Divine Justice

taxi she had the sickening feeling that her father's 'job' had finally come back to bite him. Hard.

CHAPTER 55

ALEX FORD WAS SITTING in his kitchen working his way slowly through a bowl of soup and a beer. He had been largely going through the motions at work since his last meeting with the Camel Club, or what was left of it. He'd driven past the cottage at Mt. Zion Cemetery in the hopes that Annabelle might have returned. He'd tried to call Reuben several times without success. And Caleb had been absent from the library. Unexpected personal issues, he'd been told when he called for him there.

He knew what they were up to. Working together to try and save Oliver. And a big part of him hoped they were successful.

When the phone rang he groaned. It was probably his boss trying to scrounge up some overtime drones to pull some low-level protection duty. Well, tonight he was busy. He had TiVo reruns to catch and tomato soup to finish and beers to pour down his throat.

'Hello?'

It was his boss, but he wasn't looking for overtime. He told Alex that he would be receiving visitors any moment now. And that he was to cooperate fully with them.

'Who are they?'

But the man had already hung up.

The knock on the door came barely thirty seconds later, which told Alex that his boss was in communication with his 'visitors' and had just given them the all-clear. He poured the rest of his beer down the kitchen sink, tucked in his shirt, quickly adjusted his tie and opened the door.

Alex was six-three but the white-haired, bony-faced fellow facing him had him by at least two inches.

'Agent Ford, my name is Macklin Hayes. I'd like to have a word with you.'

Alex stepped back and motioned the man in, peering behind him to see if he was alone. There wasn't anybody else, but Alex knew enough about Hayes to understand that the man went nowhere by himself. He closed the door and indicated a chair for Hayes to sit in.

'Thank you.'

Alex plopped down across from him and tried to appear nonchalant.

'What can I do for you, sir?'

'I believe that one of my subordinates, Joe Knox, came to see you about a certain matter?'

Alex nodded. 'He did. Had some questions about someone I knew.'

'John Carr?'

'He asked about Carr, but I don't know anyone by that name.'

'Oliver Stone then? You do know the man calling himself Oliver Stone?'

'Most Secret Service agents who've pulled White House protection duty do.'

'But you were closer than most?'

Alex shrugged. 'I'd call him an acquaintance.'

'You were far more than an acquaintance. And you're going to tell me everything that you knew about his plans to assassinate Carter Gray and Senator Simpson. And whether you helped him to escape. At worst that makes you a coconspirator. At best, an accessory before and after. In a matter as grave as this one, either one gets you put away for life.'

Well, the man doesn't waste any time, does he? 'I don't know what the hell you're talking about.'

Hayes drew a slip of paper from his coat and glanced at it. 'Nearly twenty years in the Service, good record. You were the one guarding the president in Pennsylvania when he got kidnapped.'

'I was the only one left standing.'

'So you were there when he disappeared. Did you have anything to do with his reappearance? And more to the point, did your friend Stone?'

'Again, I-'

Hayes didn't let him finish. 'Ever heard of Murder Mountain? A vanished CIA agent named Tom Hemingway? A piece of evidence that your friend Stone held over Carter Gray? Or a former Russian spy named Lesya?'

Alex, of course, knew about all of these things, but stayed silent because what could he possibly say that would do him any good?

'I'll take that as a yes.'

'Oliver helped break up a spy ring operating in D.C. It involved one of your employees. Maybe you heard of it? He received a commendation from the FBI director.'

'Wonderful for him, but I doubt that will carry much weight when he's caught and prosecuted for two murders.'

'What exactly do you want from me?'

'I want to know what Knox asked you, and I want to know what you told him.'

'Can't you just ask him yourself? I'm sure he has it down in some nice, neat report and-' Alex stopped. 'Do you not know where Agent Knox is?'

'I'm not here to answer questions, merely to ask them. I believe you received a phone call from a superior at the Secret Service telling you to cooperate fully.'

Alex spent the next two minutes telling Hayes what he and Knox had discussed.

'That's all?' Hayes said in a clearly disappointed tone. 'I must have Knox go through an interrogation refresher course.'

'He said he'd be coming back around to ask more questions. I'll be sure to tell him you're looking for him,' Alex said, getting in a subtle jab.

Hayes rose. 'One piece of advice. If I find that any of what you've told me tonight is untrue, or if I discover that you withheld anything of importance from me, you can catch up on your solitary confinement skills at the Castle.'

'The Castle? That's the military prison at Leavenworth. I'm not military.'

'Actually, it's also for prisoners convicted of national security crimes. But to more directly answer your question, you're anything I want you to be.'

As soon as the door closed behind him, Alex realized he'd been holding his breath. He let it out with a gush and stood up on wobbly legs. He might as well have banded with the Camel Club to help find Oliver since it looked like he was headed to prison anyway.

The phone rang again. It was probably his boss telling him he hadn't been particularly cooperative and how did suspension without pay sound?

But he was wrong. The caller ID readout surprised him.

'Agent Ford? My name is Melanie Knox. My father is Joe Knox. Someone broke into his house and I can't get hold of him. The only thing I found was a list with your name on it.'

'When's the last time you heard from him?' She told him. 'I spoke to him before that. I haven't heard from him since. It could be a burglary. You should call the cops.'

'Nothing of value was stolen. The two safes he had weren't even touched.'

'I'm not sure what I can do about it.'

'What did he talk to you about?'

'I'm afraid I can't disclose that.'

'Agent Ford, I am really worried about my dad. The last time I talked to him he sounded, well, he sounded like maybe he was talking to me for the last time. I really think he might be in trouble.'

Maybe that was why he'd gotten the visit from Hayes. His faithful dog had gone off the scent and the old man was operating blind. 'When you talked to him did he give you any indication of where he might be?'

'He said something about being west of here, only a little more rural. I joked about terrorists in the hollers. And he said you just never knew.'

'This isn't really my bailiwick, Ms. Knox.'