First Family kam-4

by David Baldacci

  Foster looked confused. "All right, but what exactly are you supposed to do in there? From what the HRT said, the woman is unconscious."

  Jane and the president looked at each other. She said, "All I can tell you is that I was told that the president and I were to go inside the house and see the woman. That was it."

  The president said, "And we were to go in alone. At least that's what Jane was told," he added hastily.

  Waters and Foster exchanged a worried look. Foster said, "Mr. President, I don't like this at all. The only reason for someone to bring you here is to do you harm. Nothing else makes sense. That building might as well have an X painted on the roof. We need to take this chopper back to Huntsville and go home. Right now."

  "And then my niece dies!" exclaimed the president. "You really just expect me to fly away and let that happen?"

  "Sir, I understand what you must be going through. But you don't have a choice. And neither do I. You are the president of the United States. Your safety cannot be compromised. As far as my duty is concerned no life takes precedence over yours. Not your niece." He glanced at Jane. "Not even your wife's. That's the law. That is my job, and I intend to carry that mission out."

  "I don't give a damn about the law. Or your mission, Foster. We're talking about a little girl's life. I will not go back."

  "Sir, please don't make me do this the hard way. I told you I had the authority to force you to go back and I am prepared to exercise that authority right now."

  "Didn't your people check this place out? Haven't those HRT fellows checked everything out? What danger is there? Is the woman in there going to jump up and kill me?"

  "She's on a neck-trach ventilator," answered Foster.

  "Then she's no threat to me. You brought the bomb dogs. They found nothing. There's an army of heavily armed men out there. You told me we have aircraft and choppers all over the sky. Only a tank, plane, or mobile or fixed missile launcher could hit that house from long-distance, and I really don't think there are any of those in the great state of Alabama that don't belong to us. We're all alone out here. What could hurt me? What?"

  "Sir, if I knew where the danger was, it would cease to be dangerous. It's the unknown that I'm concerned about."

  "Unknown!" snapped the president. "Let me tell you about the known, then, Larry. If I turn around and fly back home and let my niece die when I could have saved her and the word gets out, I will lose this election, pure and simple. Do you understand that, my friend?"

  Foster, Waters, and the other agents in the chopper all exchanged glances, obviously not quite believing what they had just heard.

  "Okay," Foster began slowly. "You'll lose the election."

  "That didn't come out in quite the way the president intended," Jane said quickly after noting the men's stunned looks even if her husband hadn't. "The president is very upset about all this, as am I. He is terribly worried about our niece, as am I. But he has worked long and hard for this country. We do not intend to allow some criminal psychopath or terrorist cell to either harm our niece or change the history of this country by denying my husband a second term. My niece's life is of course paramount, but there is a lot at stake here. A lot, gentlemen. Let's not kid ourselves."

  "I'm sorry, Mrs. Cox," said Foster, shaking his head. "Even with all that I'm not going to let either of you go in that building." He spoke into his headset to the pilot. "Jim, let's prepare to go back-"

  Foster did not finish what he was going to say because at that moment Dan Cox grabbed the pistol off the agent sitting next to him, smacked off the safety, and leveled the gun's muzzle against his own temple.

  "Jesus Christ, sir," cried out Foster.

  Waters exclaimed, "Mr. President, don't-"

  "Shut up, just both of you shut the hell up!" roared Cox. "Now, anyone attempts to stop us, Larry, you can escort my body back to D.C. and explain to everyone there how you tried to protect me by driving me insane enough to blow my own brains out!"

  He motioned to Jane. "Get out, Jane." He looked back at Foster. "I'm going in that building with my wife. We will be in there for no longer than a few minutes. And there will be no electronic surveillance or listening devices on that structure. The kidnapper was very clear on that. When we're done then we will leave, get on this chopper, and fly back. Then my niece will hopefully be released and every single one of you will forget that any of this happened. Am I clear!"

  The men didn't speak; they just continued to stare at their president with a pistol against his head.

  The silence was finally broken by Waters. "Sir, if you insist on doing this, you have to do one thing."

  "I am giving the orders here, not the FBI!"

  Waters glanced at Jane. "It was something that Sean King told us, ma'am. Something he found out. You trust him, right?"

  She slowly nodded.

  "Then you have to do exactly what I'm about to tell you. Will you both do that?"

  "If it means we can go in that building over there and get this done, yes!" said the president.

  A few minutes later Jane, her long coat drawn around her, and the president climbed out of the chopper. When the HRT squad saw the president with a gun in hand they did something they ordinarily would never do. They froze.

  "Mr. President?" said the squad leader with a quizzical look.

  "Get out of my way!" yelled Cox. The squad leader, a veteran of two wars and countless gun battles with homicidal drug dealers and assorted nutcases wielding big guns with no regard for human life, nearly jumped a foot off the ground. With his path clear to the house, Cox took his wife's hand and they walked on. Reaching the small porch, they looked at each other once, and then stepped inside.

  CHAPTER 82

  THE FIRST COUPLE stood looking down at Tippi Quarry as the machine inflated her lungs, the oxygen seeped into her nose, and the monitor recorded the jumps of her heart and the status of her other vitals.

  "Over thirteen years she's been like this," said Jane. "I had no idea."

  The president studied her. "I don't remember her, honey, I swear I don't. She has a pretty face, though."

  When he said this she moved slightly away from him. He didn't seem to notice. "Tippi Quarry?" he said inquiringly.

  "Yes."

  "In Atlanta?"

  "That's right. At the PR firm that helped handle your early Senate campaign launch. She was a volunteer there, fresh out of college."

  "How do you know all that?"

  "I took the trouble to find out. I took the trouble to find out about all the ladies you seemed so interested in back then."

  "I know I put you through hell." He looked back at Tippi. "I don't remember having any contact with her at all."

  "That's no doubt why no one ever put the two of you together. But you did have contact with her. Something that even surprised me. I found you two together in our hotel room. She was screaming for you to get off her, but it was too late. You'd already finished. It took me hours to calm her down while you were lying in a corner passed out from too much gin and not enough tonic."

  "Why didn't the police come, then? Are you sure it wasn't consensual?"

  "She didn't phone the police because I finally convinced her what a mess it would be if the incident became public. That it was only her word against yours, she was in our hotel room, and that I couldn't testify against my own husband. You were on your way to the Senate and possibly the presidency. She was a young woman with her whole future ahead of her. A future that could be ruined if something like this came out. If people thought she had instigated the sex. Tried to take advantage of your position. Tried to trap you somehow. I was very persuasive. I even told her that it was a disease you had. I painted a very sympathetic picture."

  "Thank you, Jane. You saved me. Again."

  She said coldly, "I hated you back then. I hated you for what you did to her. And to me."

  "Like you said, it was a sickness. I've changed. I worked through it. You know that. It never happened again, did
it?"

  "It happened one more time."

  "But I didn't force myself on that woman. And after that, there was no more. I worked hard at it, Jane. I cleaned up my act."

  "Your act? Dan, this wasn't a case of leaving your underwear on the floor. You forced yourself on that poor woman."

  "But I never did it again. That's my point. I changed. I moved on."

  "Well, she sure as hell didn't have the chance to move on."

  The president suddenly thought of something. He looked wildly around the small room. "You don't suppose there are any recording devices in here, do you?"

  "I think the man has all he needs. Even without this poor woman."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean Willa."

  "What about her?"

  "She's your daughter. And he knows it."

  The president, his face pale, slowly turned to look at his wife. "Willa is my daughter?"

  "Don't be stupid, Dan. What, did you think that Diane Wright was just going to go away when she got pregnant?"

  Cox put an arm against the wall to steady himself. "Why the hell didn't you tell me this before?"

  "What would you have done if I had?"

  "I… well-I-"

  "Right. Nothing, as usual. So I came in and cleaned up yet another mess."

  "Why didn't she just have an abortion?"

  "And end up like her?" said Jane, motioning to Tippi. "And it's not quite as easy as you think, Danny. I contacted her. Told her that it would be okay. That I understood what had happened and didn't hold it against her."

  "How did it happen?"

  "Apparently you picked her up, I believe in a bar. You must have been extremely charming to convince her to have sex that quickly. Or perhaps it speaks to the class of woman you were attracted to."

  He put a hand to his forehead. "I don't remember any of it. I swear."

  "So you don't remember Sean King bringing you home?"

  "King? Sean King? He knows?"

  "He found you in the car with her. And he's never said a word about it to anyone."

  "So that's why you befriended him?"

  "That was one reason, yes."

  He looked sharply at her. "Were there other reasons?"

  "Don't you even dare ask me that."

  "I'm sorry, Jane. I'm sorry."

  "Wright called me back about a month later. She'd missed her period. Then she'd found out for sure that she was pregnant. She was certain you were the father. She hadn't had sex with anyone else. In fact, you were her first, she said. I believed her. She didn't want any money or anything. She was just scared, didn't know what to do. Much like Tippi Quarry. Tuck and Pam were living in Italy at the time. She had gotten pregnant, but had miscarried. She didn't tell anyone other than me and Tuck. And the fact was that the baby was yours, even if you had it by a woman other than your wife. I couldn't just let it go to a stranger, because I knew Wright wasn't going to keep it. It was still your blood. I made an arrangement with Wright, and eight months later she traveled to Italy. I met her there. When the baby was delivered I took it to Pam and Tuck. When Pam came home later everyone just assumed the little girl was hers."

  "You kept all that from me?"

  "Considering what you've tried to keep from me over the years, I'd say I have a lot of ground to make up."

  "But why all this for-"

  "For a baby you got by screwing another woman? Like I said, she's your blood. She's your child, Dan. One of us had to take responsibility for it. And that one was me. It's always been me!"

  "You never told them? Tuck and Pam? That Willa was mine?"

  "How could I? Go up to him and say 'Oh, by the way, dear brother, this is Dan's bastard child. Would you like her?' And Diane Wright never met Pam or Tuck. She just assumed I'd lined up someone to take the baby. I never wanted her to know Willa's new identity for obvious reasons. But Sean King found out that Pam only gave birth to two children. That's why I had to keep the kidnapper's letters from everyone and try to cover things up."

  "I don't understand."

  "If they found out Willa was adopted, people might start digging, Dan. Like your political enemies. They could locate Diane Wright, maybe figure it out. Tie you to having sex with her and me arranging her baby, your baby, to go to my brother. There is no spin you can put on all that. Your career would've been over."

  "I see. I am very fond of Willa," said the president. "I always have been. Maybe I sensed a connection with her."

  "She's smart and good and sweet. And I would do anything to get her back safely."

  The president looked at Tippi. "But we had nothing to do with her ending up like this."

  Jane wiped her eyes with a tissue. "I did. She called me in a panic when she found out she was pregnant. She couldn't tell her parents, she said. They wouldn't understand. She also didn't want to carry it to term. I couldn't blame her since you forced yourself on her. Abortion was the only option. I couldn't have her go to a hospital or a real physician. Something might have come out. Her parents might have been contacted. It had to be done quickly and quietly. I knew of someone who could do it. I even drove her there and dropped her off. I paid for the procedure and gave her money for a cab home. The idiot obviously botched it. I… I never knew that this had happened, though. I never followed up. I guess I never wanted to follow up. I just wanted to forget all about it."

  "A tragedy all around," the president said numbly, still looking down at Tippi.

  "We should do this," Jane said. "And then get out of here. And get Willa back."

  "Honey, if Waters is right about what he told us in the chopper, then we won't be getting Willa back."

  "What do you mean?"

  "He wants to kill us. This Quarry fellow. He may try to do so when we leave here."

  "How can he? We're surrounded by an army. We're always surrounded by an army."

  "I don't know, but if that was his intent all along? He'll certainly try."

  "So what are you saying?"

  "That we need to focus on us surviving this. If there is an assassination attempt and it fails he'll know about it. He'll kill Willa, if she's not already dead. But then he'll also try to reveal what happened. We have to be prepared for that. We have to concoct an alternative. Whatever proofs he might think he has, I know my people can counter them. He's just one man. I have an army of spin masters."

  "He may be only one man, but look what he's done so far."

  "That doesn't matter. It only matters how it ends. Now let's do what Quarry asked us to do and get out of here."

  They stood in front of the bed and held hands.

  Jane spoke first. "I'm sorry, Tippi. I never intended for this to happen. I'm truly sorry."

  The president cleared his throat. "I hope you will forgive me for what I did to you. I… it's not enough to say that I don't remember, or that I wasn't myself. It was my responsibility. And I'll have to live with that for the rest of my life. I'm sorry too, Tippi. Deeply, deeply sorry."

  Jane lightly touched Tippi's hand. The president started to do the same thing, but then apparently thought better of it and withdrew his fingers.

  They turned to the doorway.

  The HRT squad was a few feet away, Foster, Waters, and the Secret Service team right behind them, all poised to act on a second's notice. In the bunker Carlos clearly saw the couple on the monitor.

  He punched the single button on the remote. This caused two things to happen simultaneously.

  The left side of the doorjamb was blown out as a nearly two-inch-thick metal door hidden in the cavity of the wall there sprang forth, powered by a hydraulic propulsion system concealed in the wall behind the lead sheathing. This action sealed the First Couple in the room.

  Then, inside the room, there was a hissing sound. Around the perimeter of the interior were holes carefully precut into a metal lining underneath the subfloor. This was what the HRT drill had hit, not the cement, but a second subfloor hidden away in a cavity of the foundation. Inside this
cavity were a series of connected metal cylinders containing nitrogen gas. They had been hooked to the splitter cable Quarry had run up through the PVC pipe in the foundation, and then triggered by the remote. The gas rose up through the holes in the metal and then passed through the narrow gaps in the floorboards. The tanks were under great pressure and deployed their contents with force. Soon the small space was filled with nitrogen gas.

  Nitrogen occurs naturally, but it also depletes oxygen and in certain circumstances can be lethal. Humans exposed to unsafe levels of the gas don't feel any pain. They lapse into unconsciousness quickly and without really realizing what is happening. They are never aware that in a very few minutes they will suffocate as the oxygen is displaced. For this reason countries that were rethinking bringing back the death penalty were looking at deploying nitrogen in a gas chamber because it worked so quickly and painlessly.

  They would do well to have studied Sam Quarry's model, since the man from Alabama had built the perfect execution chamber disguised as a shack.

  Tippi's life support system included an oxygen converter and oxygen tank that together fed a mixture of pure and room-mixed oxygen into the ventilator trach tube and from there into her lungs. The mixture was very carefully calibrated, only now there was no oxygen left in the room. And the amount of pure oxygen coming from the tank wasn't nearly enough to make up the difference. In her terribly weakened condition, she expired almost immediately. The monitor screeched this result as she flatlined. Her hell on earth was finally over.

  Outside, the frantic HRT squad and the Secret Service team were deploying every tool they had to get the door open short of opening fire or detonating a bomb, either of which could kill the people inside. They attacked the metal door and the walls, only to find welded metal under the boards. Men in suits next to men in fatigues clambered onto the roof with axes and chain saws but their efforts were blunted by heavy shingles and sheets of metal screwed down into thick wood. The little house was nearly impenetrable.

  Yet they never gave up on their assault. Eight minutes later, using power saws, sledgehammers, a hydraulic battering ram, and pure sweat and muscle, they managed to knock down the metal door. Five men rushed in and then immediately rushed back out gagging from the lack of oxygen. Other agents donned oxygen masks and ran inside.