Alexandria Link (47 page)

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?”

“Don’t want to be here when they wake up.”

Neither did he. “We must keep these letters, and I’m afraid our host will never allow that.”

“What about his daughter? He didn’t seem to care about her.”

“I don’t believe he ever did. Taking her was just something unexpected that caused him to pause long enough for us to act.” He thought of his own dead son. “Men like Alfred care little for family.”

And how awful that must be. He missed his wife and his son. Seeing Gary Malone rush to his defense had both frightened and pleased him. He patted the boy on his shoulder.

“What is it?” Gary asked.

“Your daddy would be proud.”

“Hope he’s all right.”

“Me, too.”

Three cars sped down the main drive and rounded the paved lane. They stopped at the château, and men emerged from the first and third vehicles, each dressed in a dark suit. A quick survey of the surroundings and one of the men opened the rear door of the middle car.

The vice president of the United States climbed out into the afternoon sunshine, dressed casually in a pullover shirt beneath a navy blazer.

Thorvaldsen and Gary stood twenty yards away and watched as security men flanked the vice president and they all strolled toward the château’s main entrance. Halfway, the vice president stopped and changed directions.

Heading straight for them.

Thorvaldsen watched the man with a mixture of anger and disgust. This ambitious fool seemed willing to do anything.

“Not a word, lad,” he said to Gary. “Remember, ears open, mouth shut.”

“I’ve figured that out.”

“You must be Henrik Thorvaldsen,” the vice president said as he came close and introduced himself.

“I am. A pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“None of that sir stuff, okay? You’re one of the wealthiest men in the world and I’m just a politician.”

“What is the saying? One heartbeat away from the presidency?”

The American chuckled. “That’s it. But it’s still a rather dull job. I do get to travel, though, and I enjoy coming to places like this.”

“And what brings you here today?”

“Alfred Hermann and I are friends. I came to pay my respects.”

Another car cruised down the drive. A light-colored BMW with a uniformed driver. Thorvaldsen motioned and the car headed his way.

“Are you leaving?” the vice president asked.

“We have to go into town.”

The American motioned at Gary. “And who is this?”

Thorvaldsen introduced them, using Gary’s real name, and they shook hands.

“Never met a vice president before,” Gary said.

The BMW stopped and the driver emerged, rounding the car and opening the rear door for Thorvaldsen.

“And I never met the son of Cotton Malone,” the vice president said.

Thorvaldsen now realized they were in trouble. Which was doubly confirmed when he spotted Alfred Hermann parading their way, his chief of the guard in tow.

The vice president said, “Brent Green sends his regards.”

And Thorvaldsen saw Green’s betrayal in the man’s hard eyes.

“I’m afraid you’re not going anywhere,” the VP said in a low tone.

Hermann arrived and shoved the car’s rear door shut. “Herr Thorvaldsen will not need the ride. You may go.”

Thorvaldsen was going to protest, make a scene, but he noticed that the chief of the guard assumed a position beside Gary. A gun beneath the man’s jacket was pointed straight at the boy.

The message was clear.

He faced the driver. “That’s correct. Thanks for coming.”

Hermann relieved him of the atlas. “Your options are rapidly fading, Henrik.”

“I would say so,” the vice president said.

Hermann seemed puzzled. “Why are you here? What’s happening?”

“Bring them both inside and I’ll tell you all about it.”

SINAI PENINSULA

MALONE WAITED UNTIL GEORGE HADDAD WAS SAFE BEHIND the bookshelf’s end cap, where he and Pam had assumed a defensive position.

“Back from the dead?” he said to Haddad.

“Resurrection can be glorious.”

“George, that man wants to kill all of you.”

“I gathered. Lucky you’re here.”

“And what if I don’t stop him?”

“Then this entire endeavor would have been a waste.”

He needed to know, “What’s back there?”

“Three more halls and the Reading Room. Each like this one. Not many places to hide.”

He recalled the directory. “I’m just supposed to shoot it out with him?”

“I got you here. Now don’t disappoint me.”

Anger swelled in him. “There were simpler ways of doing this. He could be bringing reinforcements.”

“I doubt that. But I have eyes outside watching to see if anyone else enters the farsh. I’m betting he’s alone and will stay that way.”

“How do you know that? The Israelis have been all over us.”

“They’re gone.” Haddad pointed across the hall. “He’s all that remains.”

Malone caught sight of McCollum dashing through the archway and disappearing deeper into the library. Three more halls and the Reading Room. He was about to violate a multitude of the rules that had kept him alive for twelve years with the Magellan Billet. One was clear—Never go in unless you know how you’re going to get out. But something else he’d learned also occurred to him. When things go bad, anything can hurt you, including doing nothing.

“Know this,” Haddad said. “That man was responsible for your son being taken. He also destroyed your bookshop. He’s as much to blame for you being here as I am. He would have killed Gary, if need be. And he’ll gladly kill you.”

“How do you know that about Gary?” Pam asked.

“The Guardians have access to a wealth of information.”

“And how did you get to be Librarian?” Malone asked.

“Complicated story.”

“I bet it is. You and I are going to have a long talk when this is over.”

Haddad grinned. “Yes, my old friend, we’ll have that long talk.”

Malone pointed at Pam and spoke to Haddad. “Keep her here. She doesn’t follow orders well at all.”

“Go on,” she said. “We’ll be fine.”

He decided to quit arguing and rushed forward down the aisle. At the exit, he stopped to one side. Twenty feet ahead another chamber opened. More towering walls, rows of stone shelving, letters, images, and mosaics from floor to ceiling. He crept forward, but hugged the corridor’s polished sides. He entered the second hall and again took cover at the end of one of the shelf rows. The room was more square than the first, and he noticed a mixture of scrolls and codices.

No sign of movement. This was damn foolish. He was being drawn deeper. At some point McCollum would turn and fight, and on his terms.

But when?

HADDAD WATCHED PAM MALONE. BACK IN LONDON HE’D tried to assess her personality, wondering what she was even doing there. The Guardians had assembled personal information on Cotton Malone, things Haddad knew little about—Malone rarely talked about his wife and family. Theirs had been an academic friendship, spurred by a love of books and a respect for knowledge. But he knew enough, and the time had come to use that knowledge.

“We have to go back there,” he said.

“Cotton said to stay here.”

He allowed his gaze to bore into her. “We have to go back there.” And to prove his point, he removed a pistol from beneath his cloak.

Surprisingly, she did not flinch. “I saw when you looked at McCollum.”

“That the name he gave you?”

She nodded.

“His name is Sabre and he’s a killer. I meant what I said in my apartment in London. I have a debt to pay, and I don’t plan for Cotton to pay it for me.”

“I saw it in your eyes. You wanted him to shoot. But you knew he wouldn’t.”