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“I know. The pressure is just-”
“Marshfield, I’m going to say this once. I know you’re a smart man and I won’t have to say it more than that. If a president can disappear, think how easy it would be for a vice president to vanish…permanently. Get your shit together. This is the last time I am going to warn you.” Snyder stood and said to Rolander, “Let’s go.”
Fifteen minutes later, with the privacy screen raised and knowing Snyder had his limousine swept continually for bugs, Rolander felt safe to speak. “I’m worried about Marshfield.”
“There’s nothing to worry about,” said Snyder.
“Nothing to worry about? The man’s falling apart.”
“He’ll be fine. Besides, he knows what will happen to him if he tries to unburden his soul. I’ve got a pair of eyes on him at all times.”
“How deep does this thing go?”
“Deep enough to make it work. Right now, Marshfield is the least of our worries. I never should have let you talk me into concocting that plot to set up Harvath.”
“There wasn’t enough time to sit around and think. At the time, it made perfect sense. Killing him would have been too suspicious. Framing him solved a lot of problems in one tidy little package.”
“And then it created a whole hell of a lot more. We should have terminated him in his apartment when we had the chance.”
“Listen, David, there’s no use crying over spilt milk. He’s on the lam, and all that stunt has done is cemented Washington’s belief that he’s guilty.”
“But he knows too much.”
“Not enough. It’s all circumstantial. The rantings of a nut who has suffered severe head trauma. It will never stick.”
“He’s managed to kill two of my best contract agents outside the bank and seriously wound three others between there and the Union Station fiasco. Harvath is not someone I’m going to underestimate again.”
“From what you’ve told me, the two he killed were lucky shots. Your other guys, especially the one that got his arm torn out of its socket, deserved what they got for being stupid. They knew full well what kind of a background Harvath has. To try and take him up close was a mistake. One which I’m sure your people won’t make again.”
“No, they won’t.”
“Fine, now what about that ransom note Marshfield received?”
“What about it?”
“What are we going to do?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? What do you mean, nothing?”
“I mean just that. I’ve already been through this potential scenario with Fawcett. He thought this might happen, especially considering how much money he’s already paid out. It was a natural to expect our Lions to get greedy. His decision was we do nothing.”
“But how can we do that?”
“Simple. If the president doesn’t return alive, then Marshfield remains in the number one position to finish out Rutledge’s term. A couple more well-orchestrated high-profile events while he runs down the clock for the former president and he’s a shoo-in to get reelected. Then he has the potential to serve for two full terms and we’ll own him all the way. It makes a lot of sense, really. We can’t lose.”
“Except, there’s a fly buzzing around that might land in the ointment.”
“Who, Harvath? For Chrissake, Russ. One minute you tell me not to worry about him and the next you’re painting him as the one thing that could bring everything crashing down around us. You think I’m going to let that happen? I already have a lead on him.”
“You do?”
“Surprised? You think being on the Senate Intelligence Committee doesn’t have a couple of advantages? Apparently, Harvath called Lawlor at the FBI yesterday proclaiming his i
“So they didn’t nab him. What’s that got to do with our problem?”
“It has everything to do with our problem. When the FBI questioned people and they said they never saw Harvath there, they were telling the truth.”
“Okay…But I don’t follow you.”
“The FBI made the same mistake with Harvath that we did. They underestimated him. Do you actually think with half of D.C. looking for him he’d be wandering around without some sort of disguise?”
Senator Rolander’s eyebrows arched up.
“It makes sense, doesn’t it?” continued Snyder. “The Ritz is one of the city’s most security conscious hotels. They have cameras everywhere. Based on the timing of the phone call to Lawlor and which bank of phones it came from, it was just a matter of rolling back the videotapes and we had him. We also had an outside camera showing him getting into a cab. The doorman remembered that he spoke English with a German-sounding accent. We got the number of the cab and showed the picture to the driver, who said he took him to Union Station.”
“So he hopped on a train, but where to?” asked Rolander.
“He didn’t hop on any train. He switched cabs at Union Station and probably three or more times before he got to Dulles.”
“Dulles? What airline?”
“Swissair. We got ahold of the airport security tapes and quietly passed his picture around. He traveled under the name of Hans Brauner and flew to Zurich last night.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I saw the video myself. He was still wearing the same disguise from the Ritz.”
“But Switzerland. Jesus, how did he figure out the Switzerland co
“I have no idea. It must have something to do with André Martin and maybe that envelope Harvath was seen taking out of the locker at the train station.”
“I knew this was going to happen. You’re right, we underestimated him. Shit! What are we going to do?”
Rolander was sweating, but Snyder was as calm as ever. “I’ve already set the wheels in motion.”
“What does that mean?”
“I sent a team over to silence Agent Harvath once and for all.”
“But he could be anywhere. How are you going to find him?”
“Quietly, I flagged his passport and put both his name and the pseudonym Hans Brauner on the Swiss watch list. I’ve got someone ma
“If he shows up.”
“Don’t worry, he will.”
“I think we should let our Lion know what’s happening.”
“Why?”
“What if Harvath tracks them down?”
“What if he does? He wouldn’t stand a chance against them.”
“I thought we weren’t going to underestimate Agent Harvath anymore.”
Exasperated at having to spell everything out for his fellow senator, Snyder took a deep breath before drawing the picture. “First of all, the only way I have to get in touch with them is via the post office box. It was set up that way to protect all of us. Secondly, they’re trying to screw us right now by asking for more money. If we tip them off about Harvath, they might figure out a way to use him against us. It’s better that we stay quiet about it. He’ll pop his head up at some point and we’ll be there to nail him. Don’t worry. Besides, even if Harvath did locate the Lions’ den, which I don’t think he has a snowball’s chance in hell of doing, he’s no match for these guys. They’ll rip him apart, and that’s not an underestimation.”
“But what about the president’s finger? Even you’ve got to admit that’s going too far. What if they kill him?”
“If they do, then that’s just the cost of doing business.”