never-ending torment?â
âNo, I hadnât really thought about it. But thanks for reminding me.â
âYou donât know how much it hurts to hear you joke like that.â
âI donât know what you want me to say.â
Her gaze sank into her cup, like she was trying to read something at the bottom. âDoes it scare you?â
âVivian, honestly, I try keep it out of my mind.â
âMaybe they were just trying to get in your head. Sap your will, crush your psyche. Maybe it was a cruel lie, and thatâs all.â
âValentine sure seemed to believe it. Besides, whether any of itâs true or not, I donât think God needs someone like me to be His special agent. There are plenty of people out there with military backgrounds who are in church every Sunday, guys who would literally kill for such an assignment. Sucking up to command has always worked in the past, so I donât see why it shouldnât now.â
âBut donât you see? The fact you fought for what was right, fought to prevent that evil man from fulfilling his plan, even though you didnât necessarily believe you were saving your own soul, thatâs what makes you such a warrior for Him. He knows your heart, Jake. He knows the kind of person you are, that you donât act out of an expectation of being rewarded in the afterlife. Youâre better than that. Better than most of those people who sit in pews out of self-interest.â
His neck popped as he twisted it. The motion was uncomfortable, sent a twinge radiating into his back. He was sore, and the soreness was just beginning.
âEven if all thatâs true, what do you expect me to do?â
âI expect you to do what God put you here to do. To follow your conscience. To use your God-given abilities to help people. Your nephewâs life is at stake, whether because of William and his men or whoever he thinks he needs to protect him from. But if William is rightâand I think he is, Jake, at least partlyâthis may be much, much bigger than that.â
Hatcher said nothing. His gaze drifted over the concrete surface of the table. It ended up resting on the cell phone.
âVivian, I wouldnât know how to find the Carnates if I wanted to. Theyâre not exactly in the phone book.â
âYou found them before. Youâre good at that kind of thing.â
âI literally wouldnât even know where to begin.â
âWhy do you keep looking at my cell phone?â
It took a second for the question to register. It was true, he had been staring at her cell phone. He wasnât sure why. He raised his head but found himself looking past Vivian again. The guy in the sweats shooting hoops. Something had caught his eye, maybe a few times now, but he wasnât sure what.
âJake?â
Just as he started to pull his gaze back to her, he saw it once more. A glint. He watched for it this time. The guy put up a shot, trotted over it recover it, then turned to dribble away. There it was again. A tiny flash of sunlight. Reflecting off his ear.
He looked down at the cell a final time. He gestured with his chin toward it, lowered his voice when he spoke. âDid they happen to give you that, by any chance?â
Vivian started to speak, then stopped. âWhy?â
He picked up the phone, slid it out of its leather jacket. âYou said you were pretty certain they didnât know about us?â
âNo,â she said. âI mean, yes. I donât think so.â
The phone was new. He ran his finger over the top, pressed a button to wake up the screen. He groped around the menu until he found the call log. Last call listed was from a private number. The entry indicated it ended less than a minute earlier.
Hatcherâs head snapped up. A basketball rolled slowly across the cement court until it gently bumped against the chain-link fence. The guy in the sweats was gone.
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