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“My mother did.”
“What did she tell you?”
“Heide had been accidentally hit by a car in Europe.”
“Did your mother tell you where in Europe they were when it happened?”
“It was in Germany, I think. What difference does it make?”
Now it was Director Vaile’s turn to speak. “Agent Harvath, do you know what they were doing in Germany?”
“Heide’s family was from there, and she owned an art gallery while Gary worked in investment banking.”
FBI Director Sorce looked first at Vaile then at Driehaus who both nodded. “Scot, Heide did own a gallery in West Berlin and Gary was on the rolls of an American investment banking firm there too, but that was just a front for what they were really doing.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Harvath, who leaned closer into the table as if it would force Sorce’s words to make more sense.
“Did you know that Gary speaks fluent Russian?”
“ Gary? Russian? Are you serious?”
“Extremely.”
“No, I didn’t know he spoke Russian, but there’s lots of people that-”
“His grandmother was from Minsk,” continued Sorce as he removed a file of his own and began reading from it. “She emigrated to the U.S. after her husband died during the First World War. She remarried and had three children, one of whom was the daughter who married Gary ’s father. Gary ’s parents worked long hours, and the Russian grandmother practically raised him herself.
“He was somewhat of a prodigy. By the time he was six years old, he not only could speak Russian fluently, he was reading and writing it as well. It was a cradle language for him and he took to it as well as he did English.”
“So he’s of Russian descent. Big deal. So are a lot of people in America. If being from a country that embraced communism at one point is a crime, you’d better get ready to lock up over half of the people in Miami and a good majority of downtown San Francisco,” said Harvath.
“Let me finish,” replied Sorce. “It was precisely his Russian skills that made him so sought after in the Army and later with the FBI. Do you have any idea what Heide was really doing for a living before she was killed?”
“You said so yourself. She was an art dealer. My mother still has a lot of paintings from her gallery hanging in the house back in California.” A bad feeling was begi
“Gary and Heide Lawlor,” said Vaile, “were two of the United States ’ top recruiters of foreign intelligence agents during the Cold War.”
There was a chuckle in Harvath’s voice as he spoke. “Heide Lawlor worked for U.S. Intelligence turning spies for us?”
Nobody else at the table was smiling. The three faces staring back at Harvath appeared to be carved of granite.
“Their focus was on Eastern Europe,” continued Vaile. “Heide Lawlor spoke German, Polish, and Czech. Gary handled the Russian transactions.”
“You’re not kidding, are you?” asked Harvath.
“He’s not kidding,” said Sorce. “In fact, Gary and Heide were so successful, they even received medals from the president in eighty-one at a top-secret ceremony at the White House.”
Harvath had never heard any of this. And though it was difficult to believe, it did fit Gary Lawlor’s character perfectly. The thing that scared Scot the most, though, was the realization of how little he might really know about Gary ’s past.
“I had no idea.”
“What you also probably didn’t know was that Heide’s death was no accident.”
Though Scot tried to maintain an impassive countenance, today would not have been a good day to play poker. Heide Lawlor had always been his “Aunt Heide.” As she and Gary didn’t have any children of their own, she chose to spoil him every chance she got. Christmases, birthdays, it didn’t matter. Heide never needed a reason to show how much she cared for him. Now, the realization that Heide had been murdered sent a sharp pain rocketing through his heart.
Harvath asked, “Did Gary know?”
“Yes,” said Vaile, “ Gary knew.”
“Who did it? And don’t just tell me it was the Russians. I want to know who specifically, killed her.”
“His name was Helmut Draegar.”
“Was?”
“Yes,was. He was undoubtedly the best operative the infamous East German Stasi had ever produced. His reputation was larger than life itself. It was said that he was the only man Carlos the Jackal ever feared. He was an extremely proficient linguist, an assuredly deadly assassin, and an operative’s operative.”
“Meaning?” asked Harvath.
“It means that his tradecraft was above reproach. He was a master of disguise and human nature. In the blink of an eye he could disappear, or have you eating out of his hand. Though the Russians had not given birth to Draegar, he was given honorary Russian citizenship-that’s how highly they thought of him. In short, he was the ultimate spy.”
“As you’re talking about him in past tense, I assume he’s dead. Am I correct?”
“Very,” replied Vaile. “Lawlor killed him.”
“Why was Heide targeted for termination?” asked Harvath.
“When you were as good at your job as she was, it causes the enemy to want to reward you with something other than a medal.”
“But you said Gary was just as good. Why not target him as well?”
“Exactly our question,” replied Vaile. “For a long time, we thought it was because the agents Heide had turned amounted to such major intelligence coups. Don’t get me wrong, Gary had his successes as well, but Heide’s were far and away of greater value. In short, while Gary might have been worth spending a bullet on, the prime target for the Russians was Heide.”
“But they were always together, weren’t they? I would have thought you could have gotten the two for the price of one very easily.”
“It would make sense, wouldn’t it?” asked Vaile. “Gary Lawlor had been credited with being extremely adept at keeping himself and his wife alive.”
“Until Heide was hit by the car.”
“Exactly.”
Harvath placed his right elbow upon the conference room table and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He wished they would get to the point.
Sensing his frustration, Vaile offered, “Maybe I can be a little more clear. Toward the end of the time Gary and Heide were operating in Europe, Berlin in particular, we suffered some major intelligence losses. Somebody provided the Russians with highly sensitive information.”
“And you never caught the person,” said Harvath.
“Correct. We looked at everybody, including the Lawlors-”
“Who obviously were cleared.”
“At the time yes, but in light of recent events, Heide’s death has been drawn into question.”
Harvath was incredulous now. “Are you trying to say you think Gary had something to do with it?”
Vaile put up his hand to silence Harvath. “The Lawlors were working on agents from different parts of Russia and the Eastern Bloc and as such, reported to different supervisors. Shortly before Heide’s death, she mentioned to her supervisor that she was concerned about Gary.”
“How do you know this?”
“It took some digging, but I was able to track down a copy of her report in our files at Langley. She said Gary had changed somehow. She suspected he was working on some sort of project outside of his normal duties. He would disappear in the evenings and sometimes even for days at a time. He claimed it was work-related and he couldn’t discuss it, but when Heide’s supervisor looked into it, he informed her that there was nothing he could find to support Gary ’s story. Shortly thereafter, Heide was killed.”
“This is ridiculous,” said Harvath. “ Gary must have been questioned up and down afterward.”
“He was and he appeared very distraught over her death. It seemed genuine. It wasn’t until he saw a copy of the report from Heide’s supervisor that he started talking. At first, he said that he didn’t want to sully his wife’s good name. A couple of days later, Gary claimed that Heide had been growing paranoid before her death, that she had even been taking medication for it. She didn’t know whom she could trust and she had even started disbelieving him. It was a difficult scenario for us. It washe said, she said, but she was dead and couldn’t corroborate or deny anything Gary was telling us. We debriefed him extensively, but everything held up. A private doctor even confirmed that he had been treating Heide for paranoia and depression and that he had also been prescribing pills for her. Case closed.”