David Baldacci - Daylight

It was Lindsey Axilrod.

Axilrod continued, “She knows a lot, too much, but she doesn’t know about either of you. She just thinks this is about drugs.”

“Now you’re the one lying,” snapped Franklin. “She told me about the penthouse. She’s figured out its true purpose. How the hell did they find out about that?”

Axilrod groaned. “Shit, Tony. He must’ve found out.”

“And she mentioned Warren Graham.”

Gorman snapped, “She’s full of crap. If Graham were onto us I would know, trust me.”

“Well, we have to get rid of Puller and the woman,” said Axilrod. “And we have to do it now. And then I’m going to find Pine and slit her throat.”

The next moment Pine kicked the door open. One pistol was pointed at Gorman, the other at Axilrod.

“Well, here’s your chance,” said Pine.

They all three turned to the doorway. Franklin screamed as Gorman grabbed her and put her between himself and Pine. He held a knife blade against the woman’s neck.

“Put down the gun or she’s dead.”

“That won’t be happening,” replied Pine. “So slit away.”

Axilrod heaved a chair at Pine and she had to duck. A second later the trio fled out of sight and continued down the passage.

Two shots fired at her kept Pine from charging headlong after them.

She waited a few moments and then peered around the corner. She jumped back as another shot tore a chunk of the wall off. Some of the shrapnel cut her cheek.

She peered back around the corner, saw the hall was clear, and hustled down it. She launched sideways, rolled, and came up firing as another man, large and beefy, charged at her from another doorway. Three rounds from her Glock hit him in the chest, and he slumped against the wall and slowly slid down it, dead.

She kept going and started to sprint as she saw a doorway farther down the hall start to open. She left the floor, leaping forward, then landed a devastating kick against the door, slamming it backward and catching the man behind it flush in the face.

He screamed in pain and tried to lift his pistol.

He never got the chance because Pine crushed his hand between the door and doorjamb. He dropped the gun, fell to his knees, and caught a kick right under his chin, lifting him backward. The back of his head banged into the wall, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

Pine heard someone scream.

It was Blum.

Pine rushed into the room and around a corner. And stopped dead, her chest heaving and both pistols held out in front of her. She had a myriad of targets.

And two hostages. Three, if she counted Franklin.

From above them, they heard the cacophonies of sirens.

As she faced off with Gorman and Axilrod, she also was looking at Robert Puller and Carol Blum. They were both bound and gagged. And Gorman was pointing one gun at Blum’s head, and one at Pine, while Axilrod had her weapon pointed at Puller. Franklin was cowering on the floor in the corner.

“We seem to be at a standoff, Agent Pine,” said Gorman calmly.

“I don’t see a way out for you,” said Pine, lifting her gaze to the ceiling for a moment. “The cavalry is almost here.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“I’m not sure what you expect to get out of this,” said Pine.

“We have hostages. That gives us leverage. You want these people alive, there is a price to be paid.”

“I would imagine that you know the FBI does not allow kidnappers to walk out with hostages.”

“Then they’re dead. Are you prepared for that?”

Pine forced herself not to look at either Blum or Puller.

“I won’t be the one pulling the trigger on them. But if you do, I will pull the trigger on you.”

Gorman shook his head and smiled. “Goes with the territory.”

Pine said to Axilrod, “That go for you, too, Lindsey? Are you sure you can pull the trigger with that bum hand?”

The woman just stared back venomously at Pine and said nothing.

“You need to become more nuanced, Lindsey. Your poker face sucks.”

“You’re not walking out of here alive, Pine,” snapped Axilrod.

“If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that.” She glanced at Franklin, “Well, Congresswoman, where do you stand on all this? You ready to go down with the ship?”

Franklin fought back tears and whimpered, “I . . . I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, thanks for the help,” said Pine derisively.

The sirens had stopped but now they heard feet thundering above them.

Pine slid her fingers right up to the triggers on both her guns.

“You’re out of time, Gorman,” she said.

“Good-bye, Pine,” said Gorman. “You fought the good fight. And see what it got you?”

The shot hit him right in the middle of the forehead, and blood geysered into the air from the entry spot. He slumped to the floor dead.

Pine jumped to the left wondering where the hell the bullet that had just killed Adam Gorman had come from.

Axilrod had ducked down out of the way. Now she screamed and started to raise her gun to shoot Blum, but Pine hit her with a ferocious kick that leveled the woman and sent her gun spinning out of her hand.

When Axilrod tried to struggle to her feet, Pine laid her out with a crushing blow to the jaw that put the woman down for good.

Pine whirled around at the doorway where the kill shot on Gorman had come from.

The door swung slowly open.

And there stood a heavily bandaged and pale John Puller, his M11 dangling down next to his right side. In a flash, Pine realized that Puller had fired through the gap between the back edge of the door and the doorjamb.

“John?” said a bewildered Pine. “What in the hell?”

“Army strong, Atlee,” he said quietly before collapsing to the floor.

CHAPTER

69

THERE WILL BE VERY LIMITED public disclosure of this,” said Warren Graham.

He was sitting in a conference room at the New York Field Office. Arrayed around him were Pine, the two Pullers, and Carol Blum.

“Why?” said Pine sharply.

Graham placed his hands palms down on the table as though he needed additional support for what he was about to say.

“It’s complicated and multilayered, but I’ll give you the Cliffs-Notes version.” He paused, seemingly to marshal his thoughts. “We have dozens and dozens of open indictments. They range from politicians at the federal and state levels to Wall Street money types to CEOs to judges to bureaucrats to cops to intel agents, and even to some people who ‘used’ to work for the Bureau. There will be more indictments as this unfolds. We have also arrested twenty foreign suspects.”

“So were other countries behind this?” asked Robert Puller.

“Doubtful. Our counterparts in other countries are now investigating similar operations going on there. Apparently, blackmail and pay-to-play ops do not stop at one country’s borders.”

When Pine started to say something, Graham lifted his hand. “Let me finish, Agent Pine. I will not downplay the seriousness of all of this. We all paid the price for their dereliction of duty. Now, some of them were innocent dupes, caught up in something that they never imagined would happen to them.”

Pine could contain herself no longer. “But they had choices, sir. They could have gone to the police. They could have come to us. They could have gone public.”

Robert Puller added, “Or they could have resigned their positions and thus taken away the possibility that they could use their positions to hurt this country.”

“They could have done all those things,” agreed Graham. “But none of them, not a one that we know of, at least, chose to do so.”

John Puller said, “But after having been blackmailed, why wouldn’t they warn others about this scheme? I mean, if they knew colleagues were going to these places and would be filmed and then blackmailed?”