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«Does the name Mitch Rapp mean anything to you?»
Ke
«So you know him?»
«I never said that.» Ke
O'Rourke nodded. «I'll be out this afternoon, then.»
«That's fine. CaIl my office and see what time works best.» O'Rourke agreed and went back to his seat. One more thing to worry about, Ke
Congressman Zebarth, the ranking Republican on the committee who sat immediately to Rudin's right, leaned forward and said, «Good morning, Dr. Ke
Rudin shuffled some papers around and cleared his throat a few times. When he was done, he took a drink of water and removed his glasses. Looking down at Ke
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The chairman continued to stare at her, but Ke
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Rudin mumbled something under his breath and then said, «Dr. Ke
«Could you be more specific, Mr. Chairman?»
«I could. but I won't, because you know damn well what I'm talking about.»
«Excuse me, Mr. Chairman,» interjected Zebarth with a confused look on his face, «I don't know whether or not the good doctor knows what you're talking about, but I'm a tad bit embarrassed to admit that I certainly don't. Not that I claim to understand you in the most esoteric sense of the word, but in regard to the CIA, I can usually extrapolate some type of a read on your position.»
Rudin refused to look at Zebarth, who was sitting only four feet to his right. He hated the old windbag. Staring straight ahead, he said, «She knows what I'm talking about, and you will soon enough. Just conserve your oxygen for the next couple of minutes. It should help clear the fog.»
Zebarth snickered. Imitation was the greatest form of flattery, and Rudin had just stolen a line right out of Zebarth's play book.
«Now, Dr. Ke
«Are you referring to the events surrounding HagenmiIIer Engineering?»
«I'm referring to the assassination of Count HagenmiIIer,» replied a stem Rudin.
«There isn't much that I can add that you don't already know, Mr. Chairman.»
Rudin had his hands folded in front of him. He kept his eyes on Ke
This time, Democrats and Republicans alike turned around to look at the chairman. An accusation as blatant as this was a rare event in the tiny committee room.
«Well, well, well…» interjected Zebarth. «Given the fact that Dr. Ke
Rudin snatched his wooden gavel and gave it several whacks. «Order. The chair has not yielded. When I have, I will let you know.» From the righthand side of the bench came a chorus of questions. Each time Rudin tried to get back to Ke
Ke
With a red face, Rudin yelled over the din of protests, «Dr. Ke
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The face looked familiar. It was hard to be sure because the subject's eyes were closed, but it definitely resembled one of the men he'd seen in Colorado. Scott Coleman looked at the computer screen and squinted. It was mid-morning, and they were in Marcus Dumond's apartment in Bethesda. With Ke
It was not unusual for a person to die a violent death in Washington, D.C. It happened all the time. What was unusual about the homicide was the number of bullets fired and the fact that most of them were from silenced I weapons. Dumond had caught the story on the nightly news. The D.C. police were handling the homicide, and they had sent information to the CTC on the off chance that there might be a terrorist co
Coleman leaned over Dumond's shoulder. «Are there I any other photos?»
«Let me check.» Dumond maneuvered his mouse and clicked on an icon. With his high-speed co
«Yeah, this guy out in Colorado was a house.» Coleman squinted. «I think this is him. Do they have a vitals sheet on him?»