Steve Berry - The Alexandria Link

Green stood in the foyer before the stairway where Daley and Heather Dixon had been yesterday. He seemed deep in thought. His game face. Of course, though the man had lied to her about Thorvaldsen, and he hadn’t passed along to the president anything that Henrik had discovered, they needed concrete proof of his treachery.

“I know where he hid the recordings,” she said.

Finally Green’s eyes communicated interest. Cassiopeia stayed near the window, out of the way.

Stephanie led Green to the office alcove with the small desk and narrow bookshelves. One shelf held a row of CDs in their plastic cases. The music was all instrumental and from a variety of nations, even some Gregorian chants, which she found curious. She reached for one of the cases- Tibetan Wonders -and opened it. Inside, instead of the music CD, another disk filled the case. She popped it from the holder and said, “He liked to hide his stuff close by.”

“What exactly is on there?”

“He says it’s proof of who’s part of this conspiracy. He said it reached to a level no one would ever suspect.” Her nerves throbbed with excitement. “Want to listen?”

Green said nothing.

“Why’d you leak the Alexandria Link file?” she asked.

“I told you. To find the traitor. It led us several places. That’s how we discovered the Israeli connection to Pam Malone. Leaking that file set everything in motion.”

“And you had access?”

“Why the questions, Stephanie?”

“Because I was unaware you even knew about the Alexandria Link, much less knew enough details about it to think it would be bait for Israel.”

Green cocked his head sideways in a quizzical fashion. “This is unexpected. A cross-examination.”

She wasn’t going to cut him any slack. Not now. “When we first talked about all this, you made it clear that you leaked the file on purpose, that it contained little other than a reference that Malone knew where George Haddad lived. Yet you specifically mentioned the Abrahamic covenant. How did you know?”

“The file wasn’t all that secret.”

“Really? That’s not what Daley said. He insisted the information inside it was sparse and relatively unknown outside a handful of top people.” She laced her words with insolence. “You weren’t on the list. Yet you knew an awful lot.”

Green stepped from the alcove and made his way back toward the den.

She followed.

Cassiopeia was gone.

Stephanie glanced around, concerned.

“My associates took care of her,” Green said.

She did not like the sound of that. “And who takes care of me?”

Green reached beneath his jacket and produced a gun. “I have that duty. But I needed to speak with you alone first.”

“To see how much I know? How much Cassiopeia knows? And who else knows?”

“I doubt you have help. After all, Stephanie, you aren’t the best-liked person in this government. Daley tried to latch on to you, but that didn’t work out.”

“Your doing?”

Green nodded. “We wired the car with explosives and waited for the right time. All part of the terrorist attack on this nation that will start with Daley and end with Daniels. This country will be worked into a frenzy.”

“Which the VP will exploit, after being sworn in. Then he’ll need a vice president, and that’s where you come in.”

“Not all that many opportunities to advance anymore, Stephanie. You have to take what comes along. I’ll be the perfect choice for the crisis. My confirmation will be unanimous.”

“You’re pathetic.”

He threw her a self-deprecating expression. “I’ll accept that. After all, you have only a few more minutes to live. By the way, you were supposed to become part of the attack. When you showed up at that restaurant I decided to add another layer, but you somehow managed to avoid the men that were sent. I still haven’t learned how you accomplished that one.”

“Good training. Makes all the difference.”

He threw her a cold smile. “I’ll miss that wit.”

“Do you realize what you’re doing? The violent overthrow of a duly elected president?”

“I believe it’s called treason. But Danny Daniels is a weak, inept man who doesn’t know what’s best for this country. He’s Israel’s friend, no matter what, and that alone has crippled us in the Middle East. It’s time for American favoritism to shift. The Arabs have so much more to offer.”

“And the Alexandria Link will do that?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s the new president’s problem, and he says he has it under control.”

“You want to hang around that bad?”

“I wouldn’t call being vice president of the United States hanging around. Since I aided the transition of power in such a critical way, I’ll have a unique relationship. Lots of responsibility and little visibility.”

She motioned at the gun. “You going to kill me?”

“No choice. That CD you have surely incriminates me. I can’t let it go, and I can’t let you go.”

She wondered where Cassiopeia had been taken. This was not unfolding according to plan. And she hadn’t expected Green himself to be toting a weapon. One thought flashed through her mind.

Stall.

“The attorney general of the United States is going to shoot me?”

“I’ve thought about it all day and, unfortunately, there’s little choice.”

“What about all those Christian values I’ve heard you talk about so much?”

“This is the heat of battle and the rules are different. It’s a matter of survival, Stephanie. As I said, I did listen to the recordings Daley saved on the flash drives. The VP’s chief of staff talked a lot about presidential succession. Too much. It’s not incriminating, but it would raise questions. Daley was obviously investigating. That disk you’re holding contains even more. It has to stop here. Of course, your body will never be found. There’s a coffin waiting at the Saudi Arabian embassy. One of their envoys died and wants to be buried at home. You’ll share a ride back to Arabia with him on a diplomatic flight.”

“Got it all figured out, don’t you?”

“Friends can be a good thing. I’m learning that. I went it alone for a long time, but I like being part of a team. The Saudis want only the destruction of Israel. We’ve promised that it can be done. The Israelis think the Saudis are working with them on this one. They aren’t. They’re working with us. Have been from the start.”

“They have no idea what double-dealing pieces of crap all of you are. It’s all about money and power. Nothing more.”

“Anything else you’d like to say?”

She shook her head.

And the gun fired.

VIENNA

THORVALDSEN STOOD WITH GARY. HE’D CALLED JESPER JUST AS they’d left the schmetterlinghaus and told him to send a car and driver. As soon as he and Gary were on their way back to Copenhagen, he’d instruct his aide to release Margarete. He hadn’t bothered to retrieve their clothes. No time. Instead, all he held was the atlas from the library that contained the letters of St. Jerome and St. Augustine.

Cars were coming and going from the lane that led through the trees to the front gate. Not all Order members stayed on the estate. Many chose to visit with friends or enjoy their favorite hotels in Vienna. He recognized some of those arriving and took a moment to chat. That also allowed him to blend with what was happening. But they needed to leave, with the letters, before Hermann awoke.

“Are we in trouble?” Gary asked.

“I’m not sure.” And he wasn’t.

“You whacked both those guys pretty hard.”

He saw the boy was impressed. “I did, didn’t I?”