"We're not talking business as usual, Frankie." I tightened my grip."This isn't going away. This is like Bin Laden. You don't want to step anywhere near this shit. I'll give you a week, then I'll do what I promised. I'll shut the whole operation down." I let go of his collar. But I still stared at him."That was a one-year-old kid your boss burned up, Frankie. Coulda been your granddaughter."
Delsavio straightened his shirt collar."I don't know where Dominic Cavello is. And that's the truth. And just for the record, Nicky, no way that couldever be my grandkid. 'Cause I'd never rat him out." Then Delsavio grinned, flexing his shoulders."But if he happens to call in or send me a postcard, I promise, you'll be the first to know. Even before his own wife and kids, Nicky Smiles." He grinned."Anything you want me to tell him, you know, if he should write in?"
"Just this." I smoothed out the mobster's jacket."Tell him I keepmy promises, too."
Chapter 79
AN HOUR LATER, I was in front of Assistant Director in Charge Michael Cioffi, who ran the FBI's New York office."I want back in," I said.
Cioffi was my boss. He was the one who had placed me on administrative leave after I beat Cavello. Outside of the politicos down in DC, he was one of the most senior people in the FBI.
"Nick." He leaned back in his chair."No one holds you responsible for what happened yesterday."
"That's not what it's about, Mike.Cavello is. And I know more about him than anyone in the Bureau. Besides, we both know I'm a little too late in the game to ever qualify for tenure."
The ADIC smiled. He stood up, stepped over to his office window. You could see Ground Zero from there, the vast, empty space. Beyond it, the Statue of Liberty."So how're the ribs?"
"No harm, no foul." I raised my arms."I get a big fat commendation for being wounded in the line of duty, and I didn't even have to stay overnight."
"That's sort of the problem, Nick." Cioffi smiled again, but this time tightly, his hands against the sill."You weren't exactlyin the line of duty. And Ray's been handling this for months now. And right now, the shit's hitting the fan a little."
I stood up, too."This isn't about Ray, Mike. I'll report to him, I don't care. Just put me back on assignment. You need me." I looked at the boss I had served under for eight years."Ineed it, Mike."
The ADIC looked closely at me. I couldn't quite read him. He stepped back to his desk and picked up a file. It looked like a field report."I heard you paid a visit this morning to a certain union headquarters in New Jersey. You're not on active duty, Nick. You can't go wild, on a whim. We've got our people on this, Nick. They can't be looking over their shoulder."
"I understand that, Mike. That's why I want back in."
Cioffi sat back. I was just waiting for the nod. He let out a long, deliberating breath."I can't."
"You what?" If the ADIC had pulled out a gun right there and popped a couple of hollow-point rounds into my chest, I don't think I would have looked at him with more surprise."Mike?"
"You're one of the best I have, Nick. But you're too close to this case. Way too close. Too emotional. This isn't a witch hunt, Nick, it's an FBI investigation. The answer's no."
I sat there, jaw hanging, the words digging their way into my brain, one by one.
"I'll give you another assignment if you want back in. Wall Street. Antiterrorism. Name it, Nick.But not this. "
Not this. I stood there absorbing the blows. I'd tracked this bastard for years. I'd lost two men bringing him in. I didn't wantanother assignment. All I could do was stare back blankly."Please,Mike…"
"No." The ADIC shook his head again."I'm sorry, Nick, you're out. And I won't change my mind."
Chapter 80
RICHARD NORDESHENKO HAD flown back out of Washington, DC. Right under the almighty U.S. government's nose. Through London, then on to Tel Aviv. Then he drove along the coast back to Haifa.
The acacias were blooming as he piloted his custom Audi S6 up the heights of Mount Carmel to his home high above the Mediterranean. He had burned his extra passports before he left the States; he would never need them again.
"Father!" Pavel gleefully shouted as Nordeshenko stepped through the door. He was two days early. His wife, Mira, ran out of the kitchen."Richard!Is that you?"
"It's me," Nordeshenko answered. He hugged both of them tightly, each in an arm. Three days before he didn't know if he would ever see them again."It's good to be home."
And it was. Through the glass doors, the deep turquoise of the Mediterranean was like a welcome, mood-lifting tonic to him. And the tender embrace of his family. He would never deceive them again. He had all the money he needed; his career was over. This was a young man's game, after all.
"Father, come see." Pavel pulled him by the hand."I've found a defense against Kasparov's Spanish opening. I've solved it!"
"What an Einstein we've raised," he joked to Mira.
"No, what aKasparov, " said Pavel.
The boy tugged him into his room. Nordeshenko was exhausted. And not just from the flight. He had dropped Cavello off at a safe house they had arranged near Baltimore. The bastard was to be crated up and put on a freighter.And to where? Nordeshenko found some amusement in his destination. Even Interpol would not go there.
He was happy to part ways. The malicious animal killed for sport, not for business or necessity. It was his nature. Back in Russia they would spit and call him a devil. Well, he had done his job. He hoped he would never see that piece of garbage again in his life.
"Look, Father." Pavel dragged him over to the chess set. The boy held up a queenside bishop."You see?"
Nordeshenko nodded, but in truth, he didn't. He was so incredibly weary. The board was a jumble to him. Chess was a young man's game, too. But he smiled, tousling the young child's hair."Look in the bag. I've got something for you," he said.
The boy hurriedly undid the wrapping. His eyes grew wide.
World Championship Poker. Pavel's face erupted in joy."Come," he said, pushing the chessboard aside."Let's play."
"My little Einstein wants to play poker? Okay. We'll go best out of three. Then I get to sleep for about a week!" Nordeshenko pulled up a seat, recalling his great bluff back in New York, which seemed a lifetime ago."And I've got quite a poker story for you, Pavel."
His feet felt like twice their normal size."Just let me take off these shoes."
Chapter 81
FOR A WEEK straight I never left my apartment. I kept replaying the tape from Cavello's escape. The scene in the elevator. I even timed it-exactly forty-seven seconds. I'd watch it over and over. Then I'd rewind it and play it again. And again. And again.
The phone would ring. My doctor checking up on me. My department head from school. The Bureau-there was still an inquiry going on. And Andie-she called my cell phone a couple of times.
Finally, I stopped picking up, even my cell. All I did was watch the tape. Each time it was the same. Cavello lunges out, hits the button. The two marshals try to rein him in. The doors open. In steps the guy with the beard, surprising them. No time to react. He takes out the marshals, flips Cavello the disguise. In a moment they're gone.