Lee CHILD - No Plan B

The meeting was held in a room with no windows.

The room was rectangular and it had no windows because it had no external walls. It was contained within a larger, square room. And the square room was contained within an even larger octagonal room. Together this nest of rooms formed the command hub of Unit S2 at the Minerva Correctional Facility in Winson, Mississippi. Along with its sister segregation unit, S1, it was the most secure place in the complex. It was laid out with walls like the concentric rings of a medieval castle. Designed to be impregnable. From the outside, even if attacked by the most determined rescuers. And from the inside, even during the most extreme riot.

The safety aspect was welcome but the reason the hub had been chosen for this meeting was its seclusion. The opportunity it offered for complete secrecy. Because the rest of Unit S2 was vacant. There were no guards. No admin staff. And none of its 120 isolation cells were in use. They werent needed. Not with the way the prison was run under its current management. The progressive approach was a cause of great pride. And great PR.

There were six men in the room, and this was the third covert meeting theyd held there in the last week. The men were spread out around a long, narrow table and there were two spare chairs pushed back against a blank, white wall. The furniture was made of bright blue polycarbonate. Each piece was cast in a single mold, leaving no joins or seams. The shape and material made the items hard to break. The color made it hard to conceal any parts that did somehow get smashed off. It was practical. But not very comfortable. And all left over from the previous administration.

Three of the men were wearing suits. Bruno Hix, Minervas Chief Executive and joint founder, at the head of the table. Damon Brockman, Chief Operating Officer and the other joint founder, to Hixs right. And Curtis Riverdale, the prisons warden, next to Brockman. The man next to Riverdale, the last one on that side of the table, was wearing a uniform. He was Rod Moseley, Chief of the Winson Police Department. On the opposite side, to Hixs left, were two guys in their late twenties. Both were wearing black T-shirts and jeans. One had a broken nose and two black eyes and a forehead full of angry purple bruises. The other had his left arm in a sling. Both were trying to avoid the other mens eyes.

So is there a problem or not? Brockman shrugged his shoulders. Can anyone say for sure that there is? No. Therefore we should go ahead as planned. Theres too much at stake to start running from shadows.

No. Riverdale shook his head. If there might be a problem that means there is a problem, the way I see things. Safety first. We should

We should find out for sure, Moseley said. Make an informed decision. The key is, did the guy look in the envelope? Thats what we need to know.

No one spoke.

Well? Moseley stretched his leg out under the table and kicked the guy with the sling. Wake up. Answer the question.

Give me a break. The guy stifled a yawn. We had to drive all night to get to Colorado. And all night again to get back here.

Cry me a river. Moseley prodded the guy with his foot. Just tell us. Did he look?

The guy stared at the wall. We dont know.

Looking in the envelope isnt definitive, Riverdale said. If he did look, we need to know if he understood what he saw. And what he plans to do about it.

Whether the guy looked is irrelevant, Brockman said. So what if he did? Nothing in there gives the slightest clue to whats going on.

Riverdale shook his head. It mentions 10:00 a.m. on Friday. Very clearly. The time, the date, the place.

So what? Brockman raised his hands. Fridays an occasion for joy and celebration. Theres nothing remotely suspicious about it.

But the photograph was in there. Riverdale jabbed the air with his finger in time with each syllable. Eight by ten. Impossible to miss.

And again, that means nothing. Brockman threw himself back in his chair. Not unless the guy actually comes here. If he shows up on Friday. And even then wed be OK. We chose very carefully.

We didnt. How could we? We only had nine to pick from.

A smile flashed across Moseleys face. Ironic, isnt it? That the one we picked really is innocent.

I wouldnt call it ironic. Riverdale scowled. And there werent nine. There were only five. The others had family. That ruled them out.

Nine? Brockman said. Five? Whatever. The number doesnt matter. Only the outcome matters. And the outcome is good enough. Even if the guy shows up, how close would he get? Hed be a hundred feet away, at least.

He doesnt have to show up. He could see it on TV. Online. Read about it in the newspapers.

The warden has a point, Moseley said. Maybe it would be better not to draw so much attention this time. Maybe we should cancel the media. We could float some BS about respecting the inmates privacy, or something.

No need. Brockman shook his head. You think this guy has a television? A computer? A subscription to The New York Times? Hes destitute, for goodness sake. Stop looking for trouble. There isnt any.

Hix tapped his fingertips on the tabletop. Media exposure is good for the brand. We always publicize. We always have. If we change now we would only attract more attention. Make people think something is wrong. But I do think we need to know. Did he look? Hix turned to the guys in the T-shirts. Best guess. No wrong answer. The chips fell where they fell. We understand that. Just tell us what you believe.

The guy with the broken nose took a deep breath through his mouth. I think he looked.

You think? Hix said. But youre not sure.

Not one hundred percent.

OK. Where was the envelope?

In the bag.

Where was the bag?

On the ground.

You put it down?

I needed my hands free.

Where was it when the car arrived? Hix said.

The guy with the sling said, On the ground.

In the same place?

How could we know? I wasnt there when Robert put it down. Robert wasnt conscious when I picked it up.

Hix paused for a moment. OK. How long was the guy alone with the bag?

We dont know. Cant have been long. A couple of minutes, max.

So its possible he looked, Hix said. Glanced, anyway.

Right, the guy with the broken nose said. And the bag was ripped, remember. How did that happen? And why? We didnt do it.

Brockman leaned forward. It was a crazy scene, from what you told us. Wreckage everywhere. Total chaos. The bag probably got ripped by accident. It doesnt sound like some major clue. And the other two havent reported that he looked.

The guy with the sling said, They havent reported at all. We dont know where they are.

Brockman said, Must still be on their way back. Phone problems, probably. But if there was anything to worry about they would have found a way to let us know.

And the guy didnt mention anything about it to the police, Moseley said. Ive talked to the lieutenant over there a couple times. That has to mean something.

I still think he looked, the guy with the broken nose said.

We should pull the plug, Riverdale said.

Thats the dumbest thing I ever heard, Brockman said. We didnt set the date. We didnt pick the time. The judge did when he signed the release order. You know that. We pull some bullshit delaying tactic, we wind up ass-deep in inspectors. You know where that would land us. We might as well shoot ourselves in the head, right here, right now.

Riverdale scowled. Im not saying we delay. Im saying we go back to the original plan. The switch was always a mistake.

That would solve Fridays problem. If there is one. But then wed have no way out of the bigger jam were in. Carpenters situation.