Curiosity overtook him. He stopped on the staircase and answered the call.
"Admiral Ramsey, this is Isabel Oberhauser."
He was rarely surprised, but the p.r.o.nouncement genuinely startled him. He caught the aged, gravelly voice, the English tinged with a German accent.
"You"re quite resourceful, Frau Oberhauser. For some time now, you"ve tried to obtain information from the navy, and now you managed a direct call to me."
"It wasn"t all that difficult. Colonel Wilkerson gave me the number. With a loaded weapon pointed at his skull, he was most cooperative."
His trouble had just multiplied.
"He told me a great many things, Admiral. He so wanted to live and he thought that by answering my questions he might have the chance. Alas, it was not to be."
"He"s dead?"
"I saved you the trouble."
He wasn"t about to admit anything. "What do you want?"
"Actually, I called to offer you something. But before I do, might I ask a question?"
He climbed the stairs and sat on the edge of his bed. "Go ahead."
"Why did my husband die?"
He caught a momentary flicker of emotion in her otherwise frigid tone and instantly realized this woman"s weakness. He decided truth would be best. "He volunteered to go on a dangerous mission. One his father had also taken long before. But something happened to the submarine."
"You speak the obvious and haven"t answered the question."
"We have no idea how the sub sank, only that it did."
"Did you find it?"
"It never returned to port."
"Again, not an answer."
"It"s irrelevant whether it was found or not. The crew is still dead." "It matters to me, Admiral. I would have preferred to bury my husband. He deserved to be laid to rest with his ancestors."
Now he had a question. "Why did you kill Wilkerson?"
"He was nothing but an opportunist. He wanted to live off this family"s fortune. I shall not have that. Also, he was your spy."
"You seem a dangerous woman."
"Wilkerson said the same thing. He told me that you wanted him dead. That you lied to him. Used him. He was a weak man, Admiral. But he did tell me what you said to my daughter. How did you put it? You can"t imagine. You can"t imagine. That"s what you said when she asked if there was anything to find in Antarctica. So answer my question. Why did my husband die?" That"s what you said when she asked if there was anything to find in Antarctica. So answer my question. Why did my husband die?"
This woman thought she possessed the upper hand, calling him in the middle of the night, informing him that his station chief was dead. Bold, he"d give her that. But she was operating at a disadvantage since he knew far more than she did.
"Before your husband was approached about the voyage to Antarctica, both he and his father were thoroughly vetted. What spurred our interest was the n.a.z.is" obsession with their research. Oh, yes, they found things down there in 1938-you know that. Unfortunately the n.a.z.is were too single-minded to realize what they had found. They silenced your father-in-law. When he finally could speak, after the war, n.o.body was listening. And your husband failed to learn what his father had. So it all languished-until, of course, we came along."
"And what did you learn?"
He chuckled. "Now, what fun would it be to tell you that?"
"As I said, I called to offer you something. You sent a man to kill Cotton Malone and my daughter Dorothea. He invaded my home but underestimated our defenses. He died. I do not want my daughter harmed, as Dorothea is no threat to you. But Cotton Malone apparently is, since he is now privy to the navy"s findings about the sinking of that submarine. Am I wrong?"
"I"m listening."
"I know precisely where he is and you do not."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because a few hours ago, in Aachen, Malone killed two men who had come to kill him. Men you also sent."
New information, as he"d yet to receive any reports from Germany. "Your information network is good."
"Ja. Do you want to know where Malone is?" Do you want to know where Malone is?"
He was curious. "What game are you playing?"
"I simply want you out of our family business. You don"t want us in your business, so let"s separate ourselves."
He sensed, just as Aatos Kane had with him, that this woman could be an ally, so he decided to offer her something. "I was there, Frau Oberhauser. In Antarctica. Just after the sub was lost. I dove in the water. I saw things."
"Things we can"t imagine?"
"Things that have never left my mind."
"Yet you keep them secret."
"That"s my job."
"I want to know that secret. Before I die, I want to know why my husband never came back."
"Perhaps I can help you with that."
"In return for knowing where Cotton Malone is right now?"
"No promises, but I"m your best bet."
"Which is why I called."
"So tell me what I want to know," he said.
"Malone is headed for France, the village of Ossau. He should be there in four hours. More than enough time for you to have men waiting."
FIFTY-ONE.
CHARLOTTE, 3:15 AM.
STEPHANIE STOOD OUTSIDE H HERBERT R ROWLAND"S HOSPITAL ROOM, Edwin Davis beside her. Rowland had been rushed to the emergency room barely clinging to life, but the doctors had managed to stabilize his condition. She was still furious with Davis.
"I"m calling my people," she told him.
"I"ve already contacted the White House."
He"d disappeared half an hour ago, and she"d wondered what he"d been doing.
"And what does the president say?"
"He"s asleep. But the Secret Service is on the way."
"About time you start thinking."
"I wanted that son of a b.i.t.c.h."
"You"re lucky he didn"t kill you."
"We"re going to get him."
"How? Thanks to you he"s long gone. We could have panicked him, trapped him in the house at least until the cops arrived. But no. You had to throw a chair through the window."
"Stephanie, I did what I had to do."
"You"re out of control, Edwin. You wanted my help and I gave it to you. If you want to end up dead, fine, do it, but I"m not going to be there to watch."
"If I didn"t know better, I"d think you actually care."
Charm wasn"t going to work. "Edwin, you were right, there"s somebody out there killing people. But this ain"t the way, my friend. Not at all. Not even close."
Davis" cell phone chimed. He checked the display. "The president." He clicked on the unit. "Yes, sir."
She watched as Davis listened, then he handed the phone to her and said, "He wants to talk to you."
She grabbed the phone and said, "Your aide is nuts."
"Tell me what happened."
She gave him a quick recount.
After she finished Daniels said, "You"re right-I need you to take control there. Edwin"s too emotional. I know about Millicent. It"s one reason I agreed to this whole thing. Ramsey did kill her, no doubt in my mind. I also believe he killed Admiral Sylvian and Commander Alexander. Proving that, of course, is an entirely different matter."
"We may be at a dead end," she said.
"We"ve been there before. Let"s find a way to keep going."
"Why do I always seem to get in the middle of these things?"
Daniels chuckled. "It"s a talent of yours. So that you"ll know, I"ve been informed that two corpses were found in the cathedral at Aachen a few hours ago. The interior had been marred by gunfire. One of the men was shot, the other fell to his death. Both were contract help routinely used by our intelligence agencies. The Germans lodged an official inquiry with us for more information. The tidbit was included in my morning briefing packet. Might there be a connection here?"
She decided not to lie. "Malone is in Aachen."
"Why did I know you were going to say that."
"Something"s happening there, and Cotton thinks it relates to what"s happening here."
"He"s probably right. I need you to stay on this, Stephanie."
She stared at Edwin Davis, who stood a few feet away, propped up by the papered wall.
The door to Herbert Rowland"s room opened and a man clad in olive scrubs said, "He"s awake and wants to speak with you."
"I have to go," she said to Daniels.
"Take care of my boy."MALONE MANEUVERED THE RENTAL CAR UP THE INCLINED ROAD. Snow framed the rocky countryside on both sides of the asphalt, but the local authorities had done a great job of clearing the highway. He was deep into the Pyrenees, on the French side, near the Spanish border, heading for the village of Ossau.
He"d taken an early-morning train from Aachen to Toulouse then driven southwest into snowy highlands. When he"d Googled brightness of G.o.d einhard last night he"d immediately learned that the phrase referred to an eighth-century monastery located in the French mountains. The Romans who first came to the area built a vast city, a metropolis of the Pyrenees, which eventually became a center of culture and commerce. But in the fratricidal wars of the Frankish kings, during the sixth century, the city was sacked, burned, and destroyed. Not one inhabitant had been spared. No stone had been left resting upon another. Only a single rock stood amid naked fields, creating, as one chronicler of the time wrote, "a solitude of silence." One that lasted until Charlemagne arrived two hundred years later and ordered the construction of a monastery, which included a church, a chapter house, a cloister, and a village nearby. Einhard himself supervised the construction, recruiting the first bishop, Bertrand, who became famous for both his piety and civil administration. Bertrand died in 820 at the foot of the altar and was buried beneath what he"d named the Church of St. Lestelle.
The drive from Toulouse had taken him through a host of picturesque mountain villages. He"d visited the region several times, most recently last summer. Little differed among the countless locations save for names and dates. In Ossau a ragged line of houses straggled up winding streets, each faced with coa.r.s.e stone and embellished with ornaments, coats of arms, and corbels. Only the peaks of the tiled roofs exposed a confusion of angles, like bricks tossed into the snow. Chimneys exhaled into the cold midday air. About a thousand people lived here and four inns accommodated visitors.
He motored into the center of town and parked. A narrow lane led back to an open square. People in warm clothes, with unreadable eyes, darted in and out of the shops. His watch read 9:40 AM. AM.
He stared past the rooftops toward a clear morning sky, following the side of an escarpment upward to where a square tower rose from a rocky spur. Sc.r.a.ps of other towers on either side seemed to cling to it.
The ruins of St. Lestelle.STEPHANIE STOOD BESIDE H HERBERT R ROWLAND"S HOSPITAL BED, AND devis opposite her. Rowland was groggy but awake. devis opposite her. Rowland was groggy but awake.
"You saved my life?" Rowland asked in a voice not much more than a whisper.
"Mr. Rowland," Davis said. "We"re with the government. We don"t have much time. We need to ask you a few things."
"You saved my life?"
She threw Davis a glance that said, Let me do this. Let me do this. "Mr. Rowland, a man came to kill you tonight. We"re not sure how, but he sent you into a diabetic coma. Luckily we were there. Do you feel up to answering questions?" "Mr. Rowland, a man came to kill you tonight. We"re not sure how, but he sent you into a diabetic coma. Luckily we were there. Do you feel up to answering questions?"
"Why would he want me dead?"
"You remember the Holden Holden and Antarctica?" and Antarctica?"
She watched as he seemed to search his memory.