“There, I can only speculate. But he must be considered a suspect.”
“If he’s still alive.”
“Men like Carr are awfully difficult to kill, as you must surely admit now. A team of Triple Sixes couldn’t get the job done.”
“But I don’t understand, how does this tie into Solomon?”
“It may not.
Carr may be operating alone and using the Solomon angle as a cover. That’s for us to find out. But if Carr is working with someone connected to Solomon’s past then we need to track those people down. I have the resources to do so. The current director certainly sees things my way. He should; I trained him.”
“And you’ll get whoever’s doing this?”
“Yes, hopefully before he gets you. Since you are most assuredly on the hit list—and quite the easy target actually.”
“That’s not funny.”
“I didn’t mean it as a joke. Three men who were far more skilled and far more deeply buried than you are dead. Practically speaking, you’re a much softer target.”
“I’m getting out of the country for a while, starting tomorrow morning,” Simpson snapped. “I’m not going to wait around here to be murdered by some psychopath.”
“I’m sure the American taxpayers will understand your shirking your duties in the Congress.”
“I don’t like your tone, Carter.”
In response Gray picked up his Medal of Freedom off the table next to his chair and held it up. “They gave me a lump of metal in return for nearly forty years of service to my country. I was surprised to get it, actually. After all, I had resigned my post as director of National Intelligence, leaving the administration in the lurch.”
“I often wondered why you did that.”
“You can keep wondering, Roger. That bit of intelligence is mine alone.”
Simpson gazed contemptuously around the bunker’s interior. “Feels a bit like a rat in a hole down here.”
“A person that can kill three former Triple Sixes and nearly me as well is not someone to underestimate. I’ll take being in my cozy bunker, for now.”
“Wonderful, while I’m exposed on the surface,” Simpson said angrily.
“Don’t worry, Roger, I understand that they award the Freedom Medal posthumously.”
CHAPTER 49
HARRY FINN HAD WORKED HARD the next day and, that night, visited an apartment complex in Arlington. The parking spaces were all numbered so it was simple for him to locate the right one. He pulled his van into an empty space, walked over to the jet black Lincoln Navigator and pressed a device against the left rear fender. The blinking red alarm light on the SUV’s dashboard instantly died. Finn slid the lock buster out of his jacket pocket and in seconds the truck’s door lock cylinder was in his hand. He slid the special ID badge off the rearview mirror where the moron who owned the Lincoln always kept it, replacing it with an identical one, although it wouldn’t work like it was supposed to. It didn’t have the encryption codes burned into it—codes that were impossible for Finn to duplicate, hence the theft tonight. The owner would just believe it to be defective and have a new one issued. Yet this particular federal agency was notorious for failing to cancel old ID badges. Old badge, new badge, it didn’t seem to matter to many bloated bureaucracies. Yet it mattered very much to Finn.
He put the cylinder back, relocked the door, pressed his device against the fender and the alarm system came back to life. There was no sign he’d ever been there. If only the public knew what was out there to rip them off. Yet better they remain oblivious in the belief that they were actually secure.
On the way home Finn glanced at the stolen badge. Good thing he wasn’t really a bad guy, because with a little doctoring of the plastic he could topple the entire legislative branch of government single-handed, all 535 members. But there was only one he wanted. Just one.
Stone, Annabelle and Caleb were in the back of a van. Mike Manson, one of Bagger’s men, sat next to them. Mike had been the one to open Caleb’s door, gun pointed straight at them. Stone hadn’t thought they would be following Caleb; it was a miscalculation that apparently was going to lead to their deaths.
“So how’s Jerry?” Annabelle asked casually. “Run into any good scams lately?”
Mike said, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I doubt we’re going to the hotel where he’s staying,” Stone said. “A little too public.”
To this Mike said nothing.
An anguished Caleb had his face pressed to the window and seemed focused on not passing out.
“I guess a bribe wouldn’t do any good, would it?” Annabelle asked.
Caleb wrenched his face away from the window. “Are you aware that you could go to prison for this!”
Mike pointed his pistol at Caleb’s head. “Shut the hell up!”
The van swerved to the side as another vehicle suddenly cut it off. As the driver fought the wheel, Mike took his gaze off Stone for only an instant, but that was enough.
Stone shot a look at Reuben.
“Paddy and me had a nice chat on the way over.” He clapped the Irishman on the back. “And let me tell you, the dude can drive.”
“Started my career as a wheelman.” Paddy added hastily, “For the army, of course.”
Stone drove off in the van with Paddy and Reuben following. All were in high sprits at having nailed Bagger and his men. Yet it was not to be.
After Alex sent agents to get Bagger’s men, they reported back that