She looked sideways, playing dumb. “I did let you know. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“These things must be timely,” Huang said, almost whining. “You and I. We must be timely. You do not understand what sort of people my superiors are.”
She glanced sideways as she ran, wondering if he was getting his ass chewed because of her. She sure hoped so.
“Look,” Chadwick said. “I called you. Doing what you’ve asked me to do… It’s hard, you know? I’m not a traitor.”
“Of course you aren’t,” Huang said. “We both agree that this President and his administration are bad for the country… bad for the world. His hawkish policies are causing conflict, not calming it. He is a habitual bully, and not just in the South China Sea but in the Baltics, Iran, Cameroon, North Korea… I could go on and on.”
Chadwick thought about the list of professional bullies he’d just ticked through, but didn’t say anything.
“We are not asking you to betray your country,” Huang continued. “If anything, we are asking you to save your country.”
“A coup?”
“If you like,” Huang said.
“Are you going to…?”
Huang laughed. “Assassinate Jack Ryan? No, nothing like that. He will shoot himself in the proverbial foot. Our aim is to let the world see him for who he is. How is that wrong?”
Chadwick glared at him. “You’re using a sex tape to leverage me. That sounds pretty wrong in anybody’s book.”
Huang stopped. “Michelle…” He touched her elbow so she would stop, and then stepped back to give her space. “I am truly sorry about that part. Hurting you was… regrettable.”
She sneered. “Let’s just not… Okay.” She threw her hands up. “Fine. Here you go, then. I don’t know the details, but he has decided to go to Indonesia.”
Huang started jogging again, a little slower now. “How did he respond when you told him about your constituent with information on the priest?”
Chadwick shrugged. “He was interested.” She felt dizzy, like she was about to throw up. But she kept running. She wasn’t about to let this bastard see her weak — not again, anyway. “Of course he wants more information, but I told him it was an anonymous call.”
“What are his plans when he’s in Indonesia?”
“He didn’t share that with me,” Chadwick said. “He’s got the Department of State involved. I’d guess they’re working on inducements for the Indonesian government. Economic leverage, arms sales, low-interest loans. You know, the kind of inducements that don’t involve incriminating video.”
Huang ignored the gibe.
“Anyway,” Chadwick said. “It sounds like Ryan and the padre go all the way back to their time in high school. I’m sure he’d like to carpet-bomb the hell out of the country until they hand over his friend, or at least threaten sanctions, but strong-arming the president of Indonesia would only make him look like a bully. I saw Scott Adler in his office, but that’s not exactly earth-shattering intel that the secretary of state is visiting the Oval.”
“True enough,” Huang said. “What else?”
“To be honest,” Chadwick said, “Ryan doesn’t share shit with me. He wants to believe I’m ready to play nice — just like you predicted — but his chief of staff doesn’t trust me to take out the trash, let alone get close to the President. I get the distinct impression the big goon who runs his Secret Service detail would like to shoot me between the eyes. I can’t keep bringing them these reports from anonymous constituents to get me into the West Wing. This relationship you want me to build will take time.”
“Unfortunately,” Huang said, “there are matters at play that necessitate quicker action. We know Jack Ryan has a temper. What we need is for him to be angry so he makes a mistake. Something that would make him very angry…” He glanced at his watch, then dug a cell phone from his fanny pack. She was right about the pistol.
Huang turned away to keep his conversation private, but she was able to catch the number over his shoulder as he punched it in with his thumb. She’d always had a better-than-average memory, and she tucked the number away in the back of her mind for later use. It would likely be a prepaid burner — the one Huang used now was a cheap flip phone that looked like it belonged to a gangbanger — but even that number might come in handy in the future.
Huang spoke in rapid Mandarin. Hushed at first, the conversation rose in volume as it continued, as though he was excited about the prospects of what Chadwick had told him.
He finished the call and then turned to her again, returning the phone into his fanny pack with the handgun.
“I need you to contact Ryan first thing this morning — as soon as you get to your office. Tell him you have received another call from your constituent. Tell him that Indonesian courts have convened a secret tribunal to convict Patrick West of blasphemy.”
“Have they?”
“They will,” Huang said. “And then add that you understand they found a considerable amount of heroin at the time of his arrest.”
Chadwick just stared at him, dumbstruck.
He shrugged. “I suppose religion is not the only opiate of the people.”
