Vince Flynn - Act of Treason

“I wasn’t sure how I’d handle it, but so far so good. The man had to be dealt with, and putting him on trial was not a good option.”

“I agree.” Rapp looked away from Kennedy, feeling slightly awkward. He would have never guessed that she had it in her.

Almost as if she could read his mind Kennedy said, “You know, Mitch, this morning wasn’t that big of a stretch for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“All the times I’ve ordered you to kill. It’s really not all that different than slipping some poison in a man’s drink.”

Rapp saw her point. “You don’t get your hands dirty, but you’re involved.”

“I got them a little dirtier than I would have preferred this morning,” she said wryly.

Rapp smiled. “I’m proud of you. You did a good job. You executed a traitor this morning. Ross chose his path. You have any problem sleeping, just think of those nineteen people who were killed last October. Ross got exactly what he deserved.”

“That’s good advice. Thank you.”

Rapp covered his mouth and yawned. “God, I need to get some sleep.”

“Why don’t you go home? You look tired.”

Rapp looked at his watch and shook the sleep from his head. “How long do I have to wait before I kill Garret?”

“I think at least a year.”

“Comeon,” Rapp’s voice was full of disappointment.

“Mitch.”

“A year is a long time.”

“Think of it this way. Word will eventually get out that Green and Gordievsky are missing. With Ross’s sudden departure Garret is bound to get a little paranoid.”

“Probably just the opposite. Knowing Garret, he’s halfway to Los Angeles by now, all smug, thinking he’s the luckiest man on the planet. I can’t wait to be the one to tell him he’s not.”

“Mitch,” Kennedy cautioned, “stay away from him until I say the time is right.”

“Fine, but we are going to kill him, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are.”