Stone Cold

Simpson jerked straight up. “You think Carr killed them?”

“And tried to kill me. He must’ve thought, understandably, that I had something to do with his family’s death.”

“But why would he wait all this time to do it?”

“There, I can only speculate. But he must be considered a suspect.”

“If he’s still alive.”

“Men like Carr are awfully difficult to kill, as you must surely admit now. A team of Triple Sixes couldn’t get the job done.”

“But I don’t understand, how does this tie into Solomon?”

“It may not. Carr may be operating alone and using the Solomon angle as a cover. That’s for us to find out. But if Carr is working with someone co

“And you’ll get whoever’s doing this?”

“Yes, hopefully before he gets you. Since you are most assuredly on the hit list-and quite the easy target actually.”

“That’s not fu

“I didn’t mean it as a joke. Three men who were far more skilled and far more deeply buried than you are dead. Practically speaking, you’re a much softer target.”

“I’m getting out of the country for a while, starting tomorrow morning,” Simpson snapped. “I’m not going to wait around here to be murdered by some psychopath.”

“I’m sure the American taxpayers will understand your shirking your duties in the Congress.”

“I don’t like your tone, Carter.”

In response Gray picked up his Medal of Freedom off the table next to his chair and held it up. “They gave me a lump of metal in return for nearly forty years of service to my country. I was surprised to get it, actually. After all, I had resigned my post as director of National Intelligence, leaving the administration in the lurch.”

“I often wondered why you did that.”

“You can keep wondering, Roger. That bit of intelligence is mine alone.”

Simpson gazed contemptuously around the bunker’s interior. “Feels a bit like a rat in a hole down here.”

“A person that can kill three former Triple Sixes and nearly me as well is not someone to underestimate. I’ll take being in my cozy bunker, for now.”

“Wonderful, while I’m exposed on the surface,” Simpson said angrily.

“Don’t worry, Roger, I understand that they award the Freedom Medal posthumously.”

CHAPTER 49

HARRY FINN HAD WORKED HARD the next day and, that night, visited an apartment complex in Arlington. The parking spaces were all numbered so it was simple for him to locate the right one. He pulled his van into an empty space, walked over to the jet black Lincoln Navigator and pressed a device against the left rear fender. The blinking red alarm light on the SUV’s dashboard instantly died. Fi

He put the cylinder back, relocked the door, pressed his device against the fender and the alarm system came back to life. There was no sign he’d ever been there. If only the public knew what was out there to rip them off. Yet better they remain oblivious in the belief that they were actually secure.

On the way home Fi

Stone, A

“So how’s Jerry?” A

Mike said, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I doubt we’re going to the hotel where he’s staying,” Stone said. “A little too public.”

To this Mike said nothing.

An anguished Caleb had his face pressed to the window and seemed focused on not passing out.

“I guess a bribe wouldn’t do any good, would it?” A

Caleb wrenched his face away from the window. “Are you aware that you could go to prison for this!”

Mike pointed his pistol at Caleb’s head. “Shut the hell up!”

The van swerved to the side as another vehicle suddenly cut it off. As the driver fought the wheel, Mike took his gaze off Stone for only an instant, but that was enough.

“What the-” Mike began before he slumped hard against the door. His gun clattered to the floorboard. Stone snagged the weapon and leveled it at his head.

Mike’s left side was in spasms after Stone had pressed his finger against a spot near the man’s rib cage. “Come on, old man, give me the pistol before you hurt yourself,” Mike said, grimacing in pain.

Stone cranked off a round, blowing away a tip of Mike’s ear before the bullet shattered the window. Then he pointed the gun at the driver’s head. “Pull it over now, before I put the next one in your brain.”

The van jerked to a stop on the dirt shoulder.

Stone stared at the stu

“Who the hell are you?” Mike cried out.

“Just hope you never really find out.”

They bound Mike and the driver using straps and rope they found in the van, and then laid them in a ditch next to the road. They searched them for ID but found none.

Stone climbed in the driver’s seat and the three drove off.

A

He turned to her, his face a delicate shade of rage. “I’m fine. Why shouldn’t I be? In less than an hour’s time I’ve had my home broken into, been kidnapped and then nearly killed. And now this Bagger monster knows that I lied to him. And he also knows where I live and where I work. Oh joy, joy for me.”

“Well, we’re not dead, that’s something,” Stone pointed out.

“Not dead yet!” Caleb shot back.

Stone handed Caleb his phone. “Call Alex Ford at home. His number’s on my speed dial. Tell him what happened and where he can pick up Bagger’s men.” He looked at A

Caleb made the call and they continued on down the road. When they passed a curve a truck shot out from a side road and blocked their way. Stone tried to swerve around it but A

It was indeed Paddy Conroy driving and Reuben in the passenger seat. Paddy pulled the truck up next to the van and rolled his window down.

A

Reuben said, “Got to thinking after you two left that Bagger had visited Caleb at work and maybe he had his guys follow him home. So me and Paddy decided to play a little backup.”

Paddy added, “We drove to your friend’s place in time to see them come out with you. From what Reuben told me, you”-he pointed at Stone-“just needed a bit of a distraction to take over the situation. And I guess he was right, as it turns out.” He glanced over at A