McCoy was gone. He'd considered several times expanding their collaboration. She was attractive in body and brain. But he'd decided that it was a bad idea. How many men of power had been brought down by a piece of ass? Too many to even recall, and he did not intend to join that list.
Clearly, McCoy had been concerned about Edwin Davis. He knew Davis. Their paths had crossed years ago in Brussels with Millicent, a woman he'd enjoyed, many times. She, too, was bright, young, and eager. But also- 'Pregnant,' Millicent said.
He'd heard her the first time. 'What do you want me to do about it?'
'Marrying me would be good.'
'But I don't love you.'
She laughed. 'Yes, you do. You just won't admit it.'
'No, actually, I don't. I enjoy sleeping with you. I enjoy listening to you tell me about what goes on in the office. I enjoy picking your brain. But I don't want to marry you.'
She snuggled close. 'You'd miss me if I were gone.'
He was amazed at how seemingly intelligent women could care so little about their self-respect. He'd struck this woman too many times to count, yet she never fled, almost as if she liked it. Deserved it. Wanted it. A few jabs right now would do them both good, but he decided patience would serve him better, so he held her in a tight embrace and softly said, 'You're right. I would miss you.'
Less than a month later, she was dead.
Within a week, Edwin Davis was gone, too.
Millicent had told him how Davis always came when she called and helped her through his constant rejection. Why she confessed such things, he could only guess. It was as if his knowing might prevent him from hurting her again. Yet he always did, and she always forgave him. Davis never said a word, but Ramsey many times saw hatred in the younger man's eyes-along with the frustration that came from his utter inability to do anything about it. Davis then was a low-level State Department employee on one of his first foreign assignments, his job to resolve problems not create them-to keep his mouth shut and his ears open. But now Edwin Davis was a deputy national security adviser to the president of the United States. Different time, different rules. He has free access to Daniels, as I do, per the president's order. That's what McCoy had said. She was right. Whatever Davis was doing involved him. No proof existed for the conclusion, just a feeling, one he'd learned long ago to never doubt.
So Edwin Davis might have to be eliminated.
Just like Millicent.
WILKERSON TRUDGED THROUGH THE SNOW TO WHERE DOROTHEA Lindauer had parked her car. His vehicle was still smoldering. Dorothea seemed unconcerned with the lodge's destruction, even though, as she'd told him weeks ago, the house had been owned by her family since the mid-nineteenth century.
They'd left the bodies among the rubble. 'We'll deal with them later,' Dorothea had said. Other matters demanded their immediate attention.
He was carrying the last box brought from Fussen and loaded it into the trunk. He was sick of cold and snow. He liked the sun and heat. He would have made a much better Roman than Viking.
He opened the car door and worked his tired limbs in behind the wheel. Dorothea already sat in the passenger seat.
'Do it,' she said to him.
He glanced at his luminous watch and calculated the time difference. He didn't want to make the call. 'Later.'
'No. He has to know.'
'Why?'
'Men like that have to be kept off balance. He'll make mistakes that way.'
He was torn between confusion and fear. 'I just escaped getting killed. I'm not in the mood for this.'
She touched his arm. 'Sterling, listen to me. This is in motion. There's no stopping. Tell him.'
He could barely make out her face in the darkness, but easily visualized in his mind her intense beauty. She was one of the most striking women he'd ever known. Smart, too. She'd correctly predicted that Langford Ramsey was a snake.
And she'd also just saved his life.
So he found his phone and punched in the number. He provided the operator on the other end his security code and the day's password, then told her what he wanted.
Two minutes later Langford Ramsey came on the line.
'It's mighty late where you are,' the admiral said, his tone amicable.
'You sorry SOB. You're a lying piece of shit.'
A moment of silence, then, 'I assume there's a reason you're speaking to a superior officer this way.'
'I survived.'
'What is it you survived?'
The quizzical tone confused him. But why wouldn't Ramsey lie? 'You sent a team to take me out.'
'I assure you, Captain, if I wanted you dead you would be. You should be more concerned with who it is that seems to want you dead. Perhaps Frau Lindauer? I sent you to make contact, to get to know her, to find out what I needed to know.'
'And I did exactly what you instructed. I wanted that damn star.'
'And you'll have it, as promised. But have you accomplished anything?'
In the quiet of the car Dorothea had heard Ramsey. She grabbed the phone and said, 'You're a liar, Admiral. It's you who wants him dead. And I'd say he's accomplished a lot.'
'Frau Lindauer, so good to finally speak to you,' he heard Ramsey say through the phone.
'Tell me, Admiral, why do I interest you?'
'You don't. But your family does.'
'You know about my father, don't you?'
'I'm acquainted with the situation.'
'You know why he was on that submarine.'
'The question is, why are you so interested? Your family has been cultivating sources within the navy for years. Did you think I didn't know that? I simply sent you one.'
'We've known there was more,' she said.
'Unfortunately, Frau Lindauer, you'll never know the answer.'
'Don't count on that.'
'Such bravado. I'll be anxious to see if you can make good on that boast.'
'How about you answer one question?'
Ramsey chuckled. 'Okay, one question.'
'Is there anything there to find?'
Wilkerson was baffled by the inquiry. Anything where to find?
'You can't imagine,' Ramsey said.
And the line clicked off.
She handed him the phone and he asked her, 'What did you mean? Anything there to find.'
She sat back in the seat. Snow coated the car's exterior.
'I was afraid of this,' she muttered. 'Unfortunately, the answers are all in Antarctica.'
'What are you searching for?'
'I need to read what's in the trunk before I can tell you that. I'm still not sure.'
'Dorothea, I'm tossing my whole career, my whole life away for this. You heard Ramsey. He may not have been after me.'
She sat rigid, never moving. 'You'd be dead right now if it weren't for me.' Her head turned his way. 'Your life is locked to mine.'
'And I'll say it again. You have a husband.'
'Werner and I are through. We have been for a long time. It's you and me now.'
She was right and he knew it. Which both bothered and excited him.
'What are you going to do?' he asked.
'A great deal for us both, I hope.'
