nurse his strained back, saturated lungs and a severely stressed nervous system. Sean had given him the copy of the video stick showing the plane, Arabs and drugs from Camp Peary with instructions for Horatio to make additional copies of it and to put them in separate safety-deposit boxes.
Ventris held up the warrant and his creds as three armed guards from the front gate approached him.
“You’d better get one of your superiors out here, gents,” Hayes said, flashing his badge as well.
The guard said in a crisp professional tone, “Actually, sir,
Two other men came out from the guard building. One wore a suit; the other was dressed in khakis with a blue DEA windbreaker.
Sean’s heart sank as he saw Ventris and Hayes stiffen. The man in the suit said, “Agent Ventris, give me the warrant.”
Ventris said, “But sir, I-”
“Now!”
Ventris handed it over. The man looked at it and then tore the paper up.
The man in the DEA jacket said to Hayes, “Now give me the video that was shot.”
“How’d you know about that?” Hayes asked.
“You showed it to the judge to get the warrant. Now give it to me.”
Hayes pulled the video from his pocket and gave it to his boss, who in turn gave it to one of the Camp Peary guards.
“Now get your men back in the vehicles and get out of here.”
Hayes immediately started to protest but the man cut him off.
“National security interests are at stake here, Hayes. I’m not saying I like it, but that’s just the way it is. Go!”
Ventris’s boss nodded curtly at him as well. “You too.”
The men turned back toward the Suburbans. Michelle and Sean started to follow, but the Camp Peary guards stopped them.
“You two are being detained,” one of them said.
“What!” Sean exclaimed.
Ventris and Hayes started to intercede but their two superiors stepped in.
“Get in your damn vehicles and get the hell out of here. We have no jurisdiction at this place,” Ventris’s boss said.
“We had a warrant,” Ventris said bitterly.
“Do
Ventris and Hayes looked helplessly at Michelle and Sean. Sean nodded. “Go on, guys, we’ll work it out.” He didn’t sound too confident because he wasn’t.
As the motorcade drove off, footsteps made Sean and Michelle turn around. Valerie Messaline was standing there dressed in beige fatigues, her CIA ID on a lanyard around her neck.
“Welcome to Camp Peary,” she said. “I understand you’ve been dying to visit.”
CHAPTER 88
THE CELL WAS SIX-BY-SIX CONCRETE, cold, damp and windowless. Sean’s clothes were stripped off and he was ordered to stand at attention in the corner. After six hours, exhausted, he squatted on the floor. The door to his cell immediately banged open and hands lifted him back up. An hour later, his legs growing numb, he squatted again. The same thing happened over and over. Twenty-two hours later he was allowed to fall back on his hard cot. A minute later the cold water hit him in the face. Then he was forced to sit on the edge of a metal stool that was bolted to the floor. If he moved even a millimeter the door immediately clanged open and he was forced back to his original position. An hour later he was forced to sit so close to the edge he could barely stay on the stool. Thirty minutes later, he was forced even closer to the edge. Every time they moved him, part of the skin from his butt cheeks remained on the cold metal stool. His muscles knotted up after five hours. After ten hours he threw up everything in his belly. Sixteen hours later he was allowed to collapse on his bed covered in his retch. He was given a cup of water but no food.
As soon as he was drifting off to sleep the door banged open again and he was lightly smacked in the sides with wooden batons and ordered to remain awake. As soon as he started falling asleep again the same thing happened. For two days this occurred until he finally fell to the floor, his body twitching uncontrollably.
After three days of this treatment he found the strength to scream, “I’m a United States citizen, dammit, you can’t do this. You
He jumped up and charged the door, but strong hands shoved him back. He fell onto the concrete, ripping skin off his knees and hands.
“You can’t do this,” he said again. He tried to rise, to fight them, but he was too weak. “You can’t do this. You have no right.”
“We have every right,” a voice said. Sean looked up to see Valerie standing there.
“You broke into a United States intelligence facility. You stole things.”
“You’re crazy.”
“You are a traitor to your country. We have evidence that you came down here on the pretense of investigating a murder but with the real purpose of spying on the CIA.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it! I want a lawyer, right now!”
She went on calmly, “Based on our investigation we have classified you and Michelle Maxwell as persons who are materially aiding enemies of this country by spying on the CIA. Therefore you are not entitled to legal representation or to habeas corpus until we decide to charge you with a crime and bring you to trial.”
He exploded, “You can’t fucking keep me here just because you want to.”
“The law allows us quite a bit of latitude.”
“What do you want from me?” he shouted.
“Things you saw, things you heard. Even what you’re imagining. But I’ll talk about that once you’re softened up a bit more. You gave us quite a rough time out on the river; it’s payback now.”
She turned to leave.
“You killed Monk Turing. And Len Rivest. And you blew up the morgue? All in the name of serving your freaking country? Do you know how many laws you’ve broken?”
Valerie said, “Monk Turing did what you did. Broke in here. He was shot for it. And we had every right to do it.”
“Right. If that were the truth you wouldn’t have made it look like a suicide. So people would think it was like the others. He saw the people getting off the plane, didn’t he? He saw the drugs. So Turing had to die. But what you didn’t know was he’d been over here before and he put it all down in a code. Alicia took the code and despite what she told us I bet she actually did crack it. So Viggie disappears. Am I right? Come on, Val, tell me!”
“You’re hardly in a position to demand answers.”
Despite being weak Sean was just warming up. “And Rivest. He was going to tell me things about Babbage Town before he was killed. Maybe he found out the CIA was spying on the place. Maybe he confided in Alicia, who was pretending to have a thing for him. Only he didn’t know she was on your team. Bam, he’s dead. Later you blow up the morgue to cover up some incriminating evidence. How am I doing Val? Batting a thousand?”
“You can speculate all you want.”
“The FBI and the DEA know you have us here. There’s no way you’re going to get away with this.”
Valerie looked at him condescendingly. “You just don’t understand how this whole thing works, do you? In the grand scheme of saving millions of lives, what’s a couple of deaths? I mean really? What’s a couple of deaths? You’re just a blip on the ass of history. Nobody will even remember you.”
She told the guard, “Hit it hard.” And then she closed the cell door behind her.
