Stuart Woods - Shoot Him If He Runs

“And would that search for information include attempting to download applications for permission to purchase a residence on St. Marks?”

“It might. Since the credit bureau on St. Marks is fairly limited in its operation, my staff might look for other sources to confirm the address and credit-worthiness of an applicant. The ownership of property is always desirable when we are extending credit to a new customer.”

“And do you have signed applications for credit from those three gentlemen?”

“All our transactions with our customers and with applicants are conducted online, so we don’t have paper records.”

“But you could produce printouts of online applications from Mr. Pemberton and Mr. Weatherby?”

“I’m afraid that our company policies prevent the disclosure of any information about any of our customers or applicants, Colonel. The home office was made aware of our policies and procedures when our business was first established in St. Marks, and so were the home secretary and, of course, the prime minister. Sir Winston takes a very great interest in companies wishing to do business on St. Marks.” Pepper was aware that both of these gentlemen took very great bribes, as well.

“Mr. Pepper, do you see the door immediately to your right?”

Pepper looked and found the door. “Yes, Colonel.”

“Go and open the door and look into the next room.”

“As you wish, Colonel.” Pepper got up, walked to the door and opened it. A trickle of fear ran down his bowels. The room was smaller than the office in which he had been sitting, but it was better equipped; it contained a heavy wooden chair bolted to the floor and equipped with thick leather straps for restricting the movement of whoever might sit in it.

Next to the chair was a large table on which were arrayed a variety of knives, pliers and other hardware that might be used for other than their original purpose.

On the other side of the chair, resting on two sawhorses, was a freshly constructed wooden coffin, with its lid lying on the floor next to it.

Pepper closed the door and returned to his chair.

“Now,” Colonel Croft said, “let us begin again.”

Lance Cabot was waiting in the director’s reception area when she arrived at work at 8 A.M. He felt awful, having been up all night, and he was anxious about this meeting.

Kate Lee regarded him closely. “Something wrong, Lance?” she asked.

“May I speak with you in your office, Director?”

“Of course; come in.” She led the way into her inner office and hung her coat in a closet. “Have a seat.” She waved him toward her desk.

Lance took a chair across the desk from her, noting the difference from other meetings, when they sat in the more informal cluster of sofas and chairs across the room. “Sometime yesterday, probably in the afternoon, Bill Pepper was taken from his office by the police on St. Marks. Later in the day, police also took his wife, who is also our operative, from their home.”

“Is there anything in either Bill’s office or home that might compromise his situation?”

“I very much doubt it; he would have followed procedure.”

“Where is he now?”

“Apparently, still in the Markstown jail. The legendary Colonel Croft is also there, and I think we must presume that he has questioned or is questioning Bill and Annie.”

“And, as I recall, his interrogation techniques were learned and refined in latter-day Haiti.”

“That is correct.”

“Do we know the reason for their detention?”

“Not yet. We were fortunate that our man in the embassy there was also the duty officer last night, so we have not yet involved the ambassador.” He glanced at his watch. “That will become necessary later this morning.”

“Do we know if Colonel Croft has made any connection between Pepper and Holly Barker’s group?”

“No, but I very much doubt it.”

“I should have thought that Colonel Croft’s interrogation practices might have produced that information by now.”

“Jim Tiptree, the Agency man at the embassy, first telephoned Colonel Croft, then visited the jail, demanding to see him. He is still there, waiting. I think his presence might have had a dampening effect on the colonel’s urges.”

“You must have some idea why the Peppers were detained. What was Bill’s most recent assignment? From you, I mean; not from Hugh English.”

“He was to go into the St. Marks government computers and get copies of the applications to purchase a residence of three men we suspect of possibly being Teddy Fay-Robertson, Pemberton and Weatherby.”

“You suspect three men of being Teddy?”

“Possibly.”

“As I recall, Bill has made St. Marks government computers his playground over the past few months. How would he get caught now?”

“Croft has been working at upgrading all of St. Marks’s security procedures. At some point, he would turn his attention to computer security, and we may be at that point.”

“And what is our next step?”

“When the ambassador arrives at his office, Jim Tiptree is going to have to involve him in the effort to secure the release of the Peppers. That, of course, will mean the involvement of State, since the ambassador will certainly inform the Caribbean Desk, as a matter of routine.”

“And we don’t want that, do we?”

“No, Director.”

“And how do you propose that we prevent that from happening?”

“The ambassador to St. Marks, Warren Holden, is a personal friend of the president, I believe.”

“Yes, they were both Senate staffers on the Select Committee on Intelligence when they were younger. Are you suggesting that the president call Holden and prevent him from reporting this incident to State?”

“Nothing quite as formal as that,” Lance said. “If he could just ask him to give us time to get the Peppers released and off the island.”

“And when they’re gone, then report to State?”

“Well, a delay in reporting might make it awkward to report it at a later date.”

“So you want the president to call in a favor from an old friend?”

“It was a pretty big favor, on the part of the president, to appoint his old friend to a cushy Caribbean ambassadorship. I should think Mr. Holden would be anxious to repay that.”

“I suppose he might, but if this should turn into an international incident, then…”

“I believe this will end with the release and repatriation of the Peppers.”

“What, exactly, do you want Warren Holden to do?”

“I’d like him to call the prime minister, Sir Winston Sutherland, tell him that the Peppers are personal friends of his-they play bridge every Thursday, or something like that-and ask him to call Colonel Croft and have them released at once.”

“Are you at all concerned about the security of Holly Barker’s group? Should we get them out of there now?”

“An airplane had already been scheduled to pick them up at noon tomorrow and bring them home. I think to rush that might be counterproductive.”

“Would there be room on that airplane for the Peppers?”

“There would be, if I send a larger airplane.”

“How large?”

“The presently scheduled airplane is quite small; something mid-sized, like a Hawker, would be sufficient.”

“All right, I’ll ask the president to make the call. If we can get the Peppers off the island tomorrow, and without a fuss, then Holden can just forget any of this ever happened. I want you to take every conceivable step to see that a fuss does not occur.”

“Certainly, Director.”

“Because that is what I’m going to tell the president, and you’d better not make a liar of me.”