“Was that
before or after I killed your daughter?”
“Any price I had to pay to get you, I was willing to do it,” Paddy screamed at him.
“But Annabelle screwed that all up, didn’t she? Didn’t she, old man?”
“Can’t blame her for turning the tables on me.”
“Since you were planning to whack me for killing your wife, why don’t I fill you in on her last minutes of life? Would you like that?”
“I’ll find some way to kill you, Jerry. I swear it.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. We crashed her house, and she recognized me right away. And you know what she said? She said, ‘Why are you doing this, Jerry? Why are you going to kill me? I didn’t do nothing to you.’ And you know what I told her? I said, because your chickenshit husband ripped me off and left you holding the bag. That’s how much he loved you, you dumb broad. And then I pumped a round right into her brain. Now, anything else you want to know about it before I start carving you up?”
“No, that’s about it,” a woman’s voice said.
They all turned as Annabelle and Alex walked out from behind a stack of crates. Alex had his gun pointed right at Bagger, while eight guns held by Bagger’s men pointed back at him and Annabelle.
Bagger said, “How the hell did you get here?”
“I came with the FBI,” Annabelle said.
“Nobody could’ve followed my boys.”
“We didn’t tail them. We followed you. The place is surrounded, Jerry. You’ve got no way out.”
“Yeah? Working for the FBI now? Look, baby, you con me once, shame on you, con me twice, shit on me.” The man’s voice was confident, but his look was something less than that.
“She’s telling the truth, jerk-off,” Alex yelled. “So just lay your weapons down before you don’t have a choice in the matter.
“Kill ’em,” Bagger said.
A split second later doors on all sides of the warehouse burst open and two dozen men in body armor came barreling in, sub-machine guns in hand.
“FBI, put down your weapons. Now!”
Bagger dropped the knife and his men quickly put down their guns in the face of the overpowering show of federal force.
Bagger’s gaze went from Annabelle to Paddy. “Two con artists working with the feds?”
“You do what you got to do, Jerry,” Paddy said as he hastily pulled his clothes back on.
Bagger looked at one of the FBI agents and immediately regained his swagger. “That bitch ripped me off for forty million. She bother mentioning that to you while she was playing snitch?”
“That’s not my concern.”
“Oh yeah, so what exactly am I being charged with?”
“Aside from kidnapping and assault, you’re being charged with the murders of Tammy Conroy, three people in Portugal and Tony Wallace, who died yesterday.”
Bagger snorted. “I got a dozen eyewitnesses who’ll testify I wasn’t around when any of those people got killed.”
Annabelle held up a video recording device. “We’ve got your whole confession right here, Jerry. I have to hand it to you, you speak very clearly.” She gave the device to the lead agent.
Bagger looked at the FBI men, Paddy, Alex, and then his gaze came to rest on Annabelle.
“Well, I guess this is it, then,” he said. His hand slipped to his pocket.
“Hold it,” an FBI agent said. “Take that hand out very slowly.”
Bagger did so. His hand was cupped around something. He said, “This is a detonator, folks. My thumb comes off this thing, I got a chunk of C4 in the SUV right behind me that’ll blow everything and everyone within a hundred yards sky-high.” He nodded at the lead agent. “See for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
The lead agent nodded to one of his men. The man looked in the back of the vehicle. His glance back at his commander said it all.
Bagger said, “Now here’s what we’re going to do.” With his free hand he pointed at Paddy and Annabelle. “They’re coming with me.”
He now turned his attention to locating Lesya’s son. And he had focused on one aspect in particular as the point of least resistance. He rose from his chair in his bunker and flipped on the TV. Then the intelligence chief hit a button on the remote he was holding.
The scene he was looking at was from the Hart Senate Office Building. Roger Simpson clearly would be a target of Lesya’s son. If so he could either hit the senator at his home or office. Gray had already checked the surveillance cameras at Simpson’s condo building and found nothing helpful. Now he had turned to the office.
He watched hour after hour of people coming and going into the building. There were many and their numbers tended to dilute everyone down to useless silhou
ettes. Then Gray thought of a second angle. He put in another DVD, sat back and started watching the hallway outside Simpson’s office. He spent three hours doing this, methodically checking out each person coming into frame.
Finally. He sat up and viewed it again. The man working on the door to Simpson’s office. He zoomed in on the man’s face. Penetrating disguises was something Gray had been long trained in. In the cheekbone was that a touch of Solomon? The chin, the eyes, that of Lesya? Contrary to what he’d told the president, he knew the woman well.