Lynn Ames - Beyond Instinct

by Lynn Ames

  Vaughn laughed in spite of the seriousness of the situation. The cartoon reference was completely at odds with the woman who made it.

  “Then when he assigned you to my trip, I knew something was afoot. It was just one too many coincidences.”

  “Did Fairhaven and Pordras know you were looking into all this?”

  “I’m sure they did. After all, the fact that Jennifer worked in my office was splashed all over the newspapers. Add to that the fact that I requested information from the FBI and CIA on the Andrews Air Force Base explosion, and you can draw your own conclusions.”

  “No doubt that made Fairhaven and Pordras very nervous.”

  “Agent Elliott, I don’t know if you have any idea how much money we’re talking about here, but the little heroin scam they’re masterminding brings in millions of dollars a year.”

  “Enough money to kill for,” Vaughn said.

  “You bet your salary. I do have to admire their audacity and ingenuity, though. Killing the majority leader on foreign soil is a stroke of genius. If you hadn’t figured it out…”

  “You didn’t need me to figure it out, Madam Majority Leader. You already knew.”

  “I suspected. That’s different.”

  “So you willingly left yourself vulnerable?”

  The majority leader shook her head. “I left all of my investigative notes and proof in the hands of the Director of the FBI before I left Washington. If anything had happened to me, he would’ve had enough probable cause to bring in Pordras and Fairhaven.”

  “But you would’ve been dead.”

  “I had faith in you, Agent Elliott. Great faith. Now I know that it was well placed.”

  Vaughn blushed.

  “What do you say?” Stowe asked. She checked her reflection in the mirror. “Shall we put those bastards in their place?”

  Vaughn laughed and shook the majority leader’s outstretched hand. “Nothing would give me greater pleasure. I’ve got an agent on the ground in D.C., and FBI officers waiting outside Fairhaven’s townhouse and Pordras’s house. They’ve been in place all night.”

  “I suspect their jobs might be made easier with an arrest warrant from the U.S. Attorney. God knows we’ve got more than enough probable cause to hold them on any number of federal charges right now. Do you have a cell phone I can borrow? I suspect mine might have been compromised.” She winked.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Stowe took the phone and dialed a number from memory. “Jordan? This is Majority Leader Stowe.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Edgar Fairhaven hung up the phone and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He’d been asleep for less than fifteen minutes when the shrill ring jarred him awake. His first thought was that it would be news from Mauritania, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was a new alert from the Federal Aviation Administration. It seemed that Elliott, Coulter, and McNally had boarded a plane from Paris to Mali. It was due to arrive at approximately the same time as the congressional delegation the next morning.

  Fairhaven stood up and raked a hand irritably through his hair. Although the information seemed credible, so did the last report that had the trio arriving in New York. Still, it made more sense to him that Elliott would return to Mali, since that was where the hit was originally scheduled to take place. She must not have sussed out the unscheduled stop in Mauritania. If she had, there was no reason for her to be traveling to Mali.

  “Screw you for jerking my chain, Elliott,” Fairhaven screamed out loud. It was the middle of the night, he was exhausted, and he was tired of cat and mouse games. His hands shook with rage. He snapped up a book from the bedside table and hurled it across the room. The novel landed with a loud thud against the wall, but it did nothing to stem Fairhaven’s rising anger. “And screw you too, Bri. I swear to God this is the last mess I’m going to clean up for you. What the fuck were you thinking, sampling the product? Then you come crawling to me when the girl dies. You fucking idiot! We were on easy street.”

  Fairhaven threw on a robe, belted it, and stomped barefoot into the kitchen to start the coffeemaker. Maybe the caffeine would improve his mood and help him think more clearly.

  He poured the water, started the brew cycle, and paused. Brian’s stupidity and lack of willpower weren’t the issue at the moment. It was Elliott who was giving him fits. If she and McFarland hadn’t interfered with the smuggling operation at Andrews, none of this would’ve been necessary. Then that meddling bitch Stowe would’ve had to let the matter of that girl’s death go, since she couldn’t prove anything.

  Fairhaven’s temper simmered just below boiling. He stalked into his office and unearthed the leather-bound journal that was buried under mounds of paperwork on his desk. Lately, for reasons he couldn’t fully explain, he’d taken to reviewing details of the whole fiasco, as if doing so would change the outcome or bring the matter to a quicker conclusion.

  He picked out selected passages at random and read aloud. “Fixed Brian’s mess again. No one will come forward and publicly identify him as being at the party.”

  Fairhaven’s eyes traveled farther down the page. “Stowe asking too many questions. Luckily, I’ve eliminated any way to tie Brian directly to the drugs. Case dead in the water.”

  Fairhaven turned several pages. “McFarland sniffing around the Andrews operation. Hope she lets it go.”

  His eyes skimmed over the next entry—perhaps the most damning of all. “McFarland went to the hangar to get proof. Enlisted Sturges to terminate her. Elliott showed up—unexpected complication. Too risky to move on her. Will have to bide time.”

  Fairhaven flipped to one of his most recent entries. “Stowe not buying president’s explanation of explosion as act of terrorism. She’s digging hard and too close to home—looks like she may be ready to point fingers. Time to take action.”

  He smiled as he read the last entry. “Stowe taking a trip abroad. Perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone—wipe her out in sectarian violence and take out Elliott at the same time with a ‘stray’ shot. Brilliant.”

  He closed the book and felt the weight of it in his hands. The moment of triumph was at hand. Still, it was foolish to keep written records, and he acknowledged to himself that it had been an extravagance of ego he couldn’t afford. With a sigh of regret, he tore the pages from the binding and fed them to his shredder before returning to the kitchen.

  As Fairhaven poured his first cup of coffee, there was a knock on the front door. He checked the kitchen clock—4:45 a.m. His cheeks flushed an angry shade of red as his moment of calm evaporated. “Bri, if that’s you, I’m going to kill you,” he called as he walked to the door. “I told you I’d ca—” He stopped talking abruptly when he yanked the door open to find five FBI agents standing outside his door, guns drawn.

  “Edgar Fairhaven, you’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit the murders of Senate Majority Leader Madeline Stowe, Vaughn Elliott, Justine Coulter, and Sage McNally, kidnapping, the murder of Sara McFarland, money laundering, and drug smuggling. You have the right to remain silent…”

  Brian Pordras hurried to answer the knock on the door. “I’m coming, Ed. Is it don—”

  “Brian Pordras, you’re under arrest…”

  Ambassador Raymond Dumont was putting the final touches on the plans for the visit of the congressional delegation the following day. He’d heard nothing further from Washington and wondered if there was anything he was supposed to be doing.

  He answered the knock on the door, still preoccupied with that thought. “Yes?”

  “Raymond Dumont, we are with the FBI. You are under arrest for conspiracy to commit the murders of Sage McNally and Senate Majority Leader Madeline Stowe, and conspiracy to kidnap Sage McNally…”

  Vaughn watched the majority leader’s face as she spoke for the third time in the past two hours to U.S. Attorney General Jordan Miles and FBI Director Carlton Riggs.

  “Right… Good… Very well… Okay…Thank you, gentlemen. That
’s excellent work. No, Agent Elliott and I are on our way home now. We’re waiting to take off… I’ll tell her. I’m sure she’ll be glad to hear that. I’ll call you when we get back to the States… Right. Bye.”

  The majority leader closed the phone and handed it back to Vaughn.

  “Everything okay?” Vaughn asked.

  “Better than that. Carlton tells me they’ve picked up Fairhaven, Pordras, and Ambassador Dumont.”

  “That’s great.”

  “There’s more. Did you know there was an order outstanding to kill you and agent Coulter on sight?”

  Vaughn nodded ruefully. “Yes, I did.”

  “That’s been lifted. Also, I’ve been assured that you may return to the CIA as soon as you choose. I promise you, you’ll be behind a desk only if you want to be.”

  Vaughn nodded again. The news should have made her happy. Being an agent was what she knew. It was who she was. And yet… The majority leader was staring at her intently, but Vaughn couldn’t bring herself to do more than say thank you.

  After a minute, she flipped open the phone and dialed.

  “Hello?”

  “Justine, it’s Vaughn.”

  “They’ve picked up Fairhaven and Pordras,” Justine said.

  “Dumont too,” Vaughn told her. “Are you and Sage okay?”

  “We’re fine, except that I’m pissed at my brother. Apparently, his unit got a major tip and some really credible information earlier this week implicating Fairhaven and Pordras for smuggling drugs into the U.S. via Andrews, and for Sara’s death.”

  “Let me guess, your brother didn’t tell you anything about it when you asked him to do a stakeout on our boys.”

  “Yeah. The rat.”

  Vaughn was enjoying Justine’s righteous indignation. “Imagine the nerve of him, sticking to proper protocol and keeping mum about an ongoing investigation.”

  “I’m his sister, for heaven’s sake, and it’s not like I don’t know how to keep secrets.”

  “Ought to be fun at your family’s next Christmas.” Vaughn laughed.

  Justine grumbled and changed the topic. “Where are you now?”

  “The majority leader and I are just getting ready to take off.”

  “How was the trip to the airport?”

  “No problems. We got a ride in the Mauritanian president’s bullet-proof car. Nate personally escorted us onto the plane and hand-picked the flight crew. I’ve been allowed to keep my weapons as a precaution until we get to Brussels.”

  “Are you coming on to D.C. with the majority leader?”

  “Yeah, I want to make sure she gets home all right.”

  “You might want to know that Sage has been very quiet. She had a nightmare in the middle of the night. She woke up screaming, but she wouldn’t let me in the room. Vaughn—”

  Vaughn’s heart constricted as she saw an image of Sage in her mind’s eye, frightened as she had been when Vaughn had rescued her. No, I can’t… “Don’t, Justine. I’ve got to go. I’ll call you when we land. Bye.” Vaughn closed the phone before Justine could say anything more.

  “Everything all right, Agent Elliott?” the majority leader asked.

  “Fine, thanks, ma’am.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Further conversation was stalled by the ringing of the phone.

  Vaughn answered the call, glad of the diversion. It came from an unregistered phone number. “Hello?”

  “I’m looking for Majority Leader Stowe.” The voice was commanding, authoritative, and Vaughn knew immediately to whom it belonged. “Yes, sir, Mr. President, sir.” She handed the phone to the majority leader.

  “Sir?… Yes, sir, I’m perfectly safe now… Yes, sir, Agent Elliott is taking excellent care of me… That’s not necessary, sir… If you insist… Yes, sir. That was her you were talking to… Yes, sir. Hold on, please.” The majority leader handed the phone back to Vaughn. “The president would like a word.”

  “Yes, sir?”

  “Agent Elliott, I want you to know how much I appreciate your hard work and valor on this case.”

  “Thank you, sir, but I had help—”

  “I’ve heard. I’m sending Air Force One to pick up Majority Leader Stowe and you in Brussels. I’d like to see you in my office as soon as you get back.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Pleasant journey.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Goodbye, Agent Elliott.”

  Vaughn closed her eyes and blew out an explosive breath.

  “Look at it this way,” the majority leader said, “we’ll be riding home in style.”

  Vaughn shifted from foot to foot, trying not to appear as awed as she felt to be standing in the Oval Office. The majority leader’s driver had dropped her at home so that she could shower and change for the meeting with the president.

  Then the driver returned for her, and she and the majority leader rode together to the White House.

  “I take it you’ve never been in here?” the majority leader asked.

  “No, ma’am.”

  “It’s the ultimate home court advantage.”

  “It is very impressive and somewhat intimidating.”

  “Why, Agent Elliott, I didn’t think anything intimidated you.”

  “There goes my reputation.”

  “On the contrary, your secret is safe with me.” The majority leader winked.

  A door opened and Vaughn turned, expecting to see the president. Instead, it was Sage and Justine who were ushered into the room. Vaughn managed to hide her surprise, but she couldn’t deny the ripple of desire mixed with relief at seeing Sage safe and smiling at her bashfully.

  “Vaughn—”

  Before Sage could finish her thought or take another step forward, Vaughn broke in. If Sage touched her now, if she hugged her close, she would never be able to walk away. She had to be able to do that—for Sage’s sake. “Senate Majority Leader Stowe, I’d like you to meet Dr. Sage McNally and Agent Justine Coulter.”

  “It’s a great pleasure to meet both of you,” the majority leader said, clasping each of them by the hand. “I understand you all have had quite an adventure in the past couple of weeks.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Sage said, unconsciously touching her sling.

  “I owe both of you a great debt of gratitude. Especially you, Dr. McNally. Vaughn tells me that your sharp memory was instrumental in figuring out what was afoot.”

  “Ma’am, it was Vaughn who—”

  A door opened opposite the one Sage and Justine had come through, and the president of the United States strode into the room. “Ladies, I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting.” He walked directly to the majority leader and enveloped her in a hug. “Madeline, are you all right?”

  “I’m fine, Mr. President, thanks to these remarkable women.”

  The president stepped back and surveyed the group. “Agent Elliott?”

  “Yes, sir.” Vaughn stood at attention.

  “You showed tremendous intelligence, initiative, and courage. I understand you were wounded in the line of duty. Despite your injuries, you prevented others from being harmed, eliminated several threats to national security and, at the potential cost of your own life, protected the life of Majority Leader Stowe.”

  Vaughn didn’t know what to say, so she remained silent. She thought of Jackson—the one man whose life she hadn’t been able to save. I wish you were here, my friend. She never would be able to disclose his role in Sage’s rescue without raising too many diplomatic issues. But Vaughn would always remember. The president’s voice brought her back to the present.

  “Along with my personal thanks, I offer you the thanks of a grateful nation. I hope this will bring to a close a very ugly chapter in the history of this administration.” The president handed Vaughn a velvet box with the President’s Award for Distinguished Federal Civilian Service inside. “This is the highest honor a president can bestow upon a government employee. I think you should take some time to rec
uperate from your injuries. Then I hope you’ll consider staying here in Washington and working more closely with me.”

  “Thank you, sir. But—”

  The president held up his hand. “Please don’t answer me right now. I want you to take all the time you need and think about it.” He turned to Justine. “Agent Coulter.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I understand you’ve been on vacation for the past two weeks.” The president’s eyes were twinkling.

  Justine’s face registered surprise. “Yes, sir.”

  “I’ve heard of folks who are thrill seekers when they take time off, but I think your idea of rest and relaxation tops anything I’ve ever encountered.” The president smiled at her. “I suggest you take a real vacation this time. On me.”

  “Yes, Mr. President. This time, sir, I think I’ll opt for something a little more low-key.”

  The president laughed. “Yes, I would recommend that.” He handed Justine another velvet box. “Please accept this Award for Distinguished Federal Civilian Service as a token of the nation’s gratitude for your valor.” The president shifted his gaze to Sage. “Dr. McNally.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Vaughn looked at Sage’s face, alight with wonder and admiration as she regarded the president. She was wearing a tailored suit and a hint of makeup and, to Vaughn’s eyes, had never looked more beautiful. Vaughn’s heart tripped painfully. There was no point wishing for what wouldn’t—and shouldn’t—be. She worked hard to keep her face neutral, especially when she caught the majority leader staring at her speculatively.

  “Dr. McNally, I understand you’ve had a particularly difficult time.” The president looked at Sage kindly. “How is your shoulder?”

  “I’ll be fine, sir.”

  “From what I hear, you may require surgery. All of your medical costs will be paid by the government, along with any psychological treatment you might require. We have excellent counselors available who specialize in post-traumatic stress syndrome. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for your ordeal.”

  “It wasn’t your fault, sir.”

  “Nonetheless, I want you to know how much I admire your poise under extreme duress and your problem-solving skills.” The president handed Sage the last velvet box on his desk. “Please accept this with the thanks of a grateful nation, and with my personal thanks for service above and beyond the call of duty.”