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«How do you mean?»
«If he's with his employer right now, they're trying to figure out just how much we know.»
«Well, based on the conversation you had with him, he I should be able to figure out that you don't know who he's working for.»
«And we have to hope that he doesn't pass that on to his boss, or he's going to end up just like the Jansens.»
«Yeah.» Coleman agreed. «You know, there's something I we haven't discussed enough.»
«What's that?»
«Motive. Who and why? You have a lot of enemies, Mitch.»
«Most of my enemies are the same as yours. They live in the Middle East, and they don't have the type of clout to penetrate that operation I was ru
«So who is it?»
«I'm not sure, but I'm leaning toward someone here in D.C.»
«What about the Israelis?»
Rapp shrugged. «I don't know; I don't think so. As I look back on what happened in Germany, I'm starting to think that I wasn't the target.»
«That doesn't make any sense.»
«Think about it. The Jansens had ample opportunity to kill me. Why did they wait and shoot me after I had killed the count?»
«I don't know. Why?»
«Because they wanted me to be fingered for the hit.» Coleman thought it over for a second. «Then why are you ruling Israelis out? They get you to do their dirty work and make sure none of the heat comes down on them.»
«No.» Rapp shook his head. «The Israelis are never afraid to take a little heat. Especially if they can prove the person they killed was in bed with Saddam.»
«Yeah… I suppose you're right.»
«Whoever did it wanted me exposed. They didn't want personal vengeance.»
«How can you be sure? You've been involved in some pretty serious shit over the years. You probably couldn't begin to count the enemies you've made.»
«No, I couldn't, but you're missing the point. Someone had the clout to penetrate that operation in Germany. That is no easy thing. It would take a person in a pretty powerful position to have accessed that information.» Rapp pointed at himself. «If I was the target, why dust me in Germany? Why not have the Jansens kill me here in town, out at my house? Why not have this Professor put a bullet in my head from two hundred meters like he did to the Jansens?»
Coleman slowly nodded. Rapp was right. It didn't make sense. «So, if you we weren't the ultimate target, then who is?»
«I don't know, but if their intent was to have me found at the scene and identified..:.» Rapp paused and thought about the ramifications. «That would have spelled trouble for a lot of people.»
«Namely the president.»
«Yep, and the Agency.»
Coleman thought about it for a moment and added, «That still doesn't rule out foreign involvement.»
«No, it doesn't. But my gut tells me it's someone here in town.» Dumond called from the other room. Rapp and Coleman went back into the dining room and found a gri
«I've got some info on your man.» Dumond pointed to me computer screen in me middle. «His mobile phone account is through Sprint, and it's registered under the name of Tom Jones. It was purchased at a Radio Shack in Alexandria five months ago. It looks like he paid for a full year of service in advance.»
«What did he use?» asked Rapp.
«A Mastercard. I already checked into the credit card account. It was opened and closed a month later. The billing address is for an apartment in Falls Church. We look into it, but my guess is it's a dead end.»
Rapp agreed. «What else do you have?»
«Something you're going to find interesting.» Dumond pointed at the screen to his left. «This is a map of down from the Hill to the Potomac. All of these little red dots you see are towers that Sprint owns and operates.» Dumond scrolled down the screen. «This is a list of all the calls that have been made to this phone in the last thirty days.»
Rapp looked at the list. «What about calls he has made?»
«There aren't any. He's smart. He knows someone could do exactly what I'm doing right now. The trail ends here.»
«Shit.»
«Don't distress just yet. I do have one piece of information that might be useful.» Dumond scrolled back up to the map of the city. «Almost half of the calls he has received have been handled by this one tower right here.» Dumond pointed to a spot four blocks west of the White House. «After this tower there's another one in Georgetown that pops up a lot, and then one more on the Hill. Other than that, the rest appear to be random.»
Rapp knelt down and looked at the screen. «Can you sort these calls by the time of day they were received?»
«I'm already on it for you. I'm going back to the start of the service and plotting them by tower, day of the week, and time.»
«How long until you have something you can show me?»
«An hour or two, and I should have it pretty well nailed.»
«Good work, Marcus.» Rapp looked over his shoulder at Coleman and pointed at the screen. «Look at what's just two blocks away from this tower.»
Coleman squinted. «George Washington University.»
«No.» Rapp moved his finger a couple of inches down. «The State Department.» He tapped the spot with his index finger and said, «I'll bet my left nut this guy works for State.»
Frowning, Coleman looked at the screen. «Why State? He could just as easily work at the White House or… «
Coleman looked at some of the other buildings. «The World Bank or maybe the Federal Reserve. Hell, the United Nations has even got an office there.»
«It's State. I know it is. Remember what Irene told us about Secretary Midleton calling her Saturday morning to find out if the Agency had anything to do with Hagenmiller's death?»
Coleman thought about what Ke
SENATOR CLARK HAD all of the players gathered They were in one of the Senate Intelligence Committee's soundproof briefing rooms on the second floor of the Hart Building. Clark sat at the head of the long black table with a glass of scotch in his hand. It was a few minutes before five in the evening. He usually waited until after five to pour his first drink, but tonight he had made an exception. He was trying to get the others to relax, especially Congressman Rudin. He was sitting to Clark 's left, looking as ornery as ever. Midleton was next to Rudin, and across from them, on the other side of the table, was their guest of honor – Jonathan Brown, the deputy director of the Central Intelligence Agency.
Congressman Rudin had demanded that something be done. Ke
Senator Clark leaned back in his chair and crossed his long legs. Looking at the number two Clark said, «Jonathan, my colleague from the House is a little concerned over who is ru