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“He copped a plea, I take it.”
“Yeah, the DA agreed to it because his caseload was too big. So Hexall did ten years in the big house, then disappeared.” Norton looked at Peter out of the corner of his eye. “I hear he went into business for himself as a private contractor.”
“I don’t suppose you’d have a line on his client list?”
“Nah, I lost track of him a few years back. Hadn’t thought about him much until some big shot from the governor’s office called my boss a few months back and ordered us to lose the file.”
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Peter worked hard to keep his face neutral. “I take it you didn’t like that.”
“Like I said, Hexall is scum. Now he gets to start over? No, I didn’t like that at all.”
“Did you tell your boss you weren’t happy?”
“You bet I did. He just shrugged and said something like, ‘That’s politics.’ He ordered me to put the file on ice.”
“Let me guess, you took a copy home.”
Norton smirked at Peter. “Why would I do a thing like that?” He stopped in front of a dilapidated brownstone and opened the front door with a key. “I’m on the third floor.”
Peter gave most of the file a cursory glance, noticing the detective’s notations in some of the margins. He found what he was looking for on the last page, as he had hoped. There in the small space at the bottom of the page was a single handwritten line. “Record expunged by order of David Breathwaite, New York State Division of Criminal Justice Services.”
“You know the guy?” The detective had watched as a look of pure hatred briefly crossed Peter’s face, then disappeared.
“Yeah, I know him. He’s currently doing twenty-five to life for trying to have a friend of mine killed.”
“Hexall do his dirty work?”
“Not exactly, but I’m guessing he played a role.”
“I’d like to say I’m surprised, but I’d be lying.”
“Looks like Mr. Hexall and I are going to have a little meeting.”
“Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. Hey, does this mean I can put his file back on the books?”
“You can as far as I’m concerned, but your boss might not like it.”
“He’ll be fine when I tell him where the high and mighty hotshot from the governor’s office is now.”
“Thanks for the help.”
“Yeah. Like I said, Hexall’s scum. If he’s hanging around at presidential balls, it’s because he’s up to something.”
“The only thing he’s going to be up to when I’m done with him is a ten-by-twelve cell at Sing Sing.”
Peter booked himself on the next flight to Washington out of LaGuardia. He wanted to tell Kate in person what he’d discovered.
Breathwaite had ordered the hit on Jay, using Hexall to carry it out.
Hexall must have donated enough money to earn him an invitation to the ball so he could get close to Kate and Jay, and he must have been listening when Jay told President Hyland about her next assignment.
Peter shook his head sadly. Jay had been killed to make Kate pay for putting Breathwaite behind bars. The superintendent at the Southport Lynn Ames
Correctional Facility where Breathwaite was being held was a friend; Peter planned to make a phone call to him very soon. Breathwaite no doubt was in the Special Housing Unit for his own protection. Perhaps a little time in the general population would be good for him.
President Hyland stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom trying for the fifth time to tie his bowtie; he was due at the National Press Club in thirty minutes. This was to be an important speech, one in which he outlined his goals for the next four years and established a good rapport with the media. He grunted in frustration as the silk slipped through his moist fingers.
“Let me help you with that.” Mimi Hyland slipped behind her husband and guided him to the bed. “Sit down over here so I can reach it.” She was worried about him. Twice in the past eight hours, he’d had to use his emergency inhaler. Normally, his asthma was so well controlled that he had no need to use it at all. She tied the knot with sure, quick movements.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” The president looked up at his beautiful wife. They’d been college sweethearts; he swore it was arguing with her about politics back then that made him such a sharp debater now.
She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. “You’re sweating.”
“A little.”
“Honey, are you feeling all right? Maybe we should call Ben.”
“I don’t need a doctor, Mimi. I’m okay. It’s just a little warm in here.”
Mimi shook her head. “No, it’s not, and I’m worried about you. First it was the difficulty breathing and now this.”
He pulled her to him. “I’m fine, sweetheart. It’s just been one of those days. You worry too much.”
“I love you, and this country and I need you to be healthy.”
“You don’t need to worry—I plan to stick around for a long, long time.”
“You’d better.”
“I’ve got to go. I’m going to be late.”
“I’ll see you later.” She smiled at him coyly. “If you’re a good boy, I might even wait up for you.”
“In that case, I’ll be very good and very brief.” He kissed her on the mouth before shrugging into his tuxedo jacket and walking through the doorway.
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and mingled, drinking champagne while swapping pleasantries. Kate glanced around at the crowd, trying to locate the Russian ambassador; she was also scanning for Keith. The president had shown her an old college picture of the two of them together, so she had some idea what he looked like.
She spotted the ambassador by the fireplace; he was talking to a group of American businessmen, some of whom Kate recognized. Wayne Grayson, the head of Grayson Enterprises, Matthew Wood, CEO of Wood Communications, and Andre L’Andreu, the money behind Oxycon Oil, were laughing at something the ambassador said. Kate was curious about the coziness of the group but was more focused on the task before her. She closed the distance between her and the group, waited for an appropriate opening, and introduced herself to the ambassador.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Ambassador, but I bring you greetings from President Hyland. He was very sorry he could not attend himself, but as I’m sure you can imagine, he cannot be in two places at once.”
“My dear, Ms. Kyle,” he said in heavily accented English, “no offense to your new president, but I think I prefer your company, no?
You are beautiful woman.”
The men, standing in a loose semicircle, all murmured their agreement.
“Thank you, Mr. Ambassador, I am most flattered.”
“Have you met these lovely gentlemen?” The ambassador gestured to his companions.
“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”
The ambassador made the introductions; Kate shook each man’s hand.
“If you’ll excuse me for a moment,” Grayson said. He moved off to address a man standing some twenty feet away, near the baby grand piano.
Kate watched him go, thinking to herself that the man with whom Grayson was engaged in conversation seemed oddly familiar to her.
Before she had time to ponder that notion further, she caught sight in her peripheral vision of a man she thought could be Keith.
“If you’ll excuse me for a moment, gentlemen.”
“Of course, Ms. Kyle,” said the ambassador. “Please be sure to give my best wishes and those of my government to your president.”
“I will, Mr. Ambassador.”
The man standing with Wayne Grayson by the piano whispered urgently. “She must have spotted the contact she was sent to meet.”
“You’re sure this mystery man knows too much?” Grayson asked.
“Positiv
e. The president was very specific in his instructions. Kyle was to meet him, get the information, and report back immediately.”
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“You’ve done well. Eliminate them both. They’re a threat to our plans and our organization.” Grayson wasn’t entirely comfortable trusting a job this important to one of the Viper’s underlings, but it was necessary. The Viper couldn’t be in two places at once, either, and taking care of the president was the top priority. This man, hired and trained by the Viper, would have to do.
“They will be dead before they can leave the grounds.”
Kate moved as casually as she could over to the bar area where Keith was standing. When she was right next to his ear, she whispered,
“You’ve got a little more gray hair than you did in college.”
Keith laughed nervously. “I’ve earned it. None of us, except for Charlie, of course, looks as good as we did back then. You must be Kate.”
“I am.”
“Charlie speaks very highly of you.”
“I think the world of him.”
“Good, then I can count on you to keep him safe.” Keith looked around the room. “We’ve got company.”
“I take it from the way you’re saying it, you don’t mean that in a good way.” Her eyes followed his over to where the man who had been talking with Grayson was still standing.
“I’m afraid not. He’s Secret Service.”
Kate tried to place him. “How do you know that?”
“It’s the way he stands, the way he scans the room.”
“That’s impressive.”
Keith laughed nervously again. “Or it could also be the fact that I’ve been through his dossier.”
“Oh. You know, you could’ve gotten away with me thinking it was just brilliant deductive reasoning on your part.”
“I can see why Charlie likes you. Okay, listen. I’m going to tell you what I know, then we’re going to have to devise an exit strategy.”
“Okay.”
“This thing is a lot bigger than we thought. The order may have come from someone high up in the administration—”
“It was the vice president.”
“Okay, that makes sense. Kate,” Keith locked eyes with her, “he’s nothing more than a pawn.”
“For Bob Hawthorne?”
“No. Hawthorne is a pawn, too.”
“Then who?”
“It’s a loosely organized syndicate known as the Commission. Its members are some of the wealthiest, most powerful men in the world.
Three of them are here tonight.”
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“Grayson?”
“Yes, along with Wood and L’Andreu.”
“They’re looking to expand their markets to China?”
“Most likely. But it’s more than that—if they could set up factories and manufacturing plants in China, they could cut their production costs by millions.”
“Cheap labor.”
“Exactly.”
Kate’s mind was spinning. “How does that tie in with the president’s safety?”
“These people are intent on ‘opening up the world to democracy’ so that they can control the world’s economy. It’s not going to stop with China. They want the whole Communist bloc.”
“It sounds like you’ve seen too many old spy movies, Keith. The wealthy are going to take over the world?” The expression on his face was enough to convince her that he was dead serious.
“I wouldn’t be here—wouldn’t have risked everything—if I hadn’t seen the evidence myself,” Keith said vehemently.
“All right. I believe you. They’re pretty greedy, eh?”
“You don’t know the half of it. Charlie would never allow the kind of manipulation these power-hungry megalomaniacs have in mind. Now that he knows pieces of the plan and will put a stop to it, they need to get him out of the way.”
Kate tried to wrap her brains around the words. “Out of the way?”
“Yes, before he figures out who’s behind it and why, they’re going to take him down.”
“With one rogue Secret Service agent?”
“No, Kate. I wish that was all it was. The Commission has spent years getting ‘soldiers’ into place. They’ve used blackmail, coercion, bribes—anything you can think of. They have people everywhere, in every walk of life, ready to do their bidding.”
“Including the Secret Service.”
“Yes. I’m guessing either Hawthorne or the vice president or both are part of the Commission’s network.”
It was inconceivable to Kate that men at the very pinnacle of politics could be convinced to play with the balance of power in the world on behalf of a few selfish businessmen. “How do you know all this?”
“My boss is one of their pawns. I found a detailed diary he kept on the network. I think he was hoping to turn the tables and use it against them someday.”
“I take it you got caught snooping.”
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something is imminent.” His eyes implored her. “With my cover blown, I couldn’t risk going to him directly. I thought maybe there was still a chance I could get the information to him without them knowing.” He looked again in the Secret Service agent’s direction. “I can see it’s too late for that.”
Kate put a hand on Keith’s arm. “It’s okay. I promise you I won’t let you or the president down. I’ll leave right away.”
Keith glanced around the room. He saw an FBI agent blocking the back exit, the Secret Service agent he had identified before, and two others strategically placed around the room. He knew there was no way for both of them to make it. Softly, he said, “Kate, you’re a runner, right?”
“Is it that obvious?”
He smiled at her. “Let’s just say it’s clear that you’re in good shape.
We’ll never get out of here alive together. I count four hostiles—one FBI and three Secret Service.”
“Lousy odds.”
“Yes, they are, so we’re going to fix that. I’m going to create a diversion. As soon as I do, you need to make a break for the front door.
Are you ready?”
Kate took in Keith’s grim expression and the tears in his eyes. In a moment of clarity, she knew he was going to sacrifice himself so she could escape. “Is there no other way?”
“No. Good luck, Kate. Tell Charlie it’s been a privilege.”
Before she could say another word, he was moving across the room, weaving as though he’d had too much to drink. Along the way, he knocked into a waiter, spilling drinks on several individuals. He staggered into the piano, his hands landing hard on the keys, and he stumbled into the arms of a man Kate recognized as either FBI or Secret Service.
She saw a flash of metal she recognized as a gun with a silencer when the man’s coat fell open; it galvanized her to action. She began moving away from the commotion toward the front door. Just as she was reaching for the door handle, she felt a hand on her elbow.
She smelled cologne mingled with sweat and felt his breath hot on her ear.
“Ms. Kyle, President Hyland has asked me to escort you to the National Press Club.”
Kate turned and smiled at the Secret Service agent she’d seen with Grayson earlier. “Did he now? That was awfully thoughtful of him.
Thanks just the same, I brought my own car.” As she said the last word, she stomped as hard as she could on the agent’s foot with her stiletto The Value of Valor
heel, simultaneously twisting out of his grasp. She brought her knee up hard into his crotch and bolted out the door.
President Hyland was midway into his remarks. He was having trouble catching his breath and ran his fingers under his shirt collar in a vain effort to get more air. Sweat ran into his eyes as he struggled to read the words on the TelePrompTer. His stomach felt as though it was going to rebel. He pa
used for a moment, trying to regroup.
A buzz started through the audience as it became obvious that something was wrong with the president.
He coughed once and stumbled forward into the podium, grabbing his chest. Those around him on the dais rushed to his aid as he fell to the floor unconscious. Secret Service agents, including the Viper, surrounded him while others cleared the auditorium.
People ran in every direction, shouting instructions. In the midst of the pandemonium, the Viper administered a dose of pancuronium that would render the president paralyzed. Only his heart would continue to beat, but the Commission had that detail covered, too. Paramedics appeared with a gurney seconds later, one of them giving the Viper a knowing nod. He was the one who would ensure that the EKG adhesive pads were treated with a non-transmitting gel that would prevent the heartbeat from being detected. They took vital signs, hooked up IVs, and prepared the president for transport to Bethesda Naval Hospital.
Within five minutes of his collapse, the president was loaded into an ambulance. Lights and sirens blazing, it made its way, accompanied by a phalanx of other official vehicles, along the emergency route mapped out in advance by the Secret Service.
As the president’s medical team assembled at Bethesda awaiting the ambulance’s arrival, a Secret Service agent approached a middle-aged doctor waiting at the emergency room doors. “Dr. Conrad? Dr. Benjamin Conrad?”
“Yes,” the president’s personal physician replied.
“Please come with me, sir.” When it looked as though he would resist, the agent added, “There’s been a change in plans. Please, Doctor, there’s no time to waste.”
Ben Conrad followed the agent down a series of hallways to a stairwell on the opposite side of the building from the emergency entrance. As the agent opened the door to the stairwell, the doctor asked,
“What’s going on here? Where are you taking me?”
The agent shoved the doctor roughly through the doorway and down a flight of stairs. Before the doctor could get up, the agent was on him, propelling him outside and into the backseat of a waiting car. The agent spoke into a microphone on his lapel. “We’ve got him.”
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In his earpiece, he heard Wayne Grayson say, “Good, now get rid of him and make it look like an overdose.”