“I swear, I didn’t lie to you. At least not after I lied about having to go inside the building. I chased the man for a few blocks and then I had a dizzy spell and passed out. I woke up to a pair of prostitutes trying to steal my jacket. But I got here as quickly as I possibly could.”

“Well, that’s all fine and dandy, but why didn’t you bring somebody!”

“I needed to investigate the situation beforehand.”

“Look, I don’t know what your frame of mind is, but it appears to me that you want to be some big-shot hero, and that’s not what’s gonna get us out of here! I’m locked outside the house, I’ll be murdered or worse as soon as they find me, and they may very well execute all of the prisoners if they think somebody is on to them. So it would be really nice to have the cops or the military or the Justice League of America around here to save the day!”

“I understand that,” Thomas said. “But there’s a problem. I’m not used to driving in these conditions and my car went off the side of the road about two miles back. I had to walk here.”

I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. “You have a cell phone, right?”

“In theory.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ve got one, but the battery died. I thought I’d recharged it, but I’ve had a lot on my mind recently, as I’m sure you can understand, and-”

“Do you have a gun?” I interrupted.

“Yes.”

“Do you have bullets for this gun?”

“Sarcasm isn’t necessary. Yes.”

“Good. Give it to me.”

He shook his head. “I have a more effective plan. I’ll pretend to be a stranded motorist.”

“It won’t work. They’ll kill you.”

“You don’t know that. I just need to get over the fence.”

“Have you tried the front gate?”

“Yes. It’s the only part that’s not electrified, but the bars are too narrow to squeeze through, and too slippery to climb.”

“Maybe you could climb one of the trees and jump over,” I suggested. “Even though you’d probably break your leg.”

“I tried that. I shouldn’t have tried to climb with mittens. I lost my balance, bashed my face into a branch,” he pointed to the gash above his eye, “and fell. I can’t tell because it’s so numb from the cold anyway, but I think I broke my foot.”

I sighed. “How are you possibly going to get over the fence with a broken foot?”

“I’m not certain. I’ll figure something out. And even if I can’t, if I stand by the front gate they’re bound to see me.”

“Not necessarily. And if they do, it’ll be after you’ve frozen to death.”

“I’ll be fine.”

I leaned my face closer to the fence. “Just give me the gun, Thomas. There are only five of them. If I can catch them off-guard, I might be able to take them out.”

“No, I’ll get in there. I promise.”

“Thomas, I’ll make sure you get your share of the goddamn glory! This is no time to be a hero! Now give me the gun!”

“You don’t have experience with guns. I do. Trust me, I’ll get you out of there. I promise I’ll get you out of there.”

“Your hands are going to be frostbitten! You’ll barely be able to hold the gun, let alone shoot it accurately!”

“Andrew, I came here to do a job, and I’m going to do it.”

“So, what, you essentially called me over here to say that you don’t want my help? Me, the guy who’s on the inside, who they all think is one of them. How can you possibly be so stubborn?”

“No, I didn’t say that I don’t want your help. I want all the information you can provide.”

“What information do you need if your big plan is to pretend you’re a crippled, stranded motorist and start shooting?”

“I need the layout of the place, where the kidnapped people are being held, that type of knowledge.”

“I don’t see how that’s going to…” I trailed off, and then decided it wasn’t worth arguing. I told him what I knew, which wasn’t much.

“Do you think you can arrange to be with them when they answer the doorbell, or at least when they go outside?” he asked.

“I’m supposed to be locked in the bedroom at this very minute. So no, I can’t promise you that.”

“Why are they locking you in the bedroom if they think you’re the Headhunter?”

“They’re not big on trust. Listen, why don’t you try to get over the fence right now? If by some miracle I can get back inside, we can find the prisoners, then pick off the bad guys when they show up.”

“How did you get locked out?”

“I have no idea! The card stopped working!”

“So it’s an electronic lock?”

“Yeah.” I held up the card for him to inspect.

“I had my tracking device on when you came out,” he said. “Maybe it was interfering with the access system.”

“Would it do that?”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing, but it’s possible, I suppose.”

“Is that tracking device good enough to pinpoint an exact location? Like, could we tell exactly where Roger is right now?”

Thomas shook his head. “No. It’s very general.”

“Then why did you have it on?”

“Because if they discovered the bug and destroyed it, I’d lose the signal. I’ve just been making periodic checks.”

“So you were just checking to see if we were still alive?”

“Well, your shoes, anyway.”

“I am so glad I met you. How about you start climbing a tree, okay?”

A couple of feeble attempts made it clear that there was no way Thomas was getting over that fence with a broken foot. As he landed on his back the second time, I almost fell to my knees. “Please, Thomas. Give me the gun.”

“I’ll make it over.”

“No, you won’t. Accept it.”

I’d been out here way too long already. Though Thomas could conceivably provide some assistance-maybe they would think he was a stranded motorist and be taken by surprise-I had to assume I was on my own again.

“If the card works this time, I’ll investigate the other building,” I said. “Try not to kill yourself.”

I waded back through the snow. The snowfall was getting heavier, so it would probably cover my tracks, but to help things out I kept pushing snow over them. It meant that the trip back to the door seemed to take forever, and by the time I got there my arms were completely numb and soaking wet, but if I was lucky things wouldn’t seem too out of place.

I had trouble even getting the pass card out of my pocket, but managed to wave it in front of the door to the metal building. Nothing.

I tried it again. A beep and a click.

The problem may have been interference, or it may have just been a system glitch, but either way, I was in!

IT DID NO good.

The first thing I encountered were two doors, one to the left and one to the right. Both of them had number pads instead of card readers. Keeping with my trend of self-delusional optimism, I tested the handles on each door.

I wasn’t surprised when they didn’t open.

I was soaking wet from the snow, which blew my cover story about just getting bored and going for a walk. I hadn’t found anything useful in the mansion so far, and they could check my room any minute.

As much as I hated to admit defeat, it was time to head back and hope that a different opportunity presented itself. Or that somehow, despite his maddening stubborn streak, Thomas came through for me.

SURPRISINGLY, I managed to get back to my room without incident, save for an easily retraced wrong turn. I stripped out of the wet clothes and wrung them out as best I could, and then draped them over the hot tub. They probably wouldn’t be dry before anyone showed up, but I’d just say that I’d taken Daniel’s advice and went straight for the cold shower, not bothering to get undressed. It was weak, I know, but I’m sure they thought I was the kind of guy who would do something like that.

I debated long and hard over what to do with Josie’s pass card. When she discovered it was missing, she’d know for certain it was in my room. I didn’t think that trying to deny it would go over very well, and I probably couldn’t hide it anywhere that they wouldn’t find it. Somewhere else in the house, perhaps, but they’d have me locked up with the other prisoners long before I could retrieve it.