Vince Flynn - The Third Option

He had been on post since three P.M. Most of his shift had been uneventful, with the exception of the last fifteen minutes. This was the first day they'd had her under surveillance. Polk hadn't been told why, and he didn't ask. He was a good soldier that way. He followed orders. That didn't mean he was a robot, though. He kept up on current events, and he had a healthy libido. The two together made it impossible for Anna Rielly to stay off his radar screen. She was the hottest reporter in Washington, and she'd been involved in the hostage standoff at the White House the year before. Polk remembered reading an article about how her colleagues admired her for not trying to capitalize on her personal involvement in the tragedy. Polk had a sneaky suspicion that there was more to the story.

When you were on surveillance, there was a lot of extra time. He had already read the Washington Post and the Washington Times cover to cover. Polk liked to compare the papers and how they spun stories, one liberal and one conservative. They were a daily lesson in how biased the press was.

Polk continued following the cab west down G Street. He was careful to stay far enough back. One of the few things they had told him to look out for was any communication between Rielly and a man named Mitch Rapp. From what Polk had heard earlier, he could safely assume this Mitch Rapp was Rielly's boyfriend. Polk had originally thought that this assignment was about Rielly. Probably something to do with a story she was digging into. But now, after hearing her conversation with Rapp, he was beginning to wonder if it wasn't about him.

RAPP TOLD KENNEDY and Stansfield to leave their hands on their laps where he could see them. Both did as they were told. They were well aware of Rapp's capabilities. Rapp moved behind Stansfield and positioned himself so his back was against the wall and not one of the windows. He rested the butt of the pistol on the back of the leather chair and kept the long black silencer aimed at Coleman. His dark eyes were trained on Kennedy. They were searching for the slightest sign of guilt. There was nothing, exactly what he had been afraid of. The woman was utterly unflappable.

Kennedy was momentarily caught off-guard. It was now evident that she had missed something. She had been so worried about Rapp the last several days that it had never occurred to her that he might think he had been set up by her and Stansfield. She told herself to stay calm and said, «Mitch, I know what you're thinking, but I could never do that to you.»

«Oh, really. And how is it that you know what I'm thinking?»

«Why else would you come in here like this?»

Rapp ignored the question and asked, «Why did you send those two to kill me?»

«Is that what they tried?» Kennedy glanced at Stansfield. At least they had been right about that. «Mitch, I gave them no such order. I'm afraid we were compromised. By whom we do not know.»

Rapp wanted to believe her, but he needed some proof. «The way I see it, Irene, there were only three people who were in a position to set me up. Director Stansfield, you, and the president. Now, which one of you was it?»

«Mitch, I would never do that to you… nor would Thomas or the president.»

«Why were you acting so strange when I talked to you about it being my last job? Was it because you didn't want me walking around with all of your dirty little secrets? Did you want to end it nice and clean?» Rapp raised an eyebrow.

Kennedy shook her head sadly. She looked offended by the accusation. «You know me better than that. I would never harm you. I was acting strange when we last talked because of Thomas.» Kennedy gestured to the director. «He's dying of cancer. You didn't know that, did you?»

«No.» Rapp looked down at Stansfield. Come to think of it, he did look frail.

«All of the vultures are circling, and they're getting ready for their next meal. There's pressure coming from all sides.» Kennedy paused and then added, «Look me in the eye, Mitch, and tell me you really think I could have done such a thing.»

If Rapp had learned one thing in the last ten years, it was that people were capable of almost anything. Despite all of that, though, Kennedy had always been the one person he could depend on. The person who was supposed to watch his back. «If it wasn't you, then who was it?»

«That's what we've been trying to figure out.»

«Just put me in a room alone with the team you sent to Germany, and I'll take care of it.»

Kennedy blinked. «That's going to be a problem.»

«Oh, let me guess,» said Rapp with feigned surprise. «They've disappeared.»

«No, worse.»

«They're dead.»

«Yes.»

«How convenient.»

«Believe me, no one wanted to talk to them more than me.»

Rapp grunted. «Actually, I'm at the top of that list.» He aimed the gun at Kennedy. «She didn't try to pump two rounds into your chest.»

«What exactly happened in Germany?»

«I have a few more questions before we get to that. How is it that you happen to know they're dead?»

Kennedy looked at Coleman. The former SEAL Team commander said, «I witnessed it.»

«You saw it, or you pulled the trigger?»

Coleman shook his head. «I didn't kill them.»

«Scott, no offense, but what in the hell are you doing in the middle of this?»

Stansfield coughed and raised his right hand. «That would be my doing, Mitchell. We received one communique from the Jansens – you knew them as the Hoffmans – after the mission. They stated that the count had been eliminated, but you'd been lost in the process. As we followed developments, it became apparent that the Jansens may have been wrong. There were reports that someone fitting your description was seen leaving the count's estate five to ten minutes after the Jansens left. Then there was the fire. The Jansens had said nothing about that. We became suspicious, and I asked Scott to go to Colorado and bring the Jansens back for a thorough debriefing.»

Kennedy inched forward. «Mitch, what happened in Germany?»

«In a minute.» Looking to Coleman, he asked, «Tell me about Colorado.»

«I went out there with a few men to retrieve them.»

«When was this?»

«Saturday night. The Jansens had a place west of Denver in a little town called Evergreen. We put them under surveillance and were getting ready to move in on Sunday morning when another group showed up and took them out.»

Rapp studied him for a moment, trying to detect a lie. «Who was this other group?»

«I don't know.» Coleman shook his head. «There were four of them. Three men and a woman. They were very professional. Quick and thorough.»

«You honestly have no idea who they were?»

«No.»

«That's bullshit, Scott.» Rapp raised his voice. He looked to Kennedy.» And you?»

«We were discussing this very matter when you burst in here,» Kennedy said a little testily:

«Well, excuse me if I forgot to knock, but I hope you understand if I'm just a little pissed off. You send me on a mission that only a handful of people are supposed to know about, and right after I take care of the count, I turn around and that bitch you sent to assist me pumps two rounds into my chest:' Rapp pointed at himself. «From where I'm sitting, it's pretty clear that someone set me up. You» – Rapp pointed the gun at Kennedy – «had the method and the means, and now I'm trying to figure out what your motivation was.»

Kennedy stood abruptly. «If you think…»

«Sit back down!» shouted Rapp.

«No, I'm not going to sit back down! And stop pointing that gun at me!»

«Sit back down, Irene, or I swear I'll…»

«What? Shoot me?» Kennedy said defiantly as she took a step closer to him. «I know you well enough, Mitch, to know that you would never do such a thing. Not to me, and you know damn well I would never give an order to have you killed.» She took a deep breath and stared at him.