Steve Berry - The Alexandria Link

“He killed two men.”

“For which I’m grateful.”

“Cotton, we’ve got to get out of here.”

“Tell me about it. But first we need to know who those men are.”

He fled from the column and rushed down the marble stairs. Pam followed. He searched all three corpses but found no identification.

“Grab the guns,” he said, pocketing six spare magazines lifted from the bodies. “These guys came ready for a fight.”

“I’m actually getting used to seeing blood,” she said.

“I told you it’d get easier.”

He thought more about the man. The Savoy. Room 453. His way of saying, You can trust me. Pam still clutched the book about St. Jerome, and he carried the leather satchel from Haddad’s apartment.

Pam turned to leave.

“Where you going?” he asked.

“I’m hungry. I hope the Savoy has an excellent breakfast.”

He grinned.

She caught on quick.

WASHINGTON, DC

STEPHANIE WASN’T SURE SHE COULD TAKE MUCH MORE. HER gaze locked onto Brent Green. “Explain yourself.”

“We allowed the files to be compromised. There’s a traitor among us and we want him. Or her.”

“Who’s we ?”

“The Justice Department. It’s a top-secret investigation. Only myself and two others know. My two closest deputies, and I’d place my life in their hands.”

“Liars couldn’t care less about your faith.”

“Agreed. But the leak isn’t in Justice. It’s higher. Outside the department. We dangled bait and it was taken.”

She could not believe what she was hearing. “And you risked Gary Malone’s life in the process.”

“No one could have predicted that. We had no idea anyone, other than the Israelis and the Saudis, gave a damn about George Haddad. The leak we’re trying to plug runs straight to them, not anywhere else.”

“That you know of.” Her thoughts flooded with the Order of the Golden Fleece.

“If I had possessed any clue that Malone’s family was in danger, I would never have allowed the tactic to be used.”

She wanted to believe that.

“We actually thought Haddad’s whereabouts was a relatively harmless piece of information. Allowing the Israelis to know Haddad was alive didn’t seem that risky, especially since there was nothing in the file to indicate where he was hidden.”

“Except a trail straight to Cotton.”

“And we assumed that, if challenged, Malone would know what to do.”

“He’s out, Brent,” she almost shouted. “He doesn’t work for us anymore. We don’t place ex-operatives in danger, especially without their knowledge.”

“We weighed those risks and decided that to find our leak, they were worth taking. Having the boy kidnapped changed everything. I’m glad Cotton was able to retrieve him.”

“That’s so wonderful of you. You’ll be lucky he doesn’t break your nose.”

“This White House is an abomination,” Green muttered. “Bunch of righteous, corrupt pricks.”

She’d never heard Green speak that way before.

“They expound how Christian they are, how American, but their allegiance is only to themselves-and the dollar. Decision after decision has been made, each one clothed in an American flag, that does nothing but fatten the pockets of major corporations-entities that have contributed heavily to their party cause. It sickens me. I sit in meetings where policy is couched in terms of what’s good television, rather than what’s good for the nation. I keep silent. Say nothing. Be a team player. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to allow this country to be compromised. I took an oath, and unlike many in this administration, mine means something to me.”

“So why not expose them for what they are?”

“So far I’m not aware that anyone has broken the law. Disgusting, immoral, greedy? I’ve seen those, but they’re not illegal. I assure you, if anyone, the president included, had crossed the line, I would have acted. But no one has gone that far.”

“Except the leak.”

“Which is precisely why I’m so interested-a dam has to be cracked before it’ll break.”

She wasn’t fooled. “Let’s face it, Brent, you like being the chief law enforcement officer, and you wouldn’t last long if you went after one of them and failed.”

Green appraised her, worry in his eyes. “I like you remaining alive more.”

She brushed away his concern. “Did you find the leak?”

“I believe we-”

Cassiopeia rushed back into the kitchen. “We’ve got company. Two men just wheeled to the curb. Suits and earpieces. Secret Service.”

“My detail,” Green said. “Coming to check for the night.”

“We need to go,” Cassiopeia made clear.

“No,” Green said. “Cut me loose and I’ll handle them.”

Cassiopeia headed for the back door.

Stephanie made a decision, the kind she’d made a hundred thousand times. And even though she’d clearly chosen horribly throughout the day, like her daddy used to say, Right, wrong, doesn’t matter. Just do something.

“Wait.”

Stephanie stepped to the counter and searched a couple of drawers, finding a knife. “We’re cutting him loose.” She approached Green and said, “I hope I know what I’m doing.”

SABRE HUSTLED THROUGH THE OXFORDSHIRE WOODS TO WHERE he’d left his car. Dawn was coming to the English countryside. Mist shrouded the fields around him, the cool air damp. He was pleased with his first encounter with Cotton Malone. Just enough to whet the American’s curiosity, while satisfying any paranoia. Killing the men he’d hired to attack Malone had seemed a perfect introduction. He would have shot all three if Malone hadn’t taken down the one.

Surely Malone had searched the bodies after he left, but Sabre had made certain that not one of the men carried identification. His instructions had been for them to confront Malone and pin him down. But once Malone eliminated the first of their number, the game had changed. He wasn’t surprised. Malone had proven in Copenhagen that he knew how to handle himself.

Thank heaven for the tape recorder in Haddad’s apartment. That, combined with the information from the computer, had schooled him enough so he could entice Malone into his confidence. All he had to do now was return to the Savoy and wait.

Malone would come.

He emerged from the forest and spotted his car. Another vehicle was parked behind it and he saw his operative pacing.

“You son of a bitch,” she screamed. “You killed those men.”

“And the problem?”

“I hired them. How many others you think I can employ if it’s known we bloody well kill our own?”

“Who would know that? Besides you and me.”

“You asshole. I watched from outside. You shot them from behind. They never saw it coming. That’s what you intended all along.”

He reached his car. “You always were bright.”

“Screw you, Dominick. Those men were friends of mine.”

Now he was curious. “You sleep with any of them?”

“None of your damn business.”

He shrugged. “You’re right.”

“I’m through with you. No more. Get yourself another helper.” She stormed toward her car.

“Don’t think so,” he called out.

She whirled to face him, expecting a rebuke. They’d argued before. But this time he shot her in the face.

Nothing and no one was going to interfere. Too much effort had gone into what he’d planned. He was about to double-cross one of the most powerful economic cartels on the planet. Failure would come with dire consequences. So he wasn’t going to fail. There would be no trails left to him.

He opened the car door and slid inside.

Only Cotton Malone remained to be handled.