Stone Cold

CHAPTER 57

AFTER ANNABELLE AND PADDY HAD LEFT, Stone put Caleb in a taxi with some old clothes of his and gave the driver the address of a hotel nearby.

“Oliver, why can’t I stay here?” Caleb said, obviously frightened.

“That would not be smart. I’ll call you later.”

It was only when the cab had driven away and he was finally alone that Stone started thinking about what he’d done to A

“I abandoned her,” he said. “After I promised to help. After I told her to stay.” Yet what could he do? And anyway, she’d probably be on a flight within a few hours, on her way to that South Pacific island. She’d be safe there.

But what if she didn’t run? What if she stubbornly decided to go after Bagger anyway? With no support? She’d said she needed the cavalry. Could he still deliver that to her?

The next instant the phone rang. It was Reuben. He said, “Nothing from my contacts at DIA, Oliver. They didn’t know about the cemetery thing. But Milton did find something on the Net. Here, I’ll put him on.”

Milton’s voice came over the phone. “It wasn’t much, Oliver, but there was breaking news about a grave being dug up at Arlington. No one from the government would comment.”

“Did it mention the name on the grave marker?”

“Someone named John Carr,” Milton said. “Is that a problem?”

Stone didn’t bother to answer. He clicked off.

After all these years John Carr had suddenly come back to life. Ironically, Stone had never felt more dead than he did right now.

Why now? What had happened? The truth struck him as he slowly walked back through the cemetery gates and sat down on his front porch.

He’d been set up.

If John Carr was no longer dead, then the person killing old members of Triple Six would now add him back onto his list of targets.

I’m bait, Stone said to himself. They’re going to use me to flush the killer. And if he murders me before they catch him, who cares. And even if I do manage to survive? It won’t be for very long. All John Carr would be now was an embarrassment to the government. His own country would have many reasons to want him dead and not a single one that Stone could think of to keep him alive. It was absolutely brilliant in its simplicity. His death warrant had been signed.

And there was only one man who would’ve been capable of thinking it all up, Stone knew.

Carter Gray! He is alive.

He packed a small bag, locked up the cottage and fled through the woods behind the cemetery.

Harry Fi

“Harry?”

He looked up into the face of one of his team members. They had been discussing the Capitol building project over lunch at their office.

“Did you get a chance to review the ventilation plans?” the woman asked.

He nodded. They’d gotten the documentation through an ingenious tactical combination that involved breaking into the van of the architect hired to work on the Capitol Visitor Center. From that they copied necessary information and then used that to phone freak their way to many details of the new construction.

“The plans indicated that it will hook into the Capitol building, but I need to confirm that. We’re going tonight, in fact, to do it. And it should be accessible from the delivery tu

“All done.” The man laid out the details to Fi

Fi

The meeting adjourned and he went to his office and worked for the rest of the day. Later, he changed into a Capitol police uniform, doctored his badge and headed to D.C. that night, where he met up with a buddy, similarly dressed. There were sixteen hundred officers on the Capitol police force to guard roughly one square mile of land. It was a ratio any other city would have killed for. Congress liked to feel safe, and it did control the purse strings.

And yet all that money had not made the folks much safer, thought Fi

They made their way to the construction site of the visitor center and went in, pretending to make rounds. Work here went on 24/7, so he and his buddy jawed with some of the construction workers and then moved along. They passed a fellow officer, whom they exchanged both pleasantries and gripes with. Fi

“Housing is cheaper here,” Fi

“You’re lucky,” said the other cop. “I was a postal cop down in Arkansas before I moved here about five years ago. I’m still living in a three-bedroom apartment in Manassas that I can barely afford, and I’ve got four kids.”

Fi

It was right where the plans indicated it would be. Ready access from the tu

“Like we thought, Harry, goes right into the Capitol.” The man gave Fi

They slipped back outside, walked away from the Capitol and turned down a street toward the Hart Senate Building. His partner went to the right and Fi

He couldn’t wait.

He reached his car and drove off. Turning on the radio to the local news station, he heard the a

“John Carr,” the radio said. “That’s the name of the soldier whose grave was dug up.”

“John Carr,” Fi