Title: Rahab's Tale
Spoilers: Oh, the movie, 2F/1S, Paper Clip...
Note: Sequel to "Abishag's Tale" by MJ and "Beloved
Disciple" by Merri-Todd
A sequel to "Abishag's Tale"
("But Joshua had said unto the two men that had spied out
the country, Go
into the harlot's house, and bring out thence the woman, and all
hath, as ye sware unto her. And the young men that were spies
went in, and
brought out Rahab, and her father, and her mother, and her brethren,
that she had... And they burnt the city with fire, and all that
therein... And Joshua saved Rahab the harlot alive, and her father's
household, and all that she had; and she dwelleth in Israel even
day; because she hid the messengers, which Joshua sent to spy
Joshua 6: xxii - xxv)
Thanks to Kass and JiM for beta and comments.
For Merri-Todd Webster, who also loves the Bible, John Neville,
The message was hand-delivered, hand-written. The stationery cost
worth of my former salary, if I was any judge. I'd thought that
readings only took place in television murder mysteries. Now I
The solicitor's office made the Consortium headquarters in New
cheap. There was enough oak paneling, enough leather, enough antiques,
open a store. It stood to reason. The old man had never settled
anything halfway. Naturally, his solicitor's offices dated back
current gentleman's great-grandfather's practice. I should have
I wasn't the only person present, by any means. His wife was there,
of restraint. They rarely lived under the same roof, but she had
devoted to him in her own way, as had I, in mine. Like Bill Mulder's
she also had a fair knowledge of the Consortium's activities,
though not a
complete working understanding of its plans. His three children
-- the heir and his two sisters. I had met his grandchildren,
but never his
children; all three, even the youngest, were older than I was.
turned. I knew, without a doubt, exactly what this looked like
Their father's young trick was walking off with a chunk of the
probably wanted me dead more than the smoker did.
Nothing could be further from the truth than what they were thinking.
yet they couldn't have been more correct. But they'd never know
if I had anything to do with it. The closest we had ever been
been the night before he flew to DC. We spent the night in the
same bed; he
held me. He never took off more than his dressing gown. But these
hell, the heir hadn't even bothered to visit his son in the hospital
boy broke his leg; he couldn't be bothered. No more had any of
bothered to worry about their father in years. But when they heard
dead -- oh, when the will was read, there they were, waiting for
handout. Scared that daddy's toyboy was going to take their justly
earnings from them.
They'd worked so hard for their money, after all.
His wife looked over at me, smiled grimly, nodded. She'd been
there at the
house one day while I was studying that smoking bastard Spender's
knew her husband was teaching me his business, whatever else might
happening between us. She stopped me at one point, shortly before
were alone in the library; she had been writing a few letters.
her throat, standing at my side.
"Mr. Krycek. Alex." I turned, looked up at her. "Spender.
Do you know
"I used to work for him. Until he tried to kill me."
"He tries to kill everyone, eventually. If you ever have
the chance... kill
him before he kills my husband."
"Do you really think he'd dare to try?"
"I don't think he'd dare not to try, if the opportunity arises."
for the tea at that point, dropped the conversation. I know she
the smoker planted the explosives in her husband's car. Car bombs,
all, are his speed. I think the old man planted it himself, personally.
knew that if Spender won, there wasn't anything left to live for
his own health, if he won, was hardly the best any more. As long
grandchildren, he'd said, had a future, his own was highly irrelevant.
Oh, Christ Jesus, they're gonna try skinning me alive. The son
and the older
sister, especially, if I'm guessing right. That man's easy to
dumb as an ox. I'd have him beaten at poker so fast it wouldn't
maybe I should challenge him to an all-night poker session for
his cut of the
estate. The flat in Mayfair -- he probably wanted it for that
so-called actress his wife doesn't know about. I don't know quite
do with it yet -- it's fairly ostentatious for a safe house --
maybe I don't really need a safe house any more.
It's not that I can't take on anyone who tries getting the upper
me. Of course I can. It's the embarrassment of knowing what they're
thinking. And why. And realizing that I really can't take them
on in the
way I'd like. It wouldn't be -- sporting. And I owe it to their
They may not have cared about him before today, but he cared about
their children at any rate. So I let the embarrassment slide.
other ways to get even with them. Later. Besides, their mother
what's happening here, though they never will.
The Cayman Islands bank account. Yeah, that's going over like
balloon, too. They're going to try to find out what it would take
to buy me
off. They think I was there to be pretty and stupid. They've got
things to learn, haven't they? I think I'll make sure they learn
Nothing that would work up his wife, however. She hasn't done
by me yet, and I don't think she would. We both know the score
here. And I
have to admit I respect her. Down to the ice in her veins.
He said he'd take care of me if anything happened. I didn't expect
Oh. They don't care about their father's business papers and files.
just want the money, thank you very much. Good. I'll be able to
through the documents and move what I need out of there. I'll
be very happy
to get the stuff and get out of their sight. Once I'm done with
think I'm done, not by a longshot. They think I was there just
decoration? They'll find out just how decorative Alex Krycek is
They have nothing to complain about. The heir gets the house,
the income from the estate. He needs it with what he spends on
that bimbo of
his. The older sister -- she gets the town house, the cars, the
The youngest, Daddy's favorite, gets the art collection, plus
all of the
proceeds on one of his enormous insurance policies. Besides, the
be marrying her next year anyway; it's not like she's ever going
to be hard
up. What Swiss bank account? He never even told me about that
one. I ought
to just settle down with the cash and get listed in the stud book.
don't want the female attention... and I don't want the attention.
I can't settle down. Not yet. I promised him I'd move back into
Consortium. I promised him -- and her -- that I'd deal with Spender
cronies. That's what the old man trained me for. I owe it to him
to do the
And then I owe him one other thing.
Going back after Fox.
He knew that's what I've wanted. He told me so. He'd be disappointed
if I didn't at least try.
Funny disposition of property, this. I saw his records when I
him. There's a house in Switzerland, I thought. A couple of other
accounts. Wait, if it doesn't get listed -- I think I'm right
here -- the
surviving spouse takes them. Right?
Of course, she's got the insurance proceeds, and the other house
the one her parents left her. She's in very good shape.
It's funny. I miss the old man already. It took me a long time
how I really felt about him. Maybe I'm getting soft. They say
meet again someday. I wonder how soon I'll meet up with him.
The reading appears to be over. The solicitor says a few words
to the old
lady, politely, obsequiously, the same way I used to speak to
Then he speaks to the children, rather generally, and then to
dispositions. He returns to the heir, with whom he'll have the
business. Someday that will probably include handling the man's
His wife will figure it out sometime. A well-placed phone call
someday will see to that, won't it?
The solicitor's done with the discussion. The formality of the
has been fascinating. The heir is coming my way. looking murderous.
lady apparently sees it; she takes my arm immediately, thaws out
to give me a blinding smile. "Mr. Krycek, would you be so
kind as to help me
to my car?"
That's got them in their tracks. Let them wonder.
She turns to me on the walk down the steep staircase. "The
funeral, Alex. I
expect you'll be there. Please escort me."
"It will be a closed casket funeral, you understand. After
explosion..." Her children are behind us on the steps. I
listening to every word we're saying. And they're confused as
Dealing with the smoker will be a comparative pleasure after dealing
them. I expect his call any day now. Condolences, I'm sure. And
of re-employment I've been told not to refuse. The old man had
Spender. And I'm the one who... um... executes... them.
"Then, Alex, there is a small matter I need you to help me
with. A matter of
business, you understand."
"There's a house in Geneva. I believe I'll need to go there
afterwards. It would be in both of our interests if you would
care to escort
me." She looks at me significantly. I nod. And say nothing.
The old man
handled this matter very well indeed.
After all, there's a very good reason for a closed casket funeral
When there's no body, there's nothing to show.
I look forward to Geneva. I hear it's lovely there this time of