"Yes."
"How in the h.e.l.l did the FBI find out so fast?"
"Hayes told Alexander that we caught the guy who killed his wife. Alexander wants him put on trial. He wants the whole world to see that we caught the guy."
"But we don"t have any hard evidence against this guy."
"I know. They jumped the gun."
"So they"re going to meet us at the airport?" Coleman asked again. "When we land." He looked at his watch. "In less than two hours."
"That"s right."
"What about media?"
"Who the f.u.c.k knows?"
"This isn"t going to work," Coleman said with real concern.
"Why?" Brooks asked. "What do we have to be ashamed of? We did their job for them."
"You"re not thinking of the big picture. News like this is huge. I"d bet my left nut that the phone lines in Washington are burning up right now. Everybody is going to try and get in on the act and either take part of the credit or act like they were in the know."
"I still don"t see the problem. This is a huge success for us. For the Agency."
Coleman laughed. "I don"t work for the Agency, and I sure as h.e.l.l don"t need any publicity."
"Well the Agency does."
"That"s debatable," Rapp said.
"Come on, Mitch. We"re the redheaded stepchild. I"ve heard you say it a dozen times over the past month. We need some good press."
"You"re a.s.suming the press is going to treat us well."
"Well, why wouldn"t they?"
"Every news story has its cycle. And when it"s about the Agency, no matter how good it looks at the beginning, it eventually gets ugly."
"Come again?" Brooks said in a skeptical tone.
"It all comes down to our methods. They"re vegetarians. We"re meat eaters. We"ll never see eye to eye. This plane, our tactics, the way we deploy, the way we put a black bag over someone"s head in the middle of the night, sneak them out of a country without anyone knowing...it will all come under scrutiny."
"I think you"re being a bit paranoid."
"I think you"re naive." Rapp looked at his watch. "We don"t have a lot of time, so here"s what we"re going to do. Our Russian friend here." Rapp pointed over his shoulder at the slumbering oaf in the corner. "Have any of you told anyone else that he exists?"
Coleman, Stroble, and Brooks all shook their heads.
"Good. He doesn"t exist."
"What are you going to do with him?" Brooks asked.
Rapp"s patience was wearing thin. "This would be a good time for you to watch and learn."
"Are you going to kill him?"
"Brooks, look me in the eye, so there"s no doubt between any of us that you understand what I"m about to tell you."
Brooks guardedly folded her arms across her chest and looked at him with her greener than brown hazel eyes.
"Stop asking questions. This isn"t a f.u.c.king debate club. It"s a benevolent dictatorship, and I"m not feeling very benevolent right now, so unless you want to find your a.s.s transferred out of the Clandestine Service and into some secretarial pool at one of the offsite locations, you"re going to do everything I tell you to do for the next two hours. Can you do that?"
She took a moment to decide and then reluctantly said, "Yes."
21.
Rapp yanked open the light aluminum door and looked down at Gazich. It was obvious by the prisoner"s pasty skin that the morphine had worn off. His forehead and upper lip were covered with beads of sweat, and his entire body quivered beneath the drab gray blanket. Rapp knew from firsthand experience that simply going from darkness to light in such an agonizing state could be painful. He watched the Bosnian shut his eyes and winced with understanding. Rapp did not like Gazich, but he took no joy in his discomfort.
Rapp had just spent the last five minutes on the phone with Marcus Dumond learning more about Gazich. There were pa.s.sports, financial information, a key to a safety deposit box, cash, weapons, computers, backup disks, and hard files all found by Hacket and Wicker at Gazich"s office and home. All of it was scanned or photographed and sent to Dumond back in DC. At first glance the information gave them a pretty good idea of what Alexander Deckas had been up to for the past seven years. Dumond had already taken to referring to the prisoner as two separate people. Gavrilo Gazich was the man wanted by The Hague for war crimes in Bosnia, and Alexander Deckas was a seemingly legitimate businessman who had run a company called Aid Logistics Inc based out of Lima.s.sol, Cyprus.
Hacket and Wicker had taken the hard drives from both the office and home computers of Gazich and uploaded them via satellite to Dumond. So far the encryption programs had frustrated the MIT genius, but he expected to have them decrypted by later in the day. Rapp told him to make sure no one at Langley knew what he was up to, including DCI Kennedy. Dumond was used to working on a need-to-know basis, but DCI Kennedy was pretty much always in the need-to-know loop. Rapp told Dumond he was short on time and would explain everything when he saw him later today. The more pressing issue at the moment was to get Gazich to talk before he had to turn him over to the FBI.
Moving one step to his left, Rapp managed to block out the light that was. .h.i.tting Gazich in his face. The CIA operative held out a syringe and said, "Here"s how we play this game. I"m going to ask you a series of questions. If you answer them truthfully, you get your shot of morphine. If you lie to me, just once, no shot."
Gazich nodded eagerly.
"I want to be really clear about this...I know more about you than you can possibly imagine. I"ve talked to the big Russian," Rapp lied. "The one whose face you were in process of carving up. He had some very interesting things to say about you."
"Russians are professional liars," Gazich growled.
Rapp help up a cautionary finger. "We"ve gone through your office and your house and have run your photo through our facial recognition system. We have you on tape buying coffee at the Starbucks on Wisconsin Avenue the morning that the bomb went off. If you lie, even once, I shut the door and we start over again in thirty minutes."
"I"ll tell you whatever you want. Hurry up and give me the shot."
"Oh no." Rapp laughed. "We talk first, and then you get the shot."
"Then hurry up with your questions."
Rapp had a theory, and he was going to test it after he started with a few easy questions. "Who hired you?"
"I don"t know," Gazich moaned in frustration.
"Fine." Rapp took a step back and started closing the door.
"I swear!" Gazich yelled in a panic. "Everything was handled over the Internet."
Rapp stood there with the door half closed. This was the answer he expected. If Gazich had given him a name he would have been suspicious. Big money contracts like these were rarely handled face to face.
"You didn"t know them, but they knew you?" Rapp asked.
"By reputation only."
"Then how did they track you down?"
"I don"t know," he snarled. "I was in the process of finding that out when you burst into my office and shot me."
"How did you get into the U.S.?" Rapp watched Gazich hesitate before answering. So far the man had denied any involvement in the attack on the motorcade. "Be careful. Take your time to think this one through. You wouldn"t want to lie to me."
Gazich squirmed under the strain of the straps and said, "I flew into New York the day before."
"Which airport?"
"JFK."
"The explosives?"
"They were waiting for me."
"Where?"
"Pennsylvania."
"The state?"
"Yes, the state. Now give me my shot."
"Not quite yet. You"re doing a good job, though. So you pick up the van, drive it down to Washington...when, on Friday?"
"No," Gazich snapped. "I told you I arrived in New York on Friday."
It was possible to fly into JFK, stop in Pennsylvania, and get to Washington in one day, but Rapp wasn"t going to argue with him. Not yet. The fact that his fuse was so short was a good sign. He wanted the morphine big-time.
"So you stayed in Pennsylvania on Friday night?"
"Yes...Yes! The van was waiting for me and I drove it down to Washington early on Sat.u.r.day morning. I found my spot, I parked it, I waited, and then when the time was right I blew it up. End of story. There you go. Now give me my shot."
Rapp squatted down and pulled back the blanket to reveal Gazich"s hand. A port was taped to the back of his right hand. Stroble had put it in earlier so he could give Gazich a bag of plasma and his first two shots of morphine. Rapp popped the cap off the premeasured dose and was about to insert the needle when he thought of one more question.
"Where were you standing when you detonated the bomb?"
Gazich"s eyes were focused on the needle with such intensity that he didn"t understand the question. "What?"
"When the bomb went off...where were you standing?"
"The f.u.c.king tree!" Gazich yelled. "I was standing behind a tree a half block away! Now give me the shot."
Rapp nodded. Agent Rivera had been right. He slid the needle into the white port and pressed the plunger. The dose was just enough to keep him comfortable for thirty to forty-five minutes, and then the pain would come back with a vengeance. Rapp watched as Gazich began to relax almost immediately. His body went from rigid to relaxed, and his breathing settled into a normal pattern as the alkaloid drug eased his pain.
"So they tried to back out of paying you the rest of the money after the job." Rapp said this casually. Like one professional talking to another.
"The second part?" Gazich scoffed. "They wanted their deposit back."
"Not very professional," Rapp said with a disappointed look on his face. "So you waited a few seconds too long and you only got one limo instead of both."
The drug was working fast. Gazich looked up at Rapp with dilated eyes and slurred his first few words. "I did exactly as I was told. I fulfilled my part of the deal. They were the ones who screwed up."
"How so?"
"They told me to hit the second limo."
Rapp"s brow furrowed with surprise. Tactically this made no sense. The van had enough power to take out both limos. Picking just one from the outset cut your odds of success in half. "Why not take out both?"
"I don"t know. I"m not paid to question my employers."
"So when did they tell you to hit the second limo?" Rapp was thinking maybe he"d received the order when he"d picked up the van.
"Twenty to thirty seconds, before it all went down."
"Before the blast?" asked a surprised Rapp.
"Yes."
They must have had a spotter that morning watching the candidates get in their vehicles. Rapp wondered if Agent Rivera shuffled the limousines as they left the compound. It was a fairly common Secret Service tactic. That would explain why they blew up the wrong limo.
"The phone you received the call on...where did you get it?"
"It was waiting for me in the van."
"Was it also used to remote detonate the bomb?"
"Yes."
"I don"t suppose you hung on to it?"
"No."
"Okay." Rapp was trying to wrap his mind around the entire operation. It wasn"t how he would have done it, but then again the enemy had proven in the past that they weren"t always logistical geniuses. He stood and looked down at Gazich. "One more question. I read your file. You obviously hate Muslims. Why work for them?"
Gazich smiled for the first time. "My enemy"s enemy is my ally."
"That and the fact that they probably paid you a s.h.i.tload of money."