport won't cut a deal

like this, not in today's security.

We'll need at least

three sets, all vetted.

- How long for the I.D's?

- Two days, three.

- What if I say no?

- No what?

No, you can't come.

Well then, Mr. secret agent man,

I might have to drop a dime on you.

You know, I half believe you would.

It's programmed to the

number I was given.

Only call if it's an emergency.

You have cash?

Yes.

So this will be your car.

- Do you have...

- Don't tell me anything. I know nothing.

Do you have a gun?

In the trunk.

Have you clarified your plan?

There's a woman meeting

us in Bucharest.

Oh. You are full of surprises.

Michelle Zubarain, used to be

a journalist, mid-east danger junkie.

Might even have been an agent.

She works out of Prague now.

- She an old flame?

- Just someone I used to know.

- And?

- Just, you know, one step at a time.

Seeing what'll happen next.

Professor Dr. Iulian Cornel.

Nothing particularly

stands out about him.

Keeps a low profile, community service,

sits on a couple of boards.

What about his wife?

Angena? They met

through an aid program.

- Where?

- Mombasa.

- Sir.

- What?

- This is a nonsmoking section.

- Let me just check something.

Yup, I am in Romania.

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

- This whole country is a smoking section.

- Evan.

- Okay. Okay.

- Sir, there is a smoking area upstairs.

I'm putting it out!

Jesus!

Thank you for bringing

that to our attention.

I know. I'm sorry, Michelle.

I'm sorry about that. It's the jetlag.

It's got me...

it's got me turned around.

It's all right.

What's the best way to

approach Dr. Cornel?

In his office during business hours,

closed door, with colleagues nearby.

I've prepared an official cover.

You'll be my American colleagues.

Okay.

How did you and Michelle meet?

If I'm not being too forward.

No, it's not too forward. It just...

wasn't particularly glamorous.

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