Post by marionarsis on Nov 2, 2015 22:43:08 GMT -5
Jacob exerts considerable effort to sound normal. This wasn't going to be as easy as it sounded, and it hadn't sounded that easy. This isn't a nameless, faceless murderer. It's Grant.
Remembering Phelps's directive, he starts to tell Grant to get a seat in the back -- but then catches himself. Why would I tell him to do this? It will just arouse his suspicion. And is there really a need to tell him to get a table in the back? He'll want to do it anyway regardless of what I say because of what he's got planned. But then again: if it wasn't necessary, would Phelps have made a point of it?
Plus -- sounding too eager and willing might also seem suspicious. Maybe he can get Grant to say something that will segue into the seating arrangement ... All ready the points and counterpoints were darting through his head, and he'd barely begun the conversation.
"Cafe Intermezzo at this time of night? That place gets awfully loud. Can't it wait until tomorrow at the office?"
Then: "Jacob, this involves some sensitive information. I think it’s very important. It can’t wait. If it’s all right, can I come over to your place? I understand your not wanting to leave home once settled in, but I think you’ll agree once you see it, that what I have here is important."
Post by marionarsis on Nov 3, 2015 15:05:38 GMT -5
Jacob fights to squelch the quickly-rising panic -- clearly, he cannot change the location of the meeting! But, his lesser goal of having a plausible reason for suggesting a seat location may have been accomplished.
He tries to sound nonchalant and resigned.
"That's all right, I'm not settled in; was just heading out for a jog. And I don't have anything here to eat anyway. Tell you what: let me change and I'll meet you there. If you get there first, grab a table in the back; it's quieter back there."
Jacob says the last part with a tone one uses when concluding the conversation, in a hopeful effort to thwart further talk and, hence, further changes in the plan.
He takes a deep breath. 8:00. That's about an hour from now. And he doesn't want to arrive first.
He gets up and readies the leather coat; the one with the steel sheets in the sleeves. The effort feels strangely familiar.
He opens the nightstand drawer next to his bed. He checks the Walther P99; makes sure it's loaded.
He changes into something more casual; something not constricting, not too formal . . . but not too casual. Something with which he can wear a sport coat. Something that will hide his gun, but that won't get in the way. He makes sure to put the pen Phelps gave him in his pocket; he refamliarizes himself with the buttons and their proper use.
He practices drawing his gun a few times. Not an act of bravado, really -- more like rehearsal. "In a few hours, I will be using this to kill someone." No -- not someone. Grant.
He still can't believe it. Grant killed him. . . will kill him. That fact is both startling and sobering. Startling for obvious reasons. But also sobering -- if Grant has killed him before, it should make it easier for Jacob to kill him first.
More contingency planning: Jacob got a small piece of paper and wrote Grant's name on it. Stuck the paper under his phone. He was sure that if things went badly Phelps would have his place searched. And if things went badly -- Jacob shuddered at the thought -- at least he could leave this clue behind. Maybe the others at the NDL would think of him less badly if he accomplished this much . . . assuming they thought of him at all.
Jacob took a deep breath and looked around. Stop acting like it's the last time, he reprimanded himself. Checking to make sure he had everything, he looked at the clock. He jangled the Falcon's keys and went to the car.
Once there he checked the car out, realizing there had to be something special about the car -- it was just obvious enough that Phelps would not have assigned it to him otherwise. He stalled and puttered in the car just long enough to insure he'd arrive approximately eight to ten minutes after 8:00, then started up the engine.