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"To put it bluntly, they are deeply concerned over what Mitch might do when he recovers."
"So am I."
"I mean they are really concerned. They don't think you can control him and a few of them think you won't even try."
Ke
"They think you have a conflict of interest. That your loyalty to Mitch will cloud your judgment and put you at odds with what is best for the country."
What was best for the country was debatable, but Ke
Haik wasn't sure if he believed her, but it didn't matter; he wasn't the one raising the stink. "I sneaked out early because I wanted to give you some friendly advice. They're going to come filing in here any minute and you're not going to like what they have to say." Haik paused for a second and picked a piece of lint off his trouser leg. "Do yourself a favor and go along with what they want."
"I get the sense you're trying to help me, Mike, but your advice seems off the mark."
"What I'm trying to tell you is that a deal has already been struck. Three cabinet members are in there right now telling the president what has to happen and they say they have more members on board. They've got him buttoned up with no room to maneuver. Officially he has no choice but to follow their recommendation."
Ke
"You know what a riptide is?"
"Of course."
"You don't survive by fighting it. You conserve your energy, you go with the flow, and when the moment is right, you swim parallel to shore."
"So you want me to just sit here and go with the flow this morning?"
"Not entirely. I think the president would be disappointed if you didn't state the obvious, but in the end let them have their way."
"And what will I get in return?"
The door handle to the president's private dining room started to turn and voices could be heard on the other side. "When this meeting is over go down to the Situation Room. The president would like to speak to you in private."
The president entered the room first. Ke
Ke
The president released her and said, "How's Mitch doing?"
"He's resting."
The president stared at her for a long moment as he tried to imagine what must be going through Rapp's mind. "This is such a tragedy." He shook his head and motioned for everyone to take a seat. Haik and Ke
"Not really, sir."
"Is it still your opinion that this was a professional hit?"
"Yes it is, sir."
"Irene." Director Ross sat forward and addressed Ke
Her brown eyes stared straight through him. Everything had changed in less than twenty-four hours. A day ago she had been willing to ignore the man's mounting flaws, but now she felt genuine hatred coursing through her veins. It took great restraint not to blurt out the obvious-which was that Ross had almost no experience in his current position.
"We were briefed by the FBI this morning," Ross continued, "and we feel that there is not enough evidence to support the theory."
Ke
Ross looked at Attorney General Stokes.
Stokes answered Ke
"And has Mr. Fi
"No," Stokes answered flatly.
"Irene," Ross said, "how did the press get the idea Mitch was dead?"
Both DC morning papers ran stories that Rapp and his wife had been killed in a propane explosion at their Maryland home and all of the TV outlets were reporting the story. With no guilt whatsoever, Ke
"Where is he now?"
"He's at a secure location recovering."
"Where?" Ross persisted.
"One of our safe houses in Virginia."
"Which one?"
Ke
Ross glanced at the others and then said, "Mitch has a bit of a reputation as a maverick. We think it would be best if the FBI kept an eye on him until things cool down."
"Oh…I wouldn't worry about that," Ke
It was obvious Ross did not like Ke
"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."
"I spoke with the A
"Really?"
"Yes. Who were they?"
"Professional assassins."
Ross's face flushed with anger. "I don't think this is the time for humor."
"No humor." Ke
Ross's nostrils were flared in anger. "What were their names?"
Ke
"Why not?"
"You don't have the security clearance."
"I'm your boss," he said in a voice on the verge of outright rage.
"That does not mean you have clearance," Ke
"Who they were is a genuine concern," stated Attorney General Stokes. "If this was in fact a crime, my people will have to build a case, and it will not look good in court to have a couple of professional assassins poking around a fresh crime scene tampering with evidence."
"And, Irene," said Ross, "this so-called evidence they found is incredibly thin. A few trampled blades of grass and a tire track." Ross shook his head and frowned. "Balance that against the fire chief's report that it was an accident, and this thing will never get off the ground."
"So what would you propose we do? Ignore the warning we received from the Jordanians last week that a bounty had been placed on Rapp's head? Ignore the findings of two highly trained, and highly decorated, Special Forces veterans who know more about this kind of thing than all of us combined?"
"We're not saying that at all," answered Ross.
"Then why are you so hell bent on trying to write this thing off as an accident?"
The room got very quiet. The three cabinet members looked to the president as if this was the moment where he should step in, but the president wasn't biting. The vice president for his part stayed quiet.