Up Country.
by Nelson DeMille.
Author"s Note
Contemporary Vietnam, as represented in this book, is based partly on my experiences of January and February 1997, when I returned to Vietnam after a twenty-nine-year absence. Places such as restaurants, hotels, the former United States emba.s.sy, and other locales were in existence and as described as of 1997, which is the time period of this story.
Truth exists; only falsehood has to be invented.
-GEORGES B BRAQUE
BOOK I.
Washington, D.C.
CHAPTER ONE.
Bad things come in threes.
The first bad thing was a voice mail from Cynthia Sunhill, my former partner in the army"s Criminal Investigation Division. Cynthia is still with the CID, and she is also my significant other, though we were having some difficulties with that job description.
The message said, "Paul, I need to talk to you. Call me tonight, no matter how late. I just got called on a case, and I have to leave tomorrow morning. We need to talk."
"Okay." I looked at the mantel clock in my small den. It was just 10 P.M. P.M., or twenty-two hundred hours, as I used to say when I was in the army not so long ago.
I live in a stone farmhouse outside Falls Church, Virginia, less than a half-hour drive to CID Headquarters. The commute time is actually irrelevant because I don"t work for the CID any longer. In fact, I don"t work for anyone. I"m retired, or maybe fired.
In any case, it had been about six months since my separation from the army, and I was getting bored, and I had twenty or thirty years to go.
As for Ms. Sunhill, she was stationed at Fort Benning, Georgia, about a fourteen-hour drive from Falls Church, or twelve if I"m very excited. Her caseload is heavy, and weekends in the army are often normal duty days. The last six months had not been easy on our relatively new relationship, and with her interesting career and my growing addiction to afternoon talk shows, we don"t have a lot to talk about.
Anyway, bad thing number two. I checked my e-mail, and there was a message that said simply, 1600 hrs, tomorrow, the Wall 1600 hrs, tomorrow, the Wall. It was signed, K K.
K is Colonel Karl h.e.l.lmann, my former boss at Headquarters, and Cynthia"s present commanding officer. That much was clear. What wasn"t clear was why h.e.l.lmann wanted to meet me at the Vietnam War Memorial. But instinctively, I put this under the category of "bad things."
I considered several equally terse replies, none of them very positive. Of course, I didn"t have have to respond at all; I was retired. But, in contrast to civilian careers, a military career does not completely end. The expression is, "Once an officer, always an officer." And I had been a warrant officer by rank, and a criminal investigator by occupation. to respond at all; I was retired. But, in contrast to civilian careers, a military career does not completely end. The expression is, "Once an officer, always an officer." And I had been a warrant officer by rank, and a criminal investigator by occupation.
Fact is, they still have some kind of legal hold on you, though I"m not really sure what it is. If nothing else, they can screw up your PX privileges for a year.
I stared at Karl"s message again and noticed it was addressed to Mr. Brenner. Warrant officers are addressed as Mister, so this salutation was a reminder of my past-or perhaps present-army rank, not a celebration of my civilian status. Karl is not subtle. I held off on my reply.
And, last but not least, the third bad thing. I"d apparently forgotten to send in my response to my book club, and in my mail was a Danielle Steel novel. Should I return it? Or give it to my mother next Christmas? Maybe she had a birthday coming up.
Okay, I couldn"t postpone the Cynthia call any longer, so I sat at my desk and dialed. I looked out the window as the phone rang at the other end. It was a cold January night in northern Virginia, and a light snow was falling.
Cynthia answered, "h.e.l.lo."
"Hi," I said.
A half-second of silence, then, "Hi, Paul. How are you?"
We were off on the wrong foot already, so I said, "Let"s cut to the chase, Cynthia."
She hesitated, then said, "Well... Can I first ask you how your day was?"
"I had a great day. An old mess sergeant gave me his recipe for chili-I didn"t realize it fed two hundred, and I made it all. I froze it in Ziploc bags. I"ll send you some. Then I went to the gym, played a basketball game against a wheelchair team-beat them big time-then off to the local tavern for beer and hamburgers with the boys. How about your day?"
"Well... I just wrapped up the rape case I told you about. But instead of time off, I have to go to Fort Rucker for a s.e.xual hara.s.sment investigation, which looks tricky. I"ll be there until it"s concluded. Maybe a few weeks. I"ll be in Bachelor Officers Quarters if you want to call me."
I didn"t reply.
She said, "Hey, I still think about Christmas."
"Me, too." That was a month ago, and I hadn"t seen her since. "How"s Easter look?"
"You know, Paul... you could move here."
"But you could be rea.s.signed anytime. Then I"d wind up following your career moves. Didn"t we discuss this?"
"Yes, but..."
"I like it here. You could get stationed here."
"Is that an offer?"
Whoops. I replied, "It would be good for your career. Headquarters."
"Let me worry about my career. And I really don"t want a staff job. I"m an investigator. Just like you were. I want to go where I can be useful."
I said, "Well, I can"t be following you around like a puppy dog, or hanging around your apartment when you"re away on a.s.signment. It"s not good for my ego."
"You could get a job here in law enforcement."
"I"m working on that. Here in Virginia."
And so on. It"s tough when the guy"s not working and the woman has a traveling career. To make matters worse, the army likes to change your permanent duty station as soon as you"re comfortable, which calls into question the army"s definition of permanent. On top of that, there are a lot of temporary duty a.s.signments these days-places like Bosnia, Somalia, South America-where you could be gone for up to a year, which pushes the definition of temporary. Bottom line, Cynthia and I were what"s called these days GU-geographically unsuitable.
The military, as I"ve always said, is tough on relationships; it"s not a job, it"s a calling, a commitment that makes other commitments really difficult. Sometimes impossible.
"Are you there?" she asked.
"I"m here."
"We can"t go on like this, Paul. It hurts."
"I know."
"What should we do?"
I think she was willing to resign and forfeit a lot of her pension, in exchange for the M word. Then we"d decide where to live, find jobs, and live happily ever after. And why not? We were in love.
"Paul?"
"Yeah... I"m thinking."
"You should have already thought about all of this."
"Right. Look, I think we should talk about this in person. Face-to-face."
"The only thing we do face-to-face is f.u.c.k."
"That"s not... well, we"ll talk over dinner. In a restaurant."
"Okay. I"ll call you when I get back from Rucker. I"ll come there, or you come here."
"Okay. Hey, how"s your divorce coming?"
"It"s almost final."
"Good." Regarding her loving husband, I asked, "Do you see much of Major Nut Case?"
"Not much. At the O Club once in a while. Can"t avoid those situations."
"Does he still want you back?"
"Don"t try to complicate a simple situation."
"I"m not. I"m just concerned that he might try to kill me again."
"He never tried to kill you, Paul."
"I must have misinterpreted his reason for pointing a loaded pistol at me."
"Can we change the subject?"
"Sure. Hey, do you read Danielle Steel?"
"No, why?"
"I bought her latest book. I"ll send it to you."
"Maybe your mother would like it. It"s her birthday, February 10. Don"t forget."
"I have it memorized. By the way, I got an e-mail from Karl. He wants to meet me tomorrow."
"Why?"
"I thought maybe you knew."
"No, I don"t," she said. "Maybe he just wants to have a drink, talk about old times."
"He wants me to meet him at the Vietnam Memorial."
"Really? That"s odd."
"Yeah. And he never mentioned anything to you?"
"No," she replied. "Why should he?"
"I don"t know. I can"t figure out what he"s up to."
"Why do you think he"s up to anything? You two worked together for years. He likes you."
"No, he doesn"t," I said. "He hates me."
"He does not hate you. But you"re a difficult man to work with. Actually, you"re difficult to love."
"My mother loves me."
"You should re-check that. Regarding Karl, he respects you, and he knows just how brilliant you are. He either needs some advice, or he needs some information about an old case."
"Why the Wall?"
"Well... I don"t know. You"ll find out when you meet him."
"It"s cold here. How"s it there?"
"Sixties."
"It"s snowing here."