SIXTY SIX.
Rapp appeared in the
doorway of the Oval Office with Secret Service Special Agent Jack
Warch. Rapp caught his boss's attention and motioned for her to
join him in the hall. Aides and staffers were now coming and going,
shuttling back and forth between other members of the President's
staff and cabinet. The political machine was coming together for a
unified assault on forestalling the UN vote.
Kennedy excused
herself and joined Rapp and Warch. The Secret Service agent led
them across the hall and opened the door to the Roosevelt Room.
Rapp thanked the head of the Presidential Detail and promised to
keep him informed.
Kennedy studied Rapp
suspiciously and asked, "Keep him informed of what?"
"Our John Doe, who
met with Omar and then flew to New York Well, Olivia just found out
that he left Penn Station at ten oh five the night Ambassador Ali
was killed."
"And where was he-"
Kennedy stopped short, knowing the answer before Rapp
finished.
Rapp nodded.
"He arrived at Union
Station early Tuesday morning just before two."
The director of the
CIA studied her top operative, wondering what to make of this
unusual development.
"Why would he come
here?"
"That's a good
question, and I'm not so sure I can answer it."
"I assume from what I
heard you say to Jack, that you warned him of a potential threat to
the President?"
"Yep. I just wanted
to make sure the President wasn't making any scheduled public
appearances today."
"So you think he's
come here to kill again?"
It was obvious by the
expression on his face that Rapp wasn't so sure.
"I don't know, Irene.
It could be something as simple as a preplanned escape route.
Rather than try to leave the country and get caught, come to where
you're least expected to go."
She could tell Rapp
didn't buy his own line of thinking.
"What do you really
think? What does your gut tell you?"
Rapp struggled with
it for a moment and then replied, "I think he's come here to do
another job."
"Or," Kennedy added,
"he lives here."
This was an entirely
new line of thinking. There were plenty of former Special Forces
guys living in the surrounding area, at least a few of whom were
guns for hire. But there was something about him that was
distinctly un-American. A certain look similar to his own. Most
people would never notice it, but it was what gave Rapp the ability
to blend in when he was operating in the Middle East and Southwest
Asia. He thought about the guy being an American and said, "That's
a possibility, but if the guy lived here, he would be more familiar
with our capabilities, in which case I can't see why he'd risk
being seen on camera."
"It's obvious."
"He doesn't know
we're on to him," answered Rapp.
"Exactly."
"Or," said Rapp,
"we're giving him more credit than he deserves."
"Either way have
Olivia run a check through the DOD files."
"I'll do it, but what
about bringing Mossad in on this?" asked Rapp.
Kennedy shook her
head.
"The President won't
allow it, plus he still thinks the Israelis are behind this."
"That's
nonsense."
"I'm not so sure,"
said Kennedy with a raised brow.
"What if this entire
thing is a complex sting launched by Mossad to implicate Prince
Omar?" Kennedy could tell by Rapp's sour expression that he didn't
buy it.
"Just think about it
for a minute. If John Doe is really Israeli and they sent him to
con Prince Omar into playing the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia, the
one role he wanted more than anything in his life
"
"What's their end
game asked an unconvinced Rapp.
"Embarrass the Saudis
and draw attention to their support of Palestinian
extremists."
"I don't know,
Irene," he said, frowning, "it sounds like a reach."
"I'm not saying it
isn't, but it's one of several reasons why we can't go to Freidman
and ask him who this guy is. I do, however, think it's time to
bring the FBI in on this."
Rapp cringed.
"I don't know about
that."
"If this John Doe is
in Washington we have no choice."
He instinctively
recoiled against the idea, and it was not a reflection on the
Bureau's competency as much as it was on the rule book that they'd
bring along. If the FBI nabbed this guy they would have to play it
straight up. Reluctantly, Rapp consented.
The two of them left
the Roosevelt Room and walked across the hall to the Oval Office.
At present there were too many people in the room to tell the
President of the recent development. While Kennedy waited to have a
private word with Hayes, Rapp called the CTC to tell Turbes to
bring the FBI in on the investigation. Before his call could be
completed there was a rumbling noise from outside the
building.
Rapp instantly
tensed, knowing before anyone else in the Presidential office that
the noise was an explosion.