didn’t say who the parents were. I didn’t even know Carr had a daughter.”
“You’d think when you tried to kill a man that you’d know those details.”
“If you suspected my involvement, why did you give the child to us?”
“Something had to be done with the little girl. And you and Donna couldn’t have any children. Despite what some people think, I do have a conscience, Roger. It wasn’t her fault what happened. And it wasn’t mine. It was yours, Bingham’s, Cincetti’s and Cole’s. Do you sense a pattern?”
Simpson jerked straight up. “You think Carr killed them?”
“And tried to kill me. He must’ve thought, understandably, that I had something to do with his family’s death.”
“But why would he wait all this time to do it?”
“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
“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.
“What the-” Mike began before he slumped hard against the door. His gun clattered to the floorboard. Stone snagged the weapon and leveled it at his head.
Mike’s left side was in spasms after Stone had pressed his finger against a spot near the man’s rib cage. “Come on,
Stone cranked off a round, blowing away a tip of Mike’s ear before the bullet shattered the window. Then he pointed the gun at the driver’s head. “Pull it over
The van jerked to a stop on the dirt shoulder.
Stone stared at the stunned and bleeding Mike. “Next time you kidnap someone,
“Who the hell are you?” Mike cried out.
“Just hope you never really find out.”
They bound Mike and the driver using straps and rope they found in the van, and then laid them in a ditch next to the road. They searched them for ID but found none.
Stone climbed in the driver’s seat and the three drove off.
Annabelle looked over at Caleb. “Are you all right?”
He turned to her, his face a delicate shade of rage. “I’m fine. Why shouldn’t I be? In less than an hour’s time I’ve had my home broken into, been kidnapped and then nearly killed. And now this Bagger monster knows that I lied to him. And he also knows where I live and where I work. Oh joy, joy for me.”
“Well, we’re not dead, that’s something,” Stone pointed out.
“Not dead
Stone handed Caleb his phone. “Call Alex Ford at home. His number’s on my speed dial. Tell him what happened and where he can pick up Bagger’s men.” He looked at Annabelle. “Jerry made a big mistake. And now we have something to hang him with that doesn’t require you and Paddy going after him.”
Caleb made the call and they continued on down the road. When they passed a curve a truck shot out from a
