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“You don’t strike me as the caring type anyway.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Do you care about the truth? About justice? Are you open to the idea that maybe your cocksure American attitude has blinded your judgment? Do you think it’s possible that maybe I’m not the man you’re looking for?”
Rapp gri
“I would like to speak to a lawyer.”
“Lawyer,” Rapp laughed. “That’s a good one. Did I forget to show you my badge?” Rapp patted his pockets. “Oh that’s right. I forgot. I don’t carry one.” He leaned in closer. “There aren’t going to be any lawyers. No judge. No jury. Just a really painful interrogation, a confession, and then your execution. Based on your attitude so far, I’d say there’s about a ninety-five percent chance that’s the way things will turn out.”
Gazich licked his lips and blinked his eyes. Rapp’s words were having very little effect on him due to the fact that he was more focused on the ever-increasing pain that seemed to be shooting from every inch of his body. “And the other five percent?”
“Compared to option A, I think it’s a pretty easy choice, but then again you haven’t shown yourself to be the most rational person so far.”
“What is it?”
“You tell me everything. Who hired you, how it was pla
“Then why not torture me? You seem like the type who would enjoy it.”
Rapp shook his head. “I’d prefer to do it the civilized way.”
“And when you’re done with me?”
“We’ll stick you in a prison for the rest of your life. Maybe you’ll be eligible for parole in thirty years, I don’t know.” Rapp was making it up as he went. He knew he had to give the man some hope. “Someone higher up than me will be making that decision.”
“Doesn’t sound like a very good deal.”
“Compared to months of torture and an execution, I think it’s a pretty great deal.”
“You’re not the one on the receiving end.”
“I’m not the one who set off a car bomb that killed the new president’s wife.” Rapp watched as Gazich blinked and then looked away. The words had hit home.
“How about a shot of morphine?” Gazich asked in a tight voice. “I’d like to think about your offer.”
Rapp reminded himself that time was on his side. “All right. I’ll show you how nice we Americans are. I’ll give you the shot and then…”
The cabin door opened and Brooks stepped into the space. She had a satellite phone in her outstretched hand. “Someone needs to talk to you.”
There was something about her tone that told Rapp it was serious.
“All right.” Rapp looked back at Gazich and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.” He stood and started shutting the container doors.
“What about the morphine?” Gazich yelled.
Rapp sealed the doors and Gazich’s screams were reduced to a hollow muffle. Rapp walked across the open space and asked, “Who is it?”
“Director Ke
Rapp took the phone from Brooks, held it to his ear and asked, “What’s up?” He listened for ten seconds and then said, “Have you people lost your fucking minds?”
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The horse had left the barn. That much Ke
Ke
With Alexander, though, there was something about his pain that seemed very real. Ke
What Hayes was trying to do was show Alexander that Ke
Ke
“I’d better inform Mitch of the change in plans. If you’ll excuse me I’m going to go down to the Situation Room and call him.”
“We’ll come with you,” a
“And I’d like to thank him,” Alexander added.
Ke
Alexander looked confused and asked, “Why?”
President Hayes laughed. “Mitch does not like the limelight. He’s going to hate all of this.”
“You’re right, sir.”
Hayes seemed to take great joy in the fact that all this would bug Rapp. Alexander was frowning like he didn’t get it.
Hayes looked at him and said, “He’s not like us. We hang all of our awards on the wall for everybody to see. His medals and commendations are kept in a safe out at Langley, and I’ll bet not once has he ever gone to look at them. Am I right?” he asked Ke
“Yes, sir. You are.”
“Have you met him?” Hayes asked Alexander.
“No. I’ve heard a lot about him, though.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear. Especially if it comes from your vice president’s mouth.”