FORTY
Kate stepped forward, surprising the heavyset man as he stepped out of the office building on Thirty-third Street.
“Howard?”
Howard Kurtzman had worked for her father for twenty years. It wasn’t hard to find him. Her dad’s old secretary, Betsy, knew the toy company where he worked now. The accountant had always been a creature of habit. He always went out at twelve o’clock sharp for lunch.
“Kate?” His eyes regarded her nervously. People rushed by on the busy street. “Jeez, Kate, it’s been a while. How’ve you been?”
Kate had always had a fondness for him. When she was growing up, he was the guy who always handled the office’s day-to-day. The type who always felt he was the glue that held the place together. It was Howard who always sent Kate her monthly allowance checks back in college. Once he even vouched for her when she went over her credit-card limit in Italy and didn’t want her father to know. Howard was still overweight, had lost a little hair on top, and spoke with a bit of a wheeze. He was still wearing the same thick support shoes and fat, out-of-style tie. He always referred to Kate as “Boss’s Daughter Number One.”
“Congratulations,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “I heard you got married, Kate.”
“Thanks.” She looked at him. There was something about this that Kate felt was a little sad.
“So is this a coincidence, or what?” The accountant tried to laugh. “I’m afraid the old checkbook is closed.”
“Howard, I read the transcripts.” Kate stepped forward.
“The transcripts …” He scratched his head uncomfortably. “Jeez, Kate, a whole year’s gone by. Now?”
“Howard, I know it was you,” Kate said. “I know you were the person who turned him in.”
“You’re wrong.” He shook his head. “I was subpoenaed by the FBI.”
“Howard, please …” Kate placed her hand on the accountant’s arm. “I don’t care. I know that my father did some bad things. I just want to know, why did you do it? After all those years? Did someone put you up to it? Pressure you? Howard, you were like part of the family.”
“I told you.” His eyes flitted around anxiously. “They subpoenaed me, Kate. I didn’t have a choice.”
“Maybe someone else did, then? In the business. Did someone pay you, Howard? Please, this is important.” Kate realized she was sounding a little frantic. “I have to know.”
Howard led her over to the curb, away from the flow of people. Kate could see he was really afraid.
“Why are you doing this, Kate? Why are you going back there now?”
“It isn’t ‘back there’ for me, Howard. My father’s missing. No one’s seen him for the past week. My mother’s crazy over this. We can’t even find out if he’s dead or alive.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “But you can’t be here, Kate. I have a life—”
“We have lives, too, Howard. Please, I know you know something. You can’t hate him that much.”
“You think I hate him?” There was a little denial in his voice, something Kate took as sadness, too. “Don’t you understand, I worked for your father for twenty years.”
Kate’s eyes glistened. “I know.”
He didn’t budge. “I’m sorry. You were wrong to come here, Kate.” He tried to pull himself away. “Face it, your father was a criminal, Kate. I did the right thing. I’ve got to go.”
Kate reached out and took hold of the accountant’s arm. She could barely hide her feelings. She had known Howard Kurtzman since she was a kid.
“I did the right thing, Kate. Don’t you understand?” He looked like he was having a meltdown. “Go away now, please. This is my life now. Leave me alone, Kate, and don’t come back.”
It was a chilly October morning. Kate was on the river again. The WITSEC agent guarding her was watching from the parking lot high above the boathouse on the shore.
Kate pushed off the pier and headed upstream, in the direction of the Hudson. Up ahead, on the cliff at the bend at Baker Field, the sun shone luminously off the huge painted Columbia C.
The currents were a little choppy that morning, and the traffic was light. Kate found herself pretty much alone out there. She started by doing five-beat strokes, just to get her rhythm. The sleek shell glided easily through the waves. Up ahead there was a launch boat in the middle of the river, in the stretch they called the Narrows, between Swindler’s Cove and Baker Field.
She charted a course to stay clear of it. Okay, Kate, push it.… Let it go.…
She leaned forward and powered into her routine, increasing her pace to every four beats. Her neoprene wetsuit blocked out the biting wind and cold. In her rhythm Kate’s mind drifted back to the day before. How fidgety Howard had been. How agitated he seemed even just at running into her. He was hiding something, Kate was sure. But he wasn’t about to tell her. Someone had pressured him to go to the FBI. And she was sure her mother knew something as well. Kate was worried about her. Alone out there. She was worried about all of them. The WITSEC people weren’t being straight with her.
Kate pushed against the current, powering with her legs, her seat sliding aft. She glanced behind her. She was approaching the Bend. The current was choppy, and the wind sliced into her wetsuit. She’d gone close to a mile.
That’s when she caught sight of the launch boat she had noticed before. It was coming up behind her.
There were lanes out here. She had the right-of-way. At first Kate just groaned and thought, Hey, wake up, asshole. There was no one out there but the two of them. The boat was a couple of tons at least, and it seemed to be going fast. The wake alone could capsize her.
Kate broke her stroke, steering out of its way in the direction of the Bronx shore.
She glanced behind her again. The oncoming boat had shifted course as well—still on her! Jesus, are these people even awake? There were about a hundred yards between them now, the bright red hull starting to get very large. Kate jerked the oars again and glanced back around. Her heart started to beat faster.
The launch wasn’t just headed in her direction.
It was on a collision course. It was bearing right down on her.
Now Kate started to get scared. She looked behind her toward the boathouse and the WITSEC guard up there who was powerless to do anything, even if he saw what was going on. The boat was speeding down on her. It could slice her fiberglass shell in two. Kate picked up her pace. Don’t they see me? The boat was getting closer. So close she could make out two men in the cabin. One had long, dark hair in a ponytail and was staring down at her. That was
