Dead Watch by John Sandford Read Free Book Online

help us break that group. I will find him.”
    “Be careful where you look. Especially in Virginia.”
    “The Watchmen don’t frighten me,” Jake said.
    “That bothers me,” she said.
    “Why?”
    “Because that might mean that you’re too stupid to find Lincoln.”
    They stared at each other for a moment, poised over the coffee table, and then Jake cracked a smile: he really liked her. “Okay.”

    When he left, she shook his hand. Her hands were harder and rougher than he’d expected, probably from riding, or working around the farm, he thought. He turned on the stoop and said, “I’ll talk to the governor about you—get you back to your farm, make sure you’re not harassed. If I need more information, can I come back?”
    “Yes, you may, anytime,” she said. “If we don’t find Linc pretty soon, he’s gone. We’ll never find him.”
    Black, standing behind her, said, “And hey, take it easy, huh? Listen to what Maddy’s saying about the Watchmen. From what I hear, you were always a little too quick to jump out of the airplane.”

    When Jake was gone, Madison said to Johnson Black, “The Virginia state police and the FBI are looking for Linc. They’re not getting anywhere, so the president sends some bureaucrat to look for him? This is going to help? Am I going crazy?”
    “He’s not exactly a bureaucrat,” Black said.
    “That forensic bureaucracy thing was cute,” she said, as they idled back into the living room. “But what does it mean?”
    “Jake fixes things,” Black said. “If there’s some really screwed-up problem, that nobody can fix, and that must be fixed, Jake fixes it. He makes lists of people who need to be fired, who need to be promoted. He has ears all over the bureaucracy . . . he scares the heck out of those people. And that’s what’s got to be done if you want to find Linc.”
    “We need to scare bureaucrats?”
    “That’s right. People are looking for him, they’re paying attention because of all the media coverage, but they’re not desperate to find him. Jake can make people desperate. He can make them feel that their careers are on the line if they don’t—and sometimes, they are.”
    “Hmmp.” She settled back on the couch. “I suppose it’s better than nothing.”
    “He used to be married to Nikki Lange, you know.”
    Her eyebrows went up: “You’re kidding me. He’s the guy?”
    “He’s the guy. Couldn’t last, of course. Nikki’s too deeply involved with herself.”
    “And her money,” Madison said. “Did he get alimony?”
    “No. He told the judge that all he was asking for was his life. The judge almost fell on the floor laughing—she knew Nikki, too. Besides, Jake’s pretty well fixed. Inherited a Montana ranch. Sold to a movie star for big bucks.”
    “Maybe he rides,” she said.
    “I’m sure he does.” Black smiled. “I was watching you two talk—you got sort of engaged.”
    She stuck her tongue out at him, then said, “He’s not entirely unattractive.”
    Black snorted. “Just . . . take it easy. Jake is a little strong for most people. As I understand it, he pretty much held his own with Nikki.”
    “He jumps out of airplanes?”
    “Jake was in Afghanistan for years. He killed people—that was his job. So. You can toy with him, but I wouldn’t annoy him.”
    “Mmm,” she said again. “Maybe he can do something. Maybe we need somebody who’ll jump out of an airplane.”

    Jump out of an airplane.
    He dreamed of jumping out of airplanes that night, jumping all mixed up with the face and figure of Madison Bowe; but mostly jumping. Other jumpers talked about their best moment; popping the chute, flying . . . but for Jake, it had always been that instant when he hit the wind, hit the slipstream, the slap and tickle, the moment of commitment.
    He’d liked Afghanistan, the fighting, the comradeship, the countryside, the Afghanis. In Washington ex-military circles, the fashion called for a grudging, manly