Divine Justice

Obviously encouraged by this, Hayes rose and put a bony arm around Knox's burly shoulders, drawing him aside.

'You really shouldn't have brought him here, though. Particularly since you sent my guards off. He is a dangerous man, handcuffed or not.'

'There was really no other place to take him. And after you left my ass in that hellhole, well, there weren't a whole lot of options once we broke out.'

'So you… broke out? The police are looking for you?' he said nervously.

'I would think they are. I mean, we killed five or six guards along the way.' He turned to Stone. 'Was it six?'

Stone said with an impassive expression, 'Eight. I got two more while you were strangling the warden.'

Knox turned back to a stunned Hayes. 'Okay, so it was eight. I gotta tell you, we weren't in there all that long, but that place just drives you insane. Frigging out of your mind. I would've killed my own mother.'

Hayes took his arm away, his hands visibly shaking. When he spoke, his voice shook as much as his hands. 'Listen, Knox, I know what happened was unfortunate. But it was necessary until I could get a handle on what to do with Carr. As you can imagine, it was a highly delicate situation. In fact, I was about to send my men up there to do an extraction. Rest assured, I was not going to let one of my best men rot in that place one second longer than necessary. I swear to God.'

Knox shook his head sadly. 'I appreciate that, sir. I really do. But it would have helped to know that before I killed all those people to get out of the place.'

Hayes' face was paper white now. 'I'll talk to someone for you. We'll figure something out. This is a national security issue.'

'I doubt that's possible now. In fact, that's why I brought Carr along with me.'

Hayes glanced sharply over at Stone. 'I don't quite understand.'

'Well, I might forgive you. But he sure as hell isn't about to. So since we're both wanted for murder, I mean…'

'What the hell are you saying, Knox?'

Stone answered. 'What he's saying is we've already done eight. Who the hell cares about one more, especially if it's you?'

Hayes staggered back against the wall, his hand to his chest. 'Knox, you can't allow this. I am your superior.'

'You were my superior. At least in rank. In reality, I've always considered you quite inferior.'

'How dare you-'

Knox uncuffed Stone and then slipped a knife from his pocket and handed it to him. Stone automatically gripped it in his favored killing position.

'Knox!' Hayes screamed.

Stone advanced. 'Do you know how many times I've done this on behalf of the United States government?'

'Knox, for godsakes.'

'You should have given the man his medal,' Knox said.

Hayes screamed, 'I'll give you your damn medal, Carr. It's yours.'

Knox sat in a chair and said, 'You were a piece of crap for pulling the plug on it just because he wouldn't follow your order to slaughter an innocent village in Nam.'

'I know that now. I'm sorry. I should never have given that order.'

Stone stopped next to the quaking Hayes and looked him up and down, apparently deciding on the best place to deliver the lethal blow.

Knox added, 'And you shouldn't have come up to that prison and made a deal with that warden to keep me there because I'd found out the truth.'

Stone was now holding the knife against Hayes' throat.

'I've dreamed about this for nearly forty years, Mack,' said Stone.

'Knox,' wailed Hayes. 'I'm begging you. I'm sorry for what I did at the prison. I never should have left you there. I'm sorry. For God's sake make him stop.'

'Okay,' Knox said. 'Oliver, go ahead and stop.'

Stone stepped back and flipped the knife to Knox, who pulled out a walkie-talkie and said into it, 'Okay, come on in.'

Five men came rushing through the door seconds later and strode up to the still cowering but confused- looking Hayes.

One of the men said, 'Macklin Hayes, you're under arrest for obstruction of justice, false imprisonment, war crimes, covering up a drug ring, conspiracy to commit same and for using government property to blow up a civilian car in a public place resulting in reckless endangerment.' The man then gave him his Miranda warning.

Knox pulled out a DVD from his pocket and tossed it to Hayes. 'You can share that with your lawyers.'

Hayes looked down at it. 'What the hell is it?'

'The place where you met with us at the prison and told us everything because you figured we'd never get out? It was an interrogation room, you dumbshit. Warden up there was real keen on surveillance. There was a hidden camera and it recorded every syllable you said.' He looked at the men. 'Take his ass away. I'm sick of looking at him.'

As they pulled Hayes from the room in cuffs, he screamed, 'That man is John Carr. He killed Carter Gray and Roger Simpson. Arrest him, arrest him right now.'

One of the men said, 'Shut up!' and then pushed Hayes out the door.

After they were gone, Knox and Stone left the house and walked down the dark, quiet, lamplit streets of Georgetown as a chill wind blew in off the nearby Potomac.

'You know,' Knox said, 'Hayes was the only one who was after you. I reported only to him. He was doing this on his own authority, it wasn't an Agency thing.'

'He's a man who holds his grudges,' agreed Stone.

'My point is, as far as you're concerned, it's over.' He put out his hand and Stone shook it. Knox continued, 'Now, I'm going to walk that way.' He pointed to his right. 'And I suggest you go the other way.'

'I can't do that, Joe.'

'Oliver, get out of this place and go start over somewhere. I'll even get you some money and a new ID. But you have to go. Now.'

Stone sat down on a weathered stone step and gazed up at the man.

'I've been going for thirty years and I'm just tired.'

'But the FBI is still investigating the murders. And with Hayes out of the way any impediment to them turning in your direction is gone. Sooner or later, they're going to knock on your door. Particularly with Hayes screaming his head off about you.'

'I know that.'

'And, what, you're going to just wait until they come get you?'

Stone stood. 'No. I'm not going to wait. I'm going right to the top on this. But first I need to go get something.'

'Get something? Where?'

'At a graveyard.'

CHAPTER 82

THE SECRET SERVICE examined the contents of the box that Stone had brought with him. It was the same one he'd hidden at Milton's burial plot before leaving Washington. Knox had driven him over to the graveyard where he'd gotten the box, called Alex Ford and made the arrangements to be where the three men were