"That scroll could cause a lot of grief."
"Have you read it?" Selena asked.
Lucas nodded. "I read a translation. We think the professor who brought it to Grenoble was murdered because of it. The bomb in his train compartment was Semtex, more than was needed to kill him. Someone wanted to wipe out any evidence that might lead back to them."
"Who put it there?" Nick asked.
"That's the question. We traced the chemical signature. The Semtex came from an arms shipment stolen in Serbia right after the Bosnian war. Some of the weapons turned up in Africa not too long ago."
"Any idea who was behind the theft?" Elizabeth asked.
"We're not sure," Lucas said. "We think it was a Lebanese arms dealer named Yusuf Abidi."
"That doesn't mean he's the one who planted the bomb," Elizabeth said.
"No, it doesn't. We traced the weapons in Africa back to him. It's likely that at some point the Semtex was in his possession. If it wasn't him, he might know who it was."
"Where does this guy hang out?" Ronnie asked.
"Beirut."
"Are you going after him?" Selena asked.
Lucas smiled. "No, you are. Hey, here comes the food."
Conversation was minimal while they dug into the steaming platters.
After they'd eaten, the waiter cleared away the debris. He left a check and a plate of fortune cookies.
"Cool," Diego said. "Fortune cookies."
They all took one. Diego cracked his open and pulled out the piece of paper inside.
"Beware the Ides of March," he said. "That's original."
"Good thing your name isn't Caesar," Lamont said.
Selena read hers to them. "A handsome man is in your future."
"Hey," Nick said.
"Don't blame me. Can I help it if fate has something in store?"
"What's yours, Nick?" Elizabeth asked.
"You'll soon discover the truth about the one you love." He looked at Selena. "Is there something you want to tell me? About a handsome man, maybe?"
Ronnie opened his. "Mine says I will live long. That's good to know."
"These cookies suck," Diego said.
"What did you expect, the wisdom of the ages?"
"Well, yeah. You know, Confucius and all that."
Selena looked at Lucas. "It sounds like our future is already planned out. What did you mean about us going after him?"
"Langley is like a Libyan freighter these days. There are too many leaks. I talked it over with Hood. We thought your group would be able to keep things quiet. If word got out that the CIA was looking into that train wreck the media would be on it like white on rice."
"What have you got on this Lebanese arms dealer?" Nick asked.
"He's tight with Hezbollah and they provide protection for him. They're one of his best customers. He's careful to keep them happy."
"I thought Hezbollah had been brought under control by the Lebanese, except on the border with Israel," Selena said.
Lucas laughed. "Sure they have."
"What did you have in mind?" Elizabeth said.
She sounded annoyed. Acting in place of Langley wasn't part of her job description. Lucas picked up on it.
"Look, we're not asking you to do more than find out what you can from Abidi. Hood has already talked with the president."
"Why do you need us?"
"There's been too much negative publicity about Langley in the last few years. We're everybody's favorite villain as far as the press is concerned. We have a leak and until I find out who's talking to them I want to keep a low profile."
Elizabeth understood about keeping a low profile. There were powerful people with their own agendas who didn't understand what was required to keep the country safe. They wanted all the comforts security brought without any of the responsibility for the uncomfortable decisions that made security possible. Accountability was one thing. Politically correct witch hunts were another. Sometimes the two became confused.
"You should have discussed this with me before going to the president."
"I'm sorry," Lucas said. "You're right. It won't happen again."
"Tell Director Hood I'm going to be speaking with him," Elizabeth said.
I'd like to hear that conversation, Nick thought.
"Then you're on board?"
"I work for the president. If this is what he wants, of course I am."
Stephanie gave Lucas an accusing glance. "You set this up."
"I figured you needed something to do."
"I have plenty to do."
"You want to tell them?"
"Tell us what?" Elizabeth said.
Selena saw Lucas take her hand. He had a foolish smile on his face.
Stephanie looked radiant. "We're going to have a baby."
Elizabeth's response took a second or two. "Steph, that's wonderful."
Nick said, "Congratulations, Lucas."
"When are you due, Steph?" Selena said.
"A little over five months from now."
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
"We don't know yet."
Elizabeth looked at her deputy. The pregnancy would complicate things. She'd come to rely on Steph's ability to coax information from the computers and the surveillance satellites that circled the globe. Stephanie managed the complicated communications network that kept Elizabeth in touch with the team in the field. Without her, even for a short time, everything would become more complicated. The baby would change everything.
I wonder how long she'll keep working? I'd better start thinking about finding someone to back her up, Elizabeth thought.
Later Nick and Selena drove back to the city.
Selena said, "Steph looks wonderful, don't you think?"
"Mm," Nick said.
"And Lucas. That hard, tough man, all warm and cuddly."
"Cuddly is not a word I would use to describe Lucas."
"You know what I mean."
"It's going to make things difficult," Nick said.
"Why do you say that? People have babies all the time."
"Most people aren't computer geniuses who happen to be an indispensable part of an intelligence unit."
Selena's voice took on a hint of coolness. "I'm sure she'll work right up until the time she gives birth. It shouldn't make any difference at all."
"What about after? What about when she has to take care of a baby? What if the baby gets sick? All of that is going to affect how she's able to work and the quality of what she does."
"Why do men always assume that having a baby is going to make the woman into some kind of an idiot? Someone who can't work up to her ability?"
"I didn't say that."
"That's what you meant."
"That's not what I meant."
"I don't think we should talk about this anymore," Selena said. She turned away and looked out the window.
The rest of the ride to town was spent in silence.
CHAPTER 11
Elizabeth talked with DCI Hood. Then she talked with the president. Two days later the team and Diego flew into Rafik Hariri International Airport in Beirut. In the back of the Gulfstream was an aluminum case with their pistols. They hadn't brought anything heavy with them. Their diplomatic passports in false names got them through customs without incident. They took rooms in a modern hotel in the heart of the city.
Beirut was effectively divided into three zones, controlled by the different sectarian groups that kept the city and the country fragmented. The Sunni Muslims held the western part, the Christians the East. The Shia Muslims lived in the southern section, run by Iran's proxy Hezbollah. The difference between the three sections was enormous. Where the Sunnis and the Christians were in charge Beirut functioned much as other cities did, with more or less adequate services and a reasonable expectation of order and personal safety. Of course safety was relative. A lot depended on who you were and on which religion you belonged to.