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“The bathroom.”
“I don’t fucking care.” It was Garret’s voice but it sounded ti
The name and the face co
Rapp looked at the screen and watched as Garret rejoined his fellow traitor at the table. He picked up the secure satellite phone sitting on the seat next to him and pressed the transmit button in his sleeve. “Did you send it off to Irene?”
“Yeah.”
“What about the last little bit? Are you going to be able to pull the whole conversation off Echelon?”
“I’m working on it right now. It’s near real time, not absolute neat time, so I need a few minutes.”
“All right. Let me know as soon as you have it.” Rapp punched Ke
Ke
“What’s up?”
“I just got off the phone with Dr. Hornig. She tells me your friend is very talkative.”
“Yeah, but is he saying anything worthwhile?”
“Apparently he took a little trip to the States back in October of last year.”
Rapp looked up slowly and stared out the front window of the car. “He was the one who delivered the van to Gazich.”
“You’re quick.”
“That’s how they found him.” Rapp imagined Milinkavich photographing Gazich as he picked up the van.
“What?”
“Never mind. It’s not important right now. Do you have the e-mail?”
“Yes. It just landed in my in-box.”
“Open it and hit the play button on the audio clip. And make sure you’re sitting down.”
Rapp could hear the clip start. He couldn’t make out every word, but since he’d already heard it, it was easy to follow. When the clip was over, Ke
“Yes. You’re going to get a second clip in shortly. Garret made a phone call from the bathroom. I’m pretty sure he was talking to Ross.”
“I assume this Cy I heard talking was Cy Green?”
“How did you know?” Rapp asked, a bit surprised.
“He and Pinkus Rautbort were business partners. A lot of real estate in New York and a few oil deals. They parted ways when Green got indicted. Very messy. Justice stepped in and seized a bunch of their joint real estate holdings in New York.”
“Didn’t we look into snatching him a few years ago?”
“Yes. Someone on the National Security Council tipped off the State Department and they went nuts.”
“Well, if there’s any silver lining here it’s that Alexander wasn’t involved.”
“I would agree.”
“I don’t think we should tell him,” Rapp said.
“Why not?”
“It’ll tear the guy apart.”
“So you think ignorance is bliss?”
“I wouldn’t call losing your wife blissful. No matter what their marital situation was, it seems like he really cared for her.”
“I think you’re right.”
“Then tell me how telling him the truth will make him a better president?”
“As the president, he needs to know the truth.”
“In most cases I would agree, but not this time. If you tell him what really happened, all you’re going to do is turn him into a miserable, bitter, paranoid man.”
After a long pause Ke
“Just let me clean things up on this end.”
“Slow down a minute. I want some time to think about this.”
“Don’t bother.”
“Mitch?” Ke
“I’m going to do what someone should have done a long time ago.”
“Can we at least think it through?”
Rapp laughed. “I don’t need to. The wheels are already spi
“Don’t touch Garret.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“No. We have a bigger fish to fry. Too many coincidences will cause way too much scrutiny. Just let him go and take care of the others. And do me a favor. Ask Marcus if he can get Ross’s medical files from Bethesda for me.”
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Rapp hit end and held the phone in his lap for a second.
“Marcus,” he said as he pressed the transmit button for the secure radio, “find out where Green and Gordievsky live.” He paused and then added, “And see what you can find out about this Le Pretexte place they were talking about.”
52
The nightclub Speyer was going to was not far from the restaurant, but then again nothing was far in Geneva. Green and Gordievsky were taking Garret to a different club farther away. The place was filled with young Belarusian girls who worked for Gordievsky. The going rate was a thousand dollars for a romp in the sheets. Gordievsky bragged during di
Rapp’s plan was falling into place. It was 10:41 in the evening when the four of them came out of the restaurant. At the moment, Rapp was only worried about Speyer. He was going to be the key. Rapp had detected something in his voice during di
“Kevin,” Rapp said to the guy in the front seat. “You think those bodyguards are wearing vests?”
Hacket shook his head. “I don’t think they make ’em that big.”
Rapp nodded. He was sure somebody did, but these guys were probably already uncomfortable enough from their extra girth. He doubted they would put on a stiff, hot bulletproof vest. “Here comes the valet. When he pulls in to give Speyer the car, pull out and get in front of him. We’ll have him follow us to Le Pretexte.”
The valet jumped out of Speyer ’s BMW and held the door for the banker. Hacket put the car in drive and pulled out onto the Quai de la Poste and headed east. Speyer fell into line behind them. Their destination was just a half mile away. Speyer stayed a polite distance back the entire way. Rapp and Hacket had already checked the place out while Speyer and his guests were eating their main course. Rapp wanted to see the exact layout. He spotted the club from a block away. It was hard to miss with its huge neon sign looming above the street. Even with the temperature hovering in the mid-forties, patrons were lined up halfway down the block.