33.
DEALE, MARYLAND.
G ould took the front wheel off the mountain bike and lifted the back hatch of the Ford Explorer. The bike went in first and then the wheel. Claudia was sitting on a nearby park bench wrestling with another wave of nausea. Gould consulted his watch. It was 7:36 in the morning, and what had started off as a promising day was now an unmitigated disaster. He looked over at Claudia with an anger that he usually reserved for people who had threatened him. They were at the city park and there was no one around, but still this was not the place to have this conversation. Her illness had already brought them enough unwanted attention. ould took the front wheel off the mountain bike and lifted the back hatch of the Ford Explorer. The bike went in first and then the wheel. Claudia was sitting on a nearby park bench wrestling with another wave of nausea. Gould consulted his watch. It was 7:36 in the morning, and what had started off as a promising day was now an unmitigated disaster. He looked over at Claudia with an anger that he usually reserved for people who had threatened him. They were at the city park and there was no one around, but still this was not the place to have this conversation. Her illness had already brought them enough unwanted attention.
He yanked her bike off the ground and flipped the release for the front wheel. The bike was light but even so, Gould tossed it around like it was a kid"s trike. He"d purchased both bikes the evening past at yet another ma.s.sive sports superstore across the highway from the hotel they"d found in Bowie, a suburb of DC. There were a few motels and bed and breakfasts closer to Rapp"s, but they didn"t offer enough anonymity. Gould already imagined Rapp calling the handful of bed and breakfasts near his house to see if a couple fitting their description had checked in. He was just that type of man, Gould supposed. Very thorough. Gould was not one to come unnerved, but meeting Rapp had sent a chill down his spine that he hadn"t felt since he"d been surrounded by an angry mob of machete-wielding Hutus in Rwanda while he was serving in the Foreign Legion.
The man had been less than a mile from his home, the one place where Gould expected to find him with his guard down, but he couldn"t have been more wrong. Gould hadn"t even noticed him at first. He was helping steady Claudia. She had started to feel queasy as they approached Rapp"s house, but the first wave pa.s.sed so they continued on. They had made it to his house and then turned around and were on their way back to town. That"s all they had planned on doing-a simple drive-by. Gould wanted to get the lay of the land and confirm what his eyes could only guess in the dark of night. He also wanted to explore the possibility of making it look like an accident. The German was offering an extra million dollars, and while Gould wasn"t crazy about the added risk, he would at least give it consideration. Claudia pulled over abruptly about a half mile past Rapp"s house and began throwing up. At this point Gould was still calm. They had seen both cars in the driveway, and it was before 7:00 in the morning. Claudia would get this over with in a few minutes and they would move on, no one the wiser to their presence.
The last thing Gould had expected was to come face-to-face with his quarry. Then Gould heard something and looked over his shoulder, and there in the flesh was Mitch Rapp. He had gotten very close, too close, and had done so without intentionally stalking Gould. It was supposed to be the other way around. His only saving grace were the sungla.s.ses that covered his eyes. Eyes were by far the most difficult feature to change. Behind the shield of tinted gla.s.s, Gould watched Rapp"s every move with keen interest. He saw how the American"s left hand remained poised just above the pack he wore around his waist. Gould had zero doubt what was concealed in the pack, and he also had zero doubt that Rapp could draw and fire the weapon in the time it would take most people to blink. He also knew it was almost a certainty that Rapp would hit his target.
While the chance encounter was not something that Gould would have preferred, everything up to this point was manageable. Rapp had seen him, but thanks to loose-fitting clothes, the helmet, and the sungla.s.ses there really wasn"t much to go on. Rapp asked him a question and Gould was forced to answer. Still, everything was fine. Gould spoke such flawless English that there was no way for Rapp to glean that he was French. Then Claudia decided to open her mouth and ruin everything.
They got in the truck and drove back to the hotel in silence. Claudia reclined her seat as far as it would go and covered her eyes. When they got to the hotel they entered through one of the side doors. Claudia dropped onto the bed with her workout clothes still on. She kicked off one shoe and then the other. She let out a moan and covered her head with one of the fluffy pillows.
"Close the curtains, please," she said from under the pillow.
He yanked the fabric shut with such force that he practically pulled the whole thing off its rails.
She cracked one eye and lifted the pillow. "What are you so upset about?"
He stopped his pacing and stared at her. "Why in the h.e.l.l did you open your mouth back there?"
"Back where?"
"On the street. In front of Rapp."
She pulled the pillow down and muttered something.
"What in the h.e.l.l were you thinking?"
"I was sick. I didn"t even know it was him."
"Do you realize what the stakes are? Do you have any idea what you did by speaking back there?"
"You are overreacting," she groaned.
"The h.e.l.l I am. If we fail, you don"t think he"s going to remember that couple he ran into one early morning? The woman with the French accent, and the man she was with?"
"He didn"t see our faces."
"He didn"t need to. All he needs to do is put out a general physical description of us and then stipulate that the woman was French. How many male/female teams do you think there are?" He stared at her waiting for an answer that he never got. "Not a lot to start with, but add the fact that he now knows the woman is French and he"s narrowed the search down to only a few people."
"Then let"s quit. Let"s just walk away from it and keep the German"s money."
Gould didn"t speak for a second. He just gawked at her stupidity. "Have you lost your mind?"
"Then give the money back. I don"t care...just leave me alone. Can"t you see I"m not in the mood to argue with you right now?"
"You sure picked a h.e.l.l of a time to get pregnant."
She lifted the corner of the pillow and looked out at him with an angry eye. "Believe me, you had something to do with it."
"Why now? We"ve been having s.e.x for years and it"s never happened before." He had wanted to ask this question, but until now had been too worried about how she might react. Now he simply didn"t care.
"It happens," she replied with a tinge of anger in her voice.
"Bulls.h.i.t," he growled. "You stopped taking the Pill, didn"t you?"
"Va-t"en. Je ne me sens pas bien."
"Speak English," he snapped.
"Go away. I don"t feel well, you bully."
Gould"s jaw clenched in anger. He hesitated for a second, fighting the urge to press his point. He decided he needed to get away from her before he said something they would both regret. He marched across the room and grabbed one of the backpacks. He threw the pack over one shoulder and left without saying another word.
HE STOPPED AT a nearby gas station and filled the tank. He also got some coffee and a donut that he regretted buying soon after he"d wolfed it down. Before pulling out of the lot Gould checked the GPS tracking device he"d placed on Anna Rielly"s car. The screen on the handheld device was only three inches by three inches and was not capable of the detail that Claudia"s laptop provided, but for now it would do just fine. A quick check revealed that she was on her way back into the city. More than likely she was on her way to work. Gould had placed three devices in her car. The first, the one he stuck under the dashboard, was a simple bug. Anything she said while in the car would be relayed to a digital recorder and scanning device in the trunk. That small black box also randomly scanned the most common frequencies used by cordless phones. It had an effective range of up to 100 feet. It also contained a small digital phone so it could be accessed remotely. The third device was the GPS transponder itself, which allowed him to track the location of the vehicle. a nearby gas station and filled the tank. He also got some coffee and a donut that he regretted buying soon after he"d wolfed it down. Before pulling out of the lot Gould checked the GPS tracking device he"d placed on Anna Rielly"s car. The screen on the handheld device was only three inches by three inches and was not capable of the detail that Claudia"s laptop provided, but for now it would do just fine. A quick check revealed that she was on her way back into the city. More than likely she was on her way to work. Gould had placed three devices in her car. The first, the one he stuck under the dashboard, was a simple bug. Anything she said while in the car would be relayed to a digital recorder and scanning device in the trunk. That small black box also randomly scanned the most common frequencies used by cordless phones. It had an effective range of up to 100 feet. It also contained a small digital phone so it could be accessed remotely. The third device was the GPS transponder itself, which allowed him to track the location of the vehicle.
Gould plugged an earpiece into his Palm Pilot and dialed the number to connect with the scanning device in Rielly"s trunk. At the prompt he punched in the four-digit code and waited with the Palm Pilot"s thin black stylus poised above the screen. He followed several more commands and then waited while the data was transferred from the scanner to the handheld computer. The code on the bottom of the file told him that he had sixteen minutes and eighteen seconds worth of conversation. As soon as it was done he erased the recordings on the scanner and ended the connection. The scanner in Rielly"s trunk could hold up to five hours of digitized phone conversation, which for his purposes should be more than enough. Gould opened the audio file on his Palm Pilot and began replaying the time-stamped conversations. The first one was from the night before and was nothing more than Rielly listening to the radio on her way home from work. Gould fast forwarded through parts of it to make sure he didn"t miss anything. Eight minutes and thirty-seven seconds into it she made a call to a girlfriend named Liz. She asked how her G.o.dson was doing and began talking about babies. Gould skipped ahead. He would go back and listen to every word later, but for now he wanted to hear if he had Rapp talking on the home phone.
Gould put the car in drive and pulled out onto Annapolis Road. A few blocks later her car took the Blue Star Memorial Highway south. His plan was to spend the rest of the morning familiarizing himself with the countryside. When he lived in the States he"d spent a little time in both Annapolis and Baltimore and had gone on two cruises of the Chesapeake. One was for school and the other was a private outing, a day of sailing that Gould remembered fondly. A friend of his father"s had taken them. His sisters and mother were left at home. Gould remembered it well because they had entered a regatta and it had been thrilling. The weather was perfect; sunny, warm, and bl.u.s.tery.
He had spent zero time, however, in the area where Rapp lived just south of Annapolis. He wanted to make sure what the map showed actually existed, and was where it was supposed to be. In a country like America this was not usually a problem, but in some of the Third World h.e.l.l-holes where Gould had served, good maps were rare. No matter what, though, a map was still just a map. A flat representation of a real place. It helped with names and places, but still, to get a real sense of what was out there, you had to see it with your own eyes. Maps, unless they were extraordinarily good ones, did not show foot paths through the woods, they did not show clumps of bushes, and they did not tell you which way the wind blew. And then there was the change of seasons to consider. What might be a great place to lie in wait in the summer might be useless in the winter. All of these things needed to be experienced firsthand, but still one had to be very careful. Especially when dealing with a man like Rapp. Reconnaissance was only useful in a situation like this if your target remained oblivious to the fact that he was being watched. Reconnaissance was in many ways the most difficult aspect of Gould"s job. Training and planning were important, but they were things that he could control in an almost lablike setting. Reconnaissance meant that he had to expose himself.
Gould continued south for approximately five minutes and then turned east. Most of the cars were headed west at this point so traffic was light. He continued to play the recordings as he went, half listening, half thinking about how quickly the ebb and flow of the operation had turned. Everything had gone so smoothly until this morning. They"d had no trouble entering the country, all of the money was safely transferred into untraceable accounts, and they had followed Rielly home without incident. And then they had come face to face with Rapp and Claudia had opened her mouth. This was exactly what Gould was thinking when a snippet of the recorded conversation caught his attention. He could scarcely believe what he was hearing. He was still in a surly mood, upset with Claudia and believing firmly that she had gotten pregnant intentionally. He was lamenting how quickly things had turned when lady luck came roaring back into his life via a simple phone call. The conversation had taken place between Anna Rielly and a friend barely an hour ago. That phone call was followed quickly by a second one where Rapp"s wife was making an appointment for him to see a doctor. An orthopedic surgeon. The next conversation was the doctor calling for Rapp. He asked Rapp to explain the problem. The short version was that Rapp could barely bend his left knee. The doctor told him to try and stay off it and come in immediately. They would do an MRI and then decide if he needed surgery.
Gould pulled over to the side of the county road and checked his map. Now that he thought back on it Rapp had been walking with a slight limp when he"d seen him earlier in the morning. Surgery, Surgery, he thought to himself. he thought to himself. Could I be so lucky? Could I be so lucky? If Rapp had to go under the knife, he"d be laid up for a while and Gould"s job would be made significantly easier. Gould yanked the car back into drive and waited for a small tanker truck to pa.s.s. Gould was already plotting, exploring any possible way he could make Rapp"s death look remotely like an accident. A car crash would be difficult with the type of vehicles they drove. As long as they were wearing their seat belts both the BMW and the Audi would protect them from any crash Gould could help orchestrate. If Rapp had to go under the knife, he"d be laid up for a while and Gould"s job would be made significantly easier. Gould yanked the car back into drive and waited for a small tanker truck to pa.s.s. Gould was already plotting, exploring any possible way he could make Rapp"s death look remotely like an accident. A car crash would be difficult with the type of vehicles they drove. As long as they were wearing their seat belts both the BMW and the Audi would protect them from any crash Gould could help orchestrate.
Several hundred yards ahead, Gould watched a truck turn off the road. At the moment he didn"t think much of it, but as he slowed for a stop sign he looked to his left and noticed the truck parked in the driveway of someone"s home. The driver was out of the cab and dragging a hose over to a silver tank next to the house. Gould read the stenciled lettering on the door. Chesapeake Bay Propane Co. Underneath was a phone number and address. Gould memorized both and continued on. He remembered some obscure fact that he"d picked up years ago. Where, he could not remember, but it had something to do with natural gas being odorless. He tried to picture Rapp"s house, but couldn"t be sure. It was a possibility, he supposed. How else would they heat their homes in this rural area? After he got to Rapp"s house he would look into it. The extra million would come in handy, and if it was done right, there would be no reason for the CIA to come looking for him. They would of course suspect foul play, but without hard evidence, there would always be doubt.
34.
ANDREWS A AIR F FORCE B BASE.
T he Saudi delegation arrived on four ma.s.sive 747 long-haul aircrafts. The planes were designed by Boeing to carry 400 plus pa.s.sengers depending on how they were configured, but these were no ordinary planes. Each one was owned privately by a member of the Saudi royal family. Due to an almost endless source of petrodollars, and the Saudis" need to constantly trump one another, each plane was lavishly decorated in the most opulent manner possible. Marble showers with gold fixtures, king-size beds, and Jacuzzis were standard on each plane, as were workout facilities, steam rooms, and gaming rooms. Plasma TV screens were in great abundance as well as DVDs, CDs, and pretty much anything that had an ounce of entertainment value. Each wide-body plane carried a world cla.s.s chef, ma.s.seuse, manicurist, and barber. The jumbo jets were the equivalent of flying private yachts. Not counting the flight crew and staff, fewer than fifty pa.s.sengers flew on each plane. he Saudi delegation arrived on four ma.s.sive 747 long-haul aircrafts. The planes were designed by Boeing to carry 400 plus pa.s.sengers depending on how they were configured, but these were no ordinary planes. Each one was owned privately by a member of the Saudi royal family. Due to an almost endless source of petrodollars, and the Saudis" need to constantly trump one another, each plane was lavishly decorated in the most opulent manner possible. Marble showers with gold fixtures, king-size beds, and Jacuzzis were standard on each plane, as were workout facilities, steam rooms, and gaming rooms. Plasma TV screens were in great abundance as well as DVDs, CDs, and pretty much anything that had an ounce of entertainment value. Each wide-body plane carried a world cla.s.s chef, ma.s.seuse, manicurist, and barber. The jumbo jets were the equivalent of flying private yachts. Not counting the flight crew and staff, fewer than fifty pa.s.sengers flew on each plane.
Maintaining this lavish lifestyle was anything but easy. Two separate 747s loaded with security people, protocol officers, junior diplomats, and servants had arrived earlier in the week. Entire five-star hotels had been booked, the top floor in some cases reserved for just one person. Extra cigarettes were ordered in quant.i.ties befitting an army going into battle. The hotels stocked up on the most expensive cognac, the finest cigars, and the rarest of wines. Escort services flew in call girls from Chicago, Miami, New York, and L.A. When the Saudis came to town they provided a boost to the local economy that was akin to hosting a major sporting event. Instead of doing it with tens of thousands of people, though, they simply did it with a thousand or less.
The protocol officers had argued over every detail of the state visit. It started with lodging. When the president offered Blair House to the king, it looked like things were off to a good start, but it all went downhill from there. The foreign minister, minister of commerce, and minister for Islamic affairs all wanted to stay at the Saudi amba.s.sador"s estate outside the city. The estate was big, but not big enough to handle two, let alone three, of the ministers and their entourages. The foreign minister"s people argued that he had the most important job. The minister of commerce"s people argued that the amba.s.sador was his full brother, and thus it was his right to use the estate, and the minister of Islamic affairs" people refused to give a reason other than the fact that it was what Prince Muhammad bin Rashid wanted. In the end this was reason enough. Rashid had the ear of the clerics, and his contacts ran deep in the state security agencies. In many ways he was the most feared man in Saudi Arabia. Only King Abdullah and a handful of young princes dared stand up to him.
In hindsight, they realized that they were fools for not having suggested that Prince Muhammad and his entourage stay at the estate in the first place. Prince Muhammad was one of the only truly pious members of the royal family, and he refused to partake in alcohol or tobacco even when traveling abroad. With Muhammad and his people sequestered at the estate, the rest of the delegation could relax and have fun without fear of being reported back to the clerics at home. The Saudi royals had a "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" att.i.tude. While in the Kingdom they at least kept up the appearance that they were following the Wahhabis" strict interpretation of Islam, but as soon as they left the country they went wild.
The remaining Saudis were left to fight over the Ritz Carlton in Georgetown and the Ritz in Foggy Bottom a mere eight blocks away. In the end the foreign minister got the Ritz in Foggy Bottom since the hotel had more rooms and his entourage was larger. They were not done arguing, though. There were still important issues to settle, such as the order in which the planes would land. It was a given that the king would land last, but the other three slots were up for grabs. Again, Prince Muhammad"s people refused to negotiate. This infuriated the other two camps, but after much yelling and complaining they got nowhere. In the end the foreign minister secured the number-two spot, and the minister of commerce was forced to land first.
Security was a major issue, but the Americans were running the show where that was concerned. As the planes came in on final approach, the motorcades were readied and the military marching band stood poised to play. The king was going straight to the White House, Prince Muhammad and the foreign minister were going to the State Department, and the minister of commerce was going to the Kennedy Center where he would be hosted by the U.S. commerce secretary and important business leaders. The DC Metro Police were on hand to provide motorcycle escorts, and the Secret Service had pulled in agents from all over the East Coast to provide diplomatic protection. The king, as well as his three half brothers, had all brought their own armor-plated limousines, which had been flown over to America in advance of the visit.
Prince Muhammad had wondered more than once on the long journey just how close Abel"s a.s.sa.s.sin was to getting the job done. It would be very interesting to watch the story reported from the American perspective if it happened during his visit. It would also be priceless to see the reaction on the faces of their government officials. Especially the director of the CIA. Muhammad knew the woman favored Rapp and that his death would hurt her. This is what she deserves for meddling in the affairs of Saudi Arabia, This is what she deserves for meddling in the affairs of Saudi Arabia, he thought. he thought.
After the attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon, Muhammad had learned that it had been that d.a.m.nable woman who had advised the American president to press for his rea.s.signment. Kennedy herself had visited with then Crown Prince Abdullah and provided evidence that Saudi Security Services were in some cases knowingly protecting al-Qaeda and its members. She stated that the president, along with the leaders in the House and Senate, did not feel Prince Muhammad bin Rashid was up to the job of running the Ministry of the Interior, which oversaw the security services. If he was not moved out of the position, and replaced with someone who was willing to go after al-Qaeda aggressively, Saudi-American relations would suffer greatly.
His half brother caved in to the demand, but in order to save face at home, and keep the tenuous balance between the bickering princes, he gave Muhammad the important position of minister of Islamic affairs, endowment, dawa, dawa, and guidance. In terms of sheer power, it paled in comparison to running the Ministry of the Interior, but in terms of influence, it was second to none. Oil was the blood of Saudi Arabia, but Islam was its heart. The royal family could not rule without the backing of the clerics in Mecca and Medina, and the clerics were growing increasingly leery of the king and his cozy relations with America. Muhammad knew he needed to show the religious men that he was a man of action. Someone who was willing to stand up to the Americans. and guidance. In terms of sheer power, it paled in comparison to running the Ministry of the Interior, but in terms of influence, it was second to none. Oil was the blood of Saudi Arabia, but Islam was its heart. The royal family could not rule without the backing of the clerics in Mecca and Medina, and the clerics were growing increasingly leery of the king and his cozy relations with America. Muhammad knew he needed to show the religious men that he was a man of action. Someone who was willing to stand up to the Americans.
There would be great personal satisfaction in having a hand in the death of a foul nonbeliever like Rapp, but in the more strategic sense, Rapp"s murder would eventually provide proof not just to the clerics, but to the other members of the royal family that Muhammad bin Rashid was a great defender of Islam, and not some pandering fool like the king. Revealing his hand in the matter would have to be handled very delicately and over a certain period of time. Prince Muhammad was fifty-nine and in good health. He could bide his time for another five years and slowly chip away at the king"s support. When the time was right, the clerics would support him, that he knew for certain. They wanted Rapp dead more than he did, and they would be very grateful that a member of the House of Saud had finally picked up a sword and defended Islam. For now, though, he had to go through the motions and act as if he actually liked the Americans.
Prince Muhammad bin Rashid stepped from the plane into the late-afternoon sunlight. He was dressed in his white robes and he clutched them against the blowing wind. To the undiscerning eye it was difficult to tell him apart from his half brother, the king, especially when he was wearing sungla.s.ses as he was at this moment. Both men stood six feet tall and had jet black mustaches and goatees. This sometimes caused a bit of confusion as it did now with the group of dignitaries and photographers who were waiting on the red carpet at the foot of the stairs. Prince Muhammad descended with a slight smile on his face as he watched one of the king"s protocol officers pointing frantically at the last of the jumbo jets which was pulling to a stop just a little ways down the tarmac.
The air force general waiting to greet him held his ground. He was not about to slight the Saudi foreign minister by bolting. Enjoying the spectacle, Prince Muhammad took his time getting down the stairs. Upon meeting the base commander, he clutched the man"s hand in both of his and became quite effusive in his praise for the military band. The whole time he kept one eye on the protocol officer and took great joy in seeing the man begin to tremble. Finally, the base commander broke free and with a hand on Prince Muhammad"s back he sent him down the carpet toward his waiting limousine.
35.
U.S. STATE D DEPARTMENT.
K ennedy stood in the corner of the John Quincy Adams State Drawing Room and nursed her gla.s.s of Chardonnay while two State Department undersecretaries tried to sell her on a new approach toward North Korea. They knew if she sided with their boss, the president would likely change course. That was not going to happen. Kennedy listened politely even though she disagreed with everything they were saying. The North Korean leader was mentally unstable, and nothing these two diplomats said would change that irrefutable medical fact. Single-party talks were a nonstarter and nothing more than an ego game by the North Korean premier. China, j.a.pan, and South Korea had to be at the negotiating table. It was their backyard. Kennedy was tempted to tell the two Ivy Leaguers that she had been secretly counseling the president that it was time to give the Chinese an ultimatum; either rein in North Korea, or the United States would help j.a.pan develop a nuclear weapons program. Kennedy was convinced the specter of a nuclear j.a.pan would force China to bring North Korea to heel. There were others who understandably disagreed. China could counter by saying it would invade Taiwan and things could spin out of control rather quickly. ennedy stood in the corner of the John Quincy Adams State Drawing Room and nursed her gla.s.s of Chardonnay while two State Department undersecretaries tried to sell her on a new approach toward North Korea. They knew if she sided with their boss, the president would likely change course. That was not going to happen. Kennedy listened politely even though she disagreed with everything they were saying. The North Korean leader was mentally unstable, and nothing these two diplomats said would change that irrefutable medical fact. Single-party talks were a nonstarter and nothing more than an ego game by the North Korean premier. China, j.a.pan, and South Korea had to be at the negotiating table. It was their backyard. Kennedy was tempted to tell the two Ivy Leaguers that she had been secretly counseling the president that it was time to give the Chinese an ultimatum; either rein in North Korea, or the United States would help j.a.pan develop a nuclear weapons program. Kennedy was convinced the specter of a nuclear j.a.pan would force China to bring North Korea to heel. There were others who understandably disagreed. China could counter by saying it would invade Taiwan and things could spin out of control rather quickly.
Telling these two doves any of this, however, would be foolish. She let them drone on and on about how it wouldn"t be such a bad concession to conduct single-party talks. After all, they could always go back to six-party talks if it didn"t work out. This conversation was a perfect example of why she had been reluctant to attend the reception for the Saudi foreign minister. Mixing with other departments in a social setting, especially State, often meant being trapped in these types of diametrically opposed discussions. She looked around the room for her new boss. This had been his idea. A command performance. Had Kennedy been invited by the secretary of state herself, she would have still been ambivalent about attending the diplomatic reception, but Ross had ordered her to come, and had done so in a very condescending manner. He told her, as if he was giving her an employee review, that she needed to work more on relationship building with their allies. She took all of this in stride and bit her lip, but in the back of her mind she heard Rapp"s warning-Ross is an idiot.
Kennedy wondered if this was about Rapp-if Ross was punishing her for what he"d done. She had not let on that she knew about their confrontation, but it was safe to a.s.sume Ross thought she knew all the details. What had started off as a decent enough working relationship was suddenly not looking so good. Whether this was exacerbated by Rapp or inevitable she did not know, but she was beginning to seriously wonder if Ross was the wrong man for the job.
Kennedy had been tempted to force Rapp to accompany her as a form of punishment, but he had gotten out of it. He"d shown up at her office limping earlier in the day and told her he was going in to have his knee operated on in the morning. She asked how serious it was and he shrugged it off with a mumbled answer. After a few more questions she found out they were going to scope his knee and he"d be back at work in two days. That didn"t sound like such a big deal, so she pressed him further and found out the procedure was only a short-term solution. The doctor told him within five years he"d need to undergo knee replacement surgery. Kennedy was surprised by her own lack of concern for his health. On the contrary, she was pleased to hear that he would finally have to slow down. With any luck, she could get him behind a desk soon and keep him there.
Ross entered the room in a manner befitting the president himself. He was followed by the ever-present Jonathan Gordon; two female staffers, whom Kennedy only vaguely recognized; and four immense Secret Service agents. Kennedy looked across the room at Secretary of State Berg and noted that not a single member of her security detail was in the room. They were in one of the most secure buildings in Washington, after all. There was no reason, other than hubris, to have the agents so close to their protectee.
Kennedy stood in the corner and continued to listen to the two State Department officials. She was in no rush to talk to Ross so she waited for him to make his way over. Ross was shaking hands and slapping backs. Kennedy was amused to read the lips of a senator who asked Ross, "What are you doing here?"
Very good question, Kennedy thought to herself. She looked at her watch and noted that he had told her to be on time, and yet he had arrived thirty minutes late. Kennedy thought to herself. She looked at her watch and noted that he had told her to be on time, and yet he had arrived thirty minutes late.
Ross made his way over to Secretary Berg and kissed her on the cheek. After a few minutes he spotted Kennedy and waved her over.
Kennedy excused herself and made her way through the crowd. "Secretary Berg." Kennedy extended her hand. "How are you?"
"Well, Irene, and you?"
"Just fine, thank you," answered Kennedy. She and the secretary of state were often at odds philosophically, but had a good working relationship.
"I didn"t expect to see you here," Ross said, thinking he was funny.
"I thought I"d crash the party," Kennedy replied with a half smile.
"I"m glad you came," said the secretary of state quickly. She squeezed Kennedy"s arm and gave her a rea.s.suring nod.
Kennedy knew exactly what she meant. The Saudis had a way of making women feel very uncomfortable. To the old guard of Saudi men a woman"s place was at home, taking care of the children and running the household. It was inappropriate to look a woman in the eye or address her directly. This made for some awkward moments when powerful women like Berg and Kennedy were placed in the same room with an all-male delegation of Saudis. In Kennedy"s twenty plus years in the intelligence business things had gotten much better. The next generation of Saudis, the ones who had been educated at universities in Europe and America, were far more accepting of women, at least when dealing with foreign governments. Back in Saudi Arabia, though, the great divide between the s.e.xes was still alive and flourishing.
One of Secretary Berg"s a.s.sistants came up and informed her that the Saudi foreign minister had entered the building. Berg excused herself and left Ross and Kennedy to take up her position in the diplomatic receiving line. Ross grabbed Kennedy by the elbow and pointed toward the far corner of the room. They wove their way through the crowd with Ross"s bodyguards shadowing them as they went. Kennedy thought the security must have looked ridiculous and was relieved when Ross finally gave the detail leader a signal to stand down.
Ross stood with his back to the room, facing Kennedy. Jonathan Gordon stepped from his shadow and took up position beside his boss. Ross smoothed his light-blue-and-silver-striped tie with the palm of his right hand and then adjusted his trousers before placing his hands on his lips. The director of National Intelligence looked at her, tilted his head slightly, as if he was going to say something, and then stopped.
Kennedy had a pretty good idea what was on his mind, so she said, "Mark, about you and Mitch, and what happened the other day..."
Ross cut her off. "You don"t need to say a word. It"s water under the bridge."
Kennedy glanced at Gordon, whose expression said different. "I just want you to know I don"t operate that way," Kennedy said to Ross. "If one of my people has a problem with you they need to come to me first. Mitch went behind my back, and I"m not happy about it."
Ross considered his reply. "I know Mitch has sacrificed a great deal for this country, but a lot of people worry he"s uncontrollable. That it"s just a matter of time before he does something that really embarra.s.ses the Agency. Neither of us want that to happen."
"No, we don"t," Kennedy said honestly.
"Then I suggest you keep him on a short leash."
Kennedy nodded. She couldn"t really tell him that there were as many or more people in Washington who wanted to simply let Rapp loose.
"And this Coleman guy. I wasn"t born yesterday. That guy spells trouble."
Kennedy said nothing.
"I"m going to do my best," continued Ross, "to stay out of the day-to-day business of the Agency. I have a lot of faith in you, you"ve done a great job so far, but I worry that you have a blind spot where Rapp is concerned. I"ve already talked to the president about this and he shares my concerns."
Kennedy listened to the words without showing an ounce of emotion. Inside, however, her stomach started to churn.
"We"ve decided," said Ross, "to keep a close eye on the situation. If Rapp can"t start following orders and respect the chain of command, some changes might have to be made."
"You talked to the president about this?" Kennedy wanted to be clear on this point. One of the cla.s.sic power plays in Washington was to drop the president"s name to bolster your position.
"Yes, and he"s been worried for some time about it."
Kennedy looked Ross in the eye and wondered if he had bothered to tell the president what had caused Mitch to become so insolent. She doubted that Ross had told him about his investigation of Scott Coleman and his company. Scott Coleman, a man who had been the commander of SEAL Team 6 and who had won both the Silver Star and the Navy Cross. A man who after leaving the navy had conducted dozens of black ops, a handful that the president himself had authorized.
Where Rapp was quick to anger, Kennedy was the opposite. She didn"t like any of this. She hated the fact that Ross was meddling in such delicate matters, and it really irked her that he had already begun politicking with the president. In spite of those emotions she remained calm.
She gave Ross a slight nod and said, "I"ll have another talk with him." And with the president, And with the president, she thought to herself. she thought to herself.