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The outer office was empty of all support staff. Even Ke
Ke
Rapp mouthed the words, Who is it?
Ke
“Little fucking traitor. What does he want?”
“TheTimes is ru
Rapp checked his watch. It was 7:04 in the evening. They’d be putting their East Coast Edition to bed pretty quickly. “What’s the story about?”
“Basically that you grabbed the wrong guy on Cyprus. Justice, the FBI, State, the Greek government, they’re all mad at us and you and I are out of a job next week and may be facing formal charges.”
“What did you tell him?”
“No comment.”
“Good.”
“He also said he heard you were AWOL. Possibly had fled the country to avoid prosecution.”
“He’s making shit up.” Rapp pointed at the phone. “Put him on speaker.”
Ke
“So you’ve come in from the cold?” The reporter’s voice sounded amused.
Rapp had met Rich once before at a social function. Rapp’s deceased wife had introduced them. She was NBC’s White House correspondent and the two ran in the same circles from time to time. “What a surprise. I would have never guessed a big lefty like you to be a Le Carré fan.”
“He’s my favorite. The Spy Who Came in from the Cold… it doesn’t get any better than that, and besides you know I’m independent. Like all good reporters, I know how to keep politics out of the story.”
“Yeah, right.” Rapp noted the levity in Rich’s voice. Like all egocentric reporters he was probably already working on his Pulitzer Prize acceptance speech.
“Listen, I’m kind of short on time, but I was wondering if you would like to comment on a story that I’m working on for tomorrow’s paper?”
“I see you’ve given yourself a lot of time to get the other side of the story.”
“Deadlines are a bitch. What can I tell you? So would you like to comment on the fact that you tortured a bogus confession from a Greek national named Alexander Deckas?”
“Are you recording this conversation, Tom?”
“Of course,” he said in a patronizing tone.
“Thanks for the heads-up.”
“Come on, Mitch. You know how the game is played.”
“Sure do, Tom.” Rapp smiled at Ke
Rich didn’t answer right away, and then when he did the levity was gone. “I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”
“Well, I know how you reporters pride yourselves on being neutral, but I was wondering how proud you’re going to be of that Pulitzer of yours after some crazy Islamic fascist nukes Israel off the face of the map.” Rapp paused to look at Ke
When Rich spoke again, he was all business. “I take it you’re not going to comment on the accusation that you apprehended the wrong man and tortured him.”
“I’d love to comment on the accusation right after you tell me who your source is.”
“Sources,” Rich stressed the plural. “I have more than one, and you know I can’t reveal them.”
“I don’t suppose you’d consider delaying the story for a day or two?”
“Let me think about that for a second,” Rich paused one second and said, “I don’t think so.”
“Well, fuck you very much and thank you for wasting my time.” Rapp reached down and disco
“I don’t think that was very professional.” Ke
“That guy thinks he’s going to string me up by my balls tomorrow.” Rapp shook his head. “He has no idea how big a mistake he’s about to make.”
Ke
Rapp pulled a memory stick from his jacket and handed it across the desk. “This is going to be fun.”
Ke
“Your press conference.”
“What press conference?”
“The one you’re going to hold at the White House tomorrow in response to the grossly inaccurate front page story that theTimes is going to run in the morning. I took the liberty of putting everything into a Power Point presentation for you.”
Ke
“The video from the Starbucks on the morning of the attack. Agent Rivera’s official statement of what she saw seconds before the explosion. Customs and Immigration surveillance footage of Deckas at JFK the day before the attack. He entered the country using a fake passport, of course.”
“What else?”
“His complete confession.”
“Which the media will say was coerced.”
“Not after they hear it. It was very convincing. He admits to flying into JFK the day before the attack, spending Friday night in Pe
Ke
“Let them say what they want, because there’s more. The guy isn’t even Greek.”
“Excuse me?”
“He’s Bosnian. His real name is Gavrilo Gazich, and here’s the best part.” Rapp gri
“You’re sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
Now it was Ke
“A list of people he is suspected of killing. Most of them in Africa over the past five years or so. One U.N. official, a couple of relief workers, and a bunch of politicians, warlords, and generals.”
“All of it’s ironclad?”
“As solid as it gets. The FBI is going to have a field day. The U.N. might even thank us.”
The director of the CIA turned the gray stick over in her fingers and thought of the photos that Cap Baker had given her. “Any idea who hired him to take out the candidates?”
“No, but I know who tried to kill him after he screwed up.”
“Excuse me?”
Rapp folded his hands across his lap and explained to her what had happened on Cyprus. How he had spotted the other team keeping an eye on Gazich’s office. How Rapp watched Gazich casually stroll down the street, shoot the one lookout in the car and then lure the other two up to his office, where he killed one and began torturing the other. Having watched Gazich operate, Rapp explained that he’d decided the man was too dangerous to do anything other than cripple him. Telling a man like that to drop his gun and lie down on the ground would have ended with one or both of them dead.
“Who were these people trying to kill him?” Ke
“At first I thought they were Russians. One of them maintained that he was KGB.”
Ke
“As it turns out they were Belarusian, and at least one of them was former BKGB. I brought the leader of the group back.”
Ke
“Yes.”
“And why am I hearing about it now for the first time?”
“I needed to check some things out.”