Текст книги "Заговор мечей"
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Janet gazed steadily at Alex. “That’s not possible. Derek and Kyle care about each other. They’re cousins, Derek would never hurt Kyle.”
“And the others? Jake, and C.J., and John —”
“No. John Treville has done nothing but help Kyle. He and his wife are very active in our church, and they’ve been our friends for years. Besides, he just a few months ago gave Kyle that painting the one Rick was admiring the other day.”
Alex looked at Rick. “Painting?”
“Yeah, it was a painting of the Virgin and Jesus. Oil painting, looked pretty old to me.”
Alex turned back to Janet. “John gave Kyle a painting?”
“Yes. It was one that he’d had for many years, but he wanted Kyle to have it. After all, John and Karen have so many beautiful paintings, and Karen said she’d helped John pick out just which one to give to us.”
“And where did John get this painting?”
“He picked it up on one of his European visits. You know, he visits a lot of churches in the former Soviet Union, bringing them bibles. He’s a good man, Alex. He couldn’t have been responsible for the bomb. That’s just absurd.”
Alex sighed. She took a deep breath, knowing that what she was going to say would hurt the woman very badly. It would either make her totally distrust the agents, or doubt what she knew about her husband.
“Janet, listen to me. You know that the police found your car, the one that was stolen, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you know that it had been bombed, right?”
“Yes, but I don’t understand why someone would do that.”
“Did your husband tell you these things, or did a police officer tell you?”
“Kyle did. He always takes care of things like that.” She looked back down at the table. “Or at least he always used to.”
“Well, did Kyle tell you who was in the car when it exploded, and what they had done?”
Janet looked warily at the agent. “No.”
“Janet, the people in the car were George Mather, and Darryl Wilford. We believe that they were the two men that joined the meeting at your house that single time.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Is it? I’d like you to look at a couple of pictures for me, okay?” She slid the pictures of Wilford and Mather across to the woman. “Do you recognize these men, Janet?”
Janet looked at the pictures, and Alex could see the answer in her eyes.
“Janet, these two men are known to be responsible for at least three killings in the last six months.”
“No.”
“One of them was with John Treville in Europe, in the company of gun runners and drug dealers.”
“That’s not true – no no —”
Janet broke down, her sobs filling the small kitchenette. Rick looked out the door to see if her daughter had heard, but the girl was asleep on the couch, curled into a fetal position. Alex slid a box of tissue over to Janet, and waited for her sobs to quiet down.
A wailing from the bedroom broke the tableau. Janet leaped up and left the room, practically running. Alex couldn’t decide whether she was running to her son, or just trying to escape her and Rick.
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Teren stopped in to see Cliff before going to the CIA offices. He waved her into his office, and told her to shut the door.
“How’d everything go out in Colorado? You find anything?”
“Yeah, but not much. I’ve got some information coming in this afternoon, then I’ll catch a plane for Philly. Anything from our other intrepid investigators?”
“Not yet. They made it in, and they were meeting with Harnisch this morning. Then they had an interrogation planned. Alex said she’d call after that.”
“Good. No sign of Brogan, huh?”
“Nope. And I’m kind of worried. I mean, he and White, they’re our only suspects. If somebody takes them out, we’re dead in the water.”
“Have you sent someone to pick up White?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact I gave Tom and Rudy the orders this morning. Their flight should arrive in Birmingham about four o’clock. Hopefully, they’ll have White in custody soon after.”
“Good. Well, unless something different comes up, I’ll be in Philly by tonight.”
“Make sure you keep Alex out of trouble. And don’t shoot David.”
“Right.” She gave him a half-smile, then thought about something she’d spoken to Carl about. “Hey, Cliff, who was the person who put this team together?”
He stared at her. “Deputy Director Bishop. He’s the guy I report to.”
“And he chose the agents to be on it?”
“Most of them. I finally talked him into letting me bring Alex and David onto the team.”
“Okay. Who was it that decided to send Alex and David up to Philly to protect Dabir?”
“Bishop. I wanted to send Mark and Ben along with Ken, but he said he wanted David and Alex in Philly.”
“Didn’t anybody tell him they had no experience in security precautions?”
“Yes, I did.” Cliff frowned and narrowed his eyes. “What are you trying to say, Teren, that Alex and David did a bad job because they didn’t have enough experience?”
“Not at all. From what I’ve heard, I understand they did a great job. They couldn’t know someone would use the ID from a dead CIA operative. I’m just saying, I was surprised someone with a little more experience in that particular area didn’t get sent with them.”
Cliff sighed and leaned back in his chair. “I tried, but Bishop was insistent.”
“Did he give a reason why?”
“Nope. Just said those were the three he wanted up there. My hands were tied.”
Teren nodded. “Well, I better get going. I’ll call before I leave, and make sure where Alex and David are, okay?”
“Gotcha. I’m gonna be here late tonight, as usual.”
“I thought with a position like yours you’d get to go home early all the time, Cliff.”
“Yeah, right. And I bet you believe in the tooth fairy, too.”
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It took several minutes for Janet Brogan to quiet her son, and when he was finally calm, he refused to leave her arms. Every time she tried to sit him down, no matter where, he would begin crying, and reach his arms out to her.
Finally, he settled on her lap in the kitchen, staring at the two FBI agents with wide brown eyes. He clung to his mother, sucking furiously on his pacifier.
Alex got up and refilled Janet’s coffee cup. She allowed the other woman several minutes to compose herself, and then she sat down across from her.
“I’m sorry this is happening to your family, Janet.”
Janet stroked the head of the child in her lap. “I don’t really believe you, you know. About Kyle, I mean, or John. But I’ll tell you everything I know and you’ll find out for yourself you were wrong.”
Alex and Rick exchanged glances.
“What else can you tell us, Janet?”
“Well, Kyle agreed to drive those two men places. Though once or twice there was only one – this one, you called him Darren?”
“Darryl.”
“Right. They drove down to Baltimore. I can’t remember when.”
“Why didn’t they just fly?”
“I don’t know. Something about having a car there and not renting one.”
“Did your husband make a lot of trips with these men?”
“Several. There was Baltimore, New York, Alabama. And on the way back from Alabama they stayed in Atlanta for a few days.”
There was the confirmation, Alex thought. She realized they now had the basic ‘who’ and ‘how’ questions answered. Now they had would have to work on the question of ‘why.’
And they needed Kyle Brogan for that.
“Janet, when Kyle would leave the house, he’d take his cell phone, right?”
“Yes.”
“Is there a possibility he has it with him now?”
“I don’t know. I could give you the number and you could call.”
“Would he answer it?”
“He might, but I’m not sure.” She shifted the boy in her arms. “I suppose I could try our signal.”
“Signal?”
“Yeah. Once in a while he wouldn’t want to answer the phone, because he was in a meeting, or he was really busy. So, we devised a signal months ago so that I could call, and he would know it was me and I needed him to answer.”
“And how did the signal work?”
“It was pretty simple, really. I’d call, and hang up after the first ring, count to ten, and call back. It never failed.”
Alex reached across and touched Janet’s arm. “Will you call him for us? It’s really important that we find him, Janet, before whoever blew up your house finds him instead.”
Janet glanced down at the little boy in her arms, then back up at Rick, and Alex. She nodded, and said in a quiet voice, “I’ll call him.”
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The area that Teren was about to enter was in the very heart of the CIA underground complex. It was actually three floors underground, and was called B3. The security from B2 to B4 was incredibly tight. Depending on which floor you were going to, you had to submit to different kinds of searches. The second floor, B2, required a simple wanding of the operative’s body, since one was not allowed to bring metal of any kind onto the floor. Any and all pens, pencils, or other office supply items were already inside the area, and the operatives could take full use of them. This precaution was taken because of the sensitive nature of the computers in the room, and the rule that in the basement floors, only security guards could carry their weapons.
The floor known as B3 was also a computer floor, but half of it was broken down into small glass cubicles, inside which was a computer terminal, a printer, and a chair. This floor required not only a search for metal, but also a general search of the body by touch. The glass cubicles were called lock boxes, because they remained locked until an operative needed to use them, and then the operative was locked inside the box for the duration of their visit. The glass was clear, so the monitors of the room could see the operative, but the computer screens were hooded, so only the operative could see the information being displayed. Entry to these cubicles, or lock boxes, was cleared through the monitor at the desk, who would authorize an agent to use a cubicle for information retrieval. After clearance had been given, the operative was escorted to the assigned cubicle, wanded once more, and then allowed to enter. The door was locked behind them.
The fourth floor underground was the most sensitive and required not only clearance of the director, but a full body search, after which the individual had to go through a decontamination procedure, since the floor designated B4 was a clean room. Teren had never been to the fourth floor.
It was just after one o’clock when she presented herself at the cubicle control desk. She was pleased to find that Carl had come through, and she was escorted to her assigned box. The guard escorting her recited the rules.
“There will be no communication between you and anyone outside the room. You will not reach into your pockets at anytime, not even for so much as a breath mint. When you have finished you may ring the buzzer, and I will escort you back to the desk. Once you leave the cubicle you must get a re-authorization to re-enter, so be certain you’re finished before you ring. You know, of course, that anything you print out will be checked by the control desk. If they think it’s of a sensitive nature, it won’t leave the floor.”
Teren nodded her understanding, and entered the room. She waited until she heard the lock behind her engage before she sat at the desk.
Carl, it seemed, had come through again. Using her personal access code, she retreived the file of information that he had sent. It was a long and detailed file of the Swiss account she had asked about.
She had been wrong. The account was new, opened only three years ago, by Martin Richmond and John Treville. The initial deposit had been over five and a half million dollars. There was close to three million in the account now. The transaction list for the last six months included several large transactions to those accounts belonging to George Mather in the name of Perry Watson. There was also a transfer to an account for Derek White. Other payments were made to two different accounts in China, as well as payments to a Lithuanian bank. Deposits into the account came from Germany, and Switzerland. It seemed Richmond and Treville were doing business in several different countries.
The accounts in China belonged to two different companies that were known to front for the Chinese Triads, the gangs that were responsible for a large amount of the opium trade in the east. The ownership of one of these accounts had been passed on after the death of the principle signer, six months ago. Carl noted that the death occurred in a small town on the Lithuanian border. Teren realized it was the drug leader she and Perry had taken out.
Switching over from message retrieval to message inquiry, Teren brought up the banking system for Lithuania. The security for this system was extremely weak, and it took her only a moment to work her way through the layers and into their file system. She called up the number from Carl’s message and found that the account in question belonged to Anatol Radinkov. Teren remembered him well from their meeting six months ago.
The account in Germany was a little harder to work her way into. She finally received access and found the name Jurgen von Odbert. She saved the information to her private account, and left the inquiry system.
At the end of information he’d sent, Carl had added a notation. He told her the money to originally open Treville and Richmond’s account had been transferred from another Swiss bank. Unfortunately, due to the date it was opened, the information on the original owner was not computerized. He could get no further information on it. If she wanted to know more, however, there was a person in the employ of the bank’s records department that owed him a favor. But she’d have to go see him in person.
Teren hit the print button, and leaned back to wait. She thought about Carl’s last statement. A trip to Switzerland. Wonderful.
She wondered if Alex and David would want to go with her.
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Alex and David were going back to their hotel. Their day had been frustrating, and all Alex wanted was dinner, a shower, and a bed.
She and Rick had spent a couple of hours with Janet Brogan, and waited with her for her husband to answer the phone. He never did. Janet had been pale, but had said that he must not have taken his phone with him. Alex gave her a weak smile and nodded.
She didn’t want to think about the other possibility.
David had joined Ken in calling all the morgues and hospitals. No one answering Brogan’s description had shown up in any of them. They also checked the jails, wondering if he’d been booked under a different name. They had no luck there, and no luck with any contacts on the streets. No one had seen Brogan.
The search of the hotels near the strip proved a little better. Someone matching his photo had been in one, but had checked out very early. He’d paid cash, and had stayed only until just after sunrise. Then he left in his car. The witness said the car had plates, but he couldn’t see the numbers.
There was nothing else, except to make the circuit again. The job had been passed on to two junior agents, and Dave joined Alex at the hotel, while Ken headed to the forensics lab to see if he could help trace the bomb components.
Rick Price had remained with Janet Brogan and her family. Every so often they would try again to call Kyle Brogan. Alex was glad Janet wasn’t giving up hope, but had very little herself.
Dinner was in the hotel restaurant, and was very quiet. Neither of them really wanted to talk, being tired and frustrated and short-tempered. David was trying not to grouse about spending more time away from his wife and daughter. He hoped that Cliff had been serious about that vacation time, or he just might have to go AWOL to save his marriage. When he’d called Miri to tell her that he was heading to Philadelphia instead of going home, she’d been very silent and hadn’t said much. He asked her if she’d still be at the airport, and she said he should call her when he arrived – she didn’t want to be left waiting for a flight that he wasn’t on.
Alex was wondering where Teren was, and what she was doing. She hoped the CIA agent had gotten what she needed and was on her way. She had to admit she missed the darker woman’s smile and the way the blue in her eyes became more intense when she was concentrating on something. Besides, she thought, and Alex had to smile at this, even though she could see the danger in Teren, a big part of her felt safer when the assassin was around.
“Well, that’s it, I’m done. I don’t think I can keep my eyes open much longer. I’m turning in, Alex. You staying here?”
“Nope, I’m right behind you. You want to sign for the check, and I’ll get breakfast?”
“Oh, yeah, take the cheaper meal.”
“Da-vid.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot. The way you eat, every meal is expensive.”
Alex gave him a light punch on the arm, then took the check from him.
“Just for that, I’ll sign, and you can get breakfast.”
“Great. I don’t think I’m awake enough to remember my name, much less sign it.”
He watched as Alex signed the bill with a flourish.
“That’s okay, Dave, I remember your name, and how to sign it.”
“Good.” They were halfway out of the restaurant when he realized what she’d said. He stopped and looked at her. “Alex, did you just sign my name to the bill?”
She turned on him with a sleepy grin. “Would I do that?”
Alex was leaning against the wall in the shower when she realized she had fallen asleep.
She opened her eyes with a jerk, blinking a little in the steam. She hadn’t meant to be long in the shower but the combination of hot water, humid air, and a cool tile wall had dulled her senses, and she had slipped easily into that hazy state between sleep and waking, when one doesn’t know which is which.
She turned off the shower, and climbed out of the tub, only to realize the phone was ringing. Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, she wrapped a towel around herself and grabbed the phone from the desk.
“Alex Reis.”
“Alex, Rick. Brogan just called me.”
“What?”
“I spoke to Brogan. He wants to talk, but he’s scared. He thinks someone’s after him, and he’s on the run.”
“Okay, hang on just a moment, Rick.”
Alex returned to the bathroom, grabbing the bucket full of ice on her way. She turned on the water for the sink, pulling the handle for the stopper. When the sink was half way filled she turned the water off, and poured the melting ice cubes into the sink. Then she took a deep breath, and stuck her head into the sink.
Water flew everywhere as she pulled her head back out, shaking it.
“Shit, that’s cold.” She grabbed a fresh towel and wiped her face. “But at least I’m a little more awake.”
She returned to the room and picked up the phone. “Okay, Rick, once more, slowly.”
“I had left Janet and her kids, and headed back up to my office. My office phone rang. It was Brogan, and he said he wanted to meet with me. He said he was grateful that we’d taken care of his family, and he was willing to talk, if we guarantee him immunity. But he thinks his life’s in danger if he comes to us, so he wants us to come to him.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I said I’d have to clear it, but we could probably make a deal of some kind. He said either there’s a deal in place or he doesn’t say a word.”
Alex took a breath. “Alright. Where does he want to meet?”
“He didn’t say, but he wants to do it tonight. He said he’d call me at seven and tell me where and when.”
Alex looked at her watch, seeing that it was just after five. “Damn, that doesn’t give us much time. Am I the first one to know about this?”
“Well, I ducked into Harnisch’s office and let him know. He’s calling Ken, and I’m calling you.”
“Good. When you hang up, call David. I’m going to call Cliff. I don’t know if it’s too late or not, but maybe he can get someone over at Justice to call Janet Reno, or whoever they need to. Without clearance, we can’t deal with him.”
“Think we should try to do this tonight, or tell him to wait until morning?”
“Do you think he could last until morning?”
Rick was silent, then Alex heard him take a deep breath. “No. I think by morning he’ll be either too fried to tell us anything, or they’ll have found him. He’s not thinking clearly right now.”
“Right. So, wake up David. I’ll call Washington. Do you want us to come to the office, or shall we get everyone over here to get this planned out?”
“Well, he’s calling my office line, so I think it should be here.”
“Got it. David and I will be there as soon as we can.”
“Great. See you soon, Alex.”
Alex hung up the phone and reached for the cellular on top of her briefcase. “Hey, Cliff, have I got a surprise for you.”
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Teren was driving to the airport when her cell phone rang. She flipped it open.
“Mylos.”
“Teren, it’s Cliff Jackson. I just heard from Alex. Brogan contacted them and wants to meet. Tonight.”
“That’s great.”
“Yeah. But I don’t like the timing. When can you get there?”
“Well, my flight’s scheduled in a little before nine. Any idea what time the meet is?”
“Not yet. Brogan’s supposed to call back. Shall I tell her to try to make it after ten o’clock?”
“That would give me enough time, I think, especially if someone meets me at the airport and tells me where it is.”
“Good. I’ll make sure someone’s there. Maybe I can even arrange a police escort.”
“That would be good. As long as they let me drive.”
“Yeah, right.” He chuckled, then cleared his throat. “Okay, so I’ll let Alex know you’re on your way. Any message for her?”
“Tell her to hang tight and keep her head.”
“Got it.” He paused. “Safe flight, Teren.”
“See you soon, Cliff.”
Teren hung up, and set the phone aside. She kept her hands steady on the steering wheel, and forced herself not to speed. It didn’t matter if she got to the airport ten minutes sooner. That would only mean she’d have to wait an extra ten minutes in the terminal. And she hated waiting.
Thinking about her blond friend, she sent out good thoughts.
“Hang on, Alex. Just wait ‘til I get there.”
Chapter Nineteen
The site for the meeting was in a parking lot just off the campus of Temple University. It was a small park-like area sandwiched in between three walls of the Temple Fine Arts Center. The best part was that there were no windows in any of these walls, and the roofs were sculptured, rather than flat. There was no chance of a sniper strafing them from above.
There were also only two ways into the area. One was a bicycle path that led through an opening in one of the surrounding walls. This path was just barely wide enough for a car to fit through. It was decided that a police car would be placed just on the other side of the openings, out of sight, but not out of reach in the case of an emergency. In the car, would be two members of the Philadelphia PD.
The other access to the small park was the road that led into the parking lot beside the lawn. This would be covered by two other FBI agents from the Philadelphia office. As soon as Brogan had entered the parking lot, these two agents would roll their car across the entrance, blocking access by all other cars. There would be two cars already in the parking lot when Brogan arrived. David and Alex would be in one, and Rick and Ken would be in the other. Ken and Rick’s car, parked farthest from the entrance, would have a two-way radio, so they could stay in contact with Lieutenant Wister.
Philadelphia Director Harnisch assigned the two agents who would guard the entrance. Rick Price called Lieutenant Wister, with whom he still had a good working relationship. Wister said he would clear it with Davies, and be in the car on the bike path. That made a total of eight people to protect, and possibly arrest, one man. It really was a simple plan.
Only, simple plans have a way of becoming complicated, Alex thought.
The only thing she absolutely didn’t like was the timing. Brogan wanted it to be that night, because he thought he might be spotted. He said he’d be in the parking lot at ten. The area was well lit, and by that time there would be few, if any pedestrians, since the Fine Arts building closed at nine o’clock. By eight-thirty, the plans were completly set, and Alex was calling Cliff with the final plan.After that, all anybody could do was wait.
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Teren finally got off the plane at quarter after nine. She turned her cell phone on to find it ringing in her hand.
“Mylos.”
“Teren, it’s Cliff. Listen to me, something’s wrong.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I made two phone calls, one to get you a police escort, and one to Jeff Harnisch, who’s the director down there. I just found out that someone from here called the police and told them not to send anyone to pick you up. Whoever it was used my name. Also, my superior called Harnisch and told him he was not to cooperate with the CIA in any way. That means you.”
“So, there’s no escort? And I’m persona non grata?”
“That’s right.”
Teren nodded, even though she knew Cliff couldn’t see her. “What time is this meeting, Cliff, and where?”
“Ten. Outside the Fine Arts building at Temple University.”
“Got it. Tell me, Cliff, are you following the orders of your superior?”
There was a pause at the other end. “Officially, yes. Unofficially, absolutely not.”
“Well, I was never official anyway. You find out what’s up from your end, and I’ll find out what’s going on down here, alright?”
“Great. Be careful.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Teren flipped her phone closed and walked out the doors onto the sidewalk.
She took a moment to open the lockbox holding her weapon, which she slid into her shoulder holster. Then she located the person she needed. It was a police officer, standing and talking to a group of cabbies. Looked like he was giving one of them a ticket. By the time he was finished and headed back to his car, Teren was by the door. She held up her ID badge.
“Excuse me, officer, but as a federal agent on a case in need of a fast ride somewhere, I’m commandeering your vehicle.” She snapped the slim wallet closed, and opened the driver’s door. “I’m driving. If you wish to come with, I suggest you get in on the passenger side, because I’m leaving. Now.”
She climbed into the car, with him protesting. Without another word she slammed the door and turned the key, smiling at the reaction of the officer as he ran around to the other side of the car.
“Rookie.”
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Rick Price and Ken Thomas were in Price’s car, while Alex and David waited in a loaner from Jeff Harnisch. Alex kept drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, until David finally lost it.
“Alex, stop it.”
“Sorry. I’m just tense.”
“No kidding. Relax, Reis. This isn’t the first time we’ve had to take someone in like this.”
“I know. But something about this doesn’t smell right. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t like it.” She stopped for a moment, staring out the windshield. “I almost wish Teren was here.”
“You’re kidding. I know you like her, but …”
“David, she’s handled stuff like this. She’s always very cool, and nothing gets her upset.”
“Except me.” He grinned at his partner, relieved to see her crack a smile. “You’re wound tight, and so is everyone else. We don’t need the spook making everyone extra nervous.”
“You’re just upset with her cause she got the drop on you that night.”
“Yeah, right.” He was quiet, then he nodded. “I wish she was here, too.”
They were sharing a grin when Alex suddenly sat up straighter. “There he is.”
A small black car was turning into the parking lot. As the agents watched, it pulled into the space between the two FBI vehicles. Alex waited until the car’s engine had been shut off, then she opened her door.
Kyle Brogan climbed out of the small hatchback, looking around nervously. He saw Price, and nodded to him.
“Thanks for meeting me, Rick.” His voice was shaky, and Alex could see the circles under his eyes. He was wearing a polo shirt that looked like it had been slept in.
“Everything’s okay, Kyle. Your wife and kids are fine.”
“Yeah? Did you get them out of the city?”
“Not yet, but they’re under heavy guard at a safe location. Janet’s fine. But she’s worried about you.”
“Right. So am I.”
Alex came around to Brogan’s side of the car.
“Kyle, this is Agent Alex Reis, from the Washington office. Alex, this is Kyle Brogan.”
Alex nodded at him and offered her hand. Brogan ignored it.
“Got a deal for me, Reis?”
“We’re working on it. Mr. Brogan, do you know who would want to hurt you or your family?”
He turned and looked at her. “I thought you were the researcher, you knew all about Klan and other groups like that.”
“Are you saying the Klan wants to kill you? That’s hard to believe, seeing as how their leader is your cousin.”
“You think family matters now? No way. To shut me up, they’ll do anything.” He looked back at Price. “You gotta promise me you’ll protect my wife.”
“We will. Don’t worry.” Rick glanced over at Alex, and saw the slight nod of her head. “Kyle, you said you could tell us about what’s been going on.”
“That’s right, right after you tell me we’ve got a deal.”
“Mr. Brogan, we can’t make any deals until we hear back from the Justice Department in the morning.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? The deal is this, Reis: I don’t get prosecuted, I don’t go to jail, and you shits protect me and my family from those sick fucks.”
“Who, John Treville and Derek White?” Alex asked.
“Treville, yes. Derek? Fuck no. That shit head couldn’t dig his head out of his own ass with both hands and a shovel.”
“Then who else are you talking about?”
“Richmond. That smartass, smug, rich son-of-a-bitch. He tells us that he and his friends have this plan, see. Kill a few commie bleeding hearts. Blame it on some far out really bad guys. Maybe find a stupid skinhead to take the blame.”
“Why?” It was the question that they all wanted answered.
“Why not? It helps two ways, John said. It gets rid of these faggots, and if we play it right we can put the blame on someone so far out there that it’ll make someone like Mallory seem middle of the road.”
“John Treville?”
“Yeah. Treville, Richmond, Derek, Jacob, and C.J. from Washington. Those guys were behind the killings.”
