The Saudi smiled while watching Denny. “Clandestine meetings in hotel rooms. This feels like the good old days, my friend.”
Carmichael replied brusquely, “Don’t romanticize the past. It wasn’t any better than the present.” While talking Denny pulled out his mobile phone and slipped an earpiece in his ear.
“We were younger, at least. I romanticize my youth, regardless of how I might have misspent it.”
Denny tried to send music from his phone to his earpiece, but he couldn’t get a signal to go through. Satisfied that his jammer was operational, he pulled the earpiece out of his ear and slipped it, with his phone, back into his coat.
Kaz said, “You must have gone to some trouble to come and see me like this on a Sunday afternoon. Tell me, what is it that could not have been handled through a secure phone call?”
Denny ignored him for the moment, took his time to turn on the TV in the adjoining bedroom, then returned to the living area and turned on the flat screen there. The televisions were set to different stations. An action movie in the bedroom and a news interview program in the living area blanketed the entire suite with conflicting sounds.
Denny sat down on the sofa, close to Kaz, and he spoke softly. “A wayward asset has returned to the United States. To Washington, in fact.”
“One of yours, or one of mine?”
“Used to be one of mine.”
“Code name Violator, perhaps?”
Carmichael looked carefully at Kaz’s face, struggling to see any hint the Saudi knew this information already. “That is correct.”
Kaz looked neither surprised nor unsurprised. His face was a cipher, betraying nothing but pleasant calm. He said, “A bold move on his part. I am sure this is troublesome for you, but I hope you see this as an opportunity. He has been out in the four winds of this earth for some time, and now he is here, on your turf.”
“D.C. is not my turf.”
Kaz raised his eyebrows. “By saying that, you mean to say… it’s my turf.”
“That’s right. It’s yours.”
Al-Kazaz smiled a little. “A fact you remind me of from time to time. I don’t know why you invited me here, but if it’s a confession you want, I assure you I had no knowledge of Gentry’s movements. Perhaps you should talk to your dear friends the Israelis. Doesn’t the great Mossad know all things at all times?”
Kaz was an enemy of the Israelis — and whenever he spoke with Carmichael he never passed up an opportunity to get in digs about the United States’ good relationship with them.
In the intelligence sphere, Israel, the United States, and Saudi Arabia formed an incredibly awkward love triangle.
Carmichael said, “I’m not after a confession. I know you were not aware that Violator was here. What I need from you is action.”
“Sounds exciting,” Kaz said with a smile that appeared more than a little sarcastic.
Carmichael didn’t hide the fact he was losing patience with the flip attitude of the other man. “I don’t have time to play. We both know exactly what’s at stake here.”
“As far as I can tell the only thing at stake with the arrival of Violator”—Kaz paused; his mouth morphed into a smile—“is you, Denny. Surely you realize that he is here for you.”
“Whatever his intentions, I plan on terminating him. In the city. I will have other tools at my disposal for this, but I need you and your people involved, as well.”
Kaz shook his head. “Out of the question. The leadership of my nation has me quite busy at the moment. Nothing that would interest you, I can assure you of that, but I’m not in a position to retask my assets to your needs at this time.”
Denny loomed a little closer. “You and I have had a good working relationship. You give me some space for my people in the Middle East. I give you space for your people here in D.C. I want that relationship to continue.”
“As you said, it is a good relationship. Why on earth would it not continue?”
“If the Gentry situation isn’t handled quickly and quietly, I’ll be the one taking the fall, and I will fall hard. You think the next man in my position is going to allow the same arrangement with Saudi Arabia that I’ve allowed?” Denny leaned closer. “No… fucking … way. You’ll be expelled; your cell here doesn’t have dip immunity, so they will be rounded up and tossed into prison, if not tossed into an unmarked grave.”
Kaz said, “Threats of death and destruction? Really, Denny? Those who complain about you… and excuse me for saying so, but there are many… all say the same thing. That you don’t possess the nuance for intelligence work. I defend you, you know. But opening the conversation with an overt threat to our long-standing agreement is exactly the boorishness that others accuse you of.”
Denny said nothing, waiting the other man out.
Kaz calmed. “Look, dear friend. You are correct. Our mutual relationship is good for everyone. When our countries are friends, things are good. When you and I are friends, things are great.”
“Then help me.”
“What is it you want?”
“I want you looking for him. You and your team.”
Kaz blew out a sigh. “Who else do you have hunting him?”
“Agency and military assets. But I need more. I need your best men.”
“Sounds like a crowded playing field. That makes it dangerous for my men.”
“I can keep you aware of other entities involved in the hunt. You can vector your assets away from American assets when necessary.” Carmichael then asked, “How many men do you have working in D.C.?”
“Apologies, but that is something I would rather not say.”
“Ten,” Carmichael said. “You have ten. I want them all on this. If you want to bring others in, I can facilitate that.”
Kaz seemed reluctant, but after a few moments he acquiesced. “Professional trust and good manners are two things I don’t seek in this line of work. But you and I, Denny, we have shared interests. I will help you in this, provided you return the favor to me somehow.”
Carmichael had been expecting this. “You help us find Violator and you have my word you will have more latitude in the District. You won’t be off the leash, but I will let a little slack out of the leash so you can sniff around the yard a little more.”
Kaz nodded.
Carmichael then said, “I am sure you realize Gentry can’t be taken alive.”
Kaz reached out and patted Carmichael on the arm. “If we get to him first, he won’t be.” Kaz stood, extended a hand. “Let us work together to finally put an end to this difficult affair.”
“Excellent. You and I will deal directly. I’ll let you know what I know, as soon as I know it.”
Kaz stood and reached for his suit coat. Slipping it on, he said, “I do have some advice in the short term.”
“What advice?”
“Get off the streets. If Gentry is within ten miles of you right now, you are in peril driving yourself around.”
“My relationship with you is unsanctioned, Kaz. I can’t just roll with a detail into the Saudi Embassy.”
“Then let’s pretend it’s the old days. In Lebanon. Or in Sana’a. Or in Tunisia. You and I can play the role of young field operatives. Dead drops and coded messages.”
Carmichael wiped his eyes under his glasses. He was already fighting sleep deprivation, and he expected no real rest until Gentry was located and terminated. “Don’t be dramatic, Kaz. I’ll use the secure mobile, it’s on my person at all times. Keep yours with you.”
The Saudi shrugged. Feigning disappointment. “Very well.”