"Number two is that whoever it is has a lot of money and powerful contacts," Elizabeth said. "Missiles are expensive and you can't order one out of a catalog. At least you can't unless you're a government."
"It can't be a government," Selena said. "We aren't important enough to risk a war with the US by sending a missile at us. This is real overkill. It's an insane thing to do."
"So we've got someone who is pissed off at us, has money and connections and is insane. Sound like anyone we know?" Lamont rubbed his nose with a knuckle.
"Foxworth," Elizabeth said. "Adam said he has a brain tumor."
"That son of a bitch." Nick's voice was flat. "It has to be him. Have they found the freighter? The captain can tell us something."
"That's another thing. There was a seismic anomaly registered by underwater sensors off the coast right about where that missile could have come from. An explosion of some kind. The Coast Guard is looking for a ship. They haven't found anything in the area except oil slick and flotsam."
"They sank it. It's at the bottom of the ocean."
"That's what I'd do," Elizabeth said. "I think there's something more going on here. You remember, a few months ago Adam told us Henri de Maupassant was part of AEON?"
"The French Minister of Finance? He was on that list in Foxworth's villa."
"Maupassant had a heart attack last night at a restaurant he frequented in Paris. He's dead. A waiter said someone brushed against him as he came in. He collapsed a minute later."
"That sounds like the KGB," Lamont said. "They were good at things like that. Remember that guy they poisoned with plutonium?"
"The KGB is gone."
"Gone but not forgotten. There are a lot of ex members of the sword and shield out there looking for work."
"Why kill Maupassant?" Nick asked.
Elizabeth picked up her coffee cup and set it down again. She took a piece of chocolate. "I think it's a power struggle inside AEON. There was another death two days ago. Julio Silva, in Brazil. He owned one of the largest energy corporations in the world. A big player."
"You think Silva was part of AEON?" Selena reached up and touched the bandage on her head. The stitches itched.
"I think he was. Silva was assassinated. A sniper got him as he was getting into his armored limo. The bodyguards and car didn't do him much good."
"Foxworth is going after his enemies. Including us." Nick got up and poured more coffee. Lamont held out his cup. Nick reached out with the pot and felt something spasm in his back. The coffee spilled.
"Damn."
"You okay, Nick?"
"Yeah." He set the pot down. "Just a glitch. I'll work it out in the gym. It'll go away."
"Are we in agreement, then?" Elizabeth said. "We assume Foxworth is behind this?"
"Yes," Nick said. Lamont and Selena nodded.
"We'll get him. Our first priority is a temporary place to work. DCI Hood has offered space at Langley if we want it. Rice has suggested the Pentagon."
"Can we access the NSA and CIA mainframes securely with remote access?" Selena asked.
"Yes."
"Then why not work here? Steph will be back tomorrow. There's plenty of room, a place to sleep if someone needs it, good security. There are two big screen TVs we can use for monitors. We can bring in anything we need. It keeps us out of sight."
For a moment Elizabeth was quiet. Then she said, "That's a good idea."
They were up and running.
CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
Valentin Dragonov was pleased with the way things were going. Two down. The Frenchman had been child's play. Sometimes the old ways were best. A simple pin prick, a fast acting poison and a problem was solved.
Silva had been more difficult, but people always had routines that were their undoing. Silva had been smart enough to vary them. Dragonov had to admit it would have been enough to stop most enemies, but he wasn't like most enemies. Silva's downfall had been through a low level employee with a grudge and a need for money. He'd been happy to provide Silva's itinerary.
As promised, Foxworth had transferred two bonus payments of 200,000 Euros each to a numbered account in Zurich. Valentin considered his next target, a banker in Hong Kong with close ties to Beijing. The logistics were difficult.
Dragonov had taken a suite at the luxurious Upper House Hotel, looking out over Victoria Harbor. The service was the best in Hong Kong and the food in the hotel restaurant excellent in a city known for its culinary offerings. The suite was $900 a day. Dragonov saw no reason to try and save his employer any money.
The girls he'd ordered from the escort service would be here soon. Dragonov looked forward to a night of many and varied pleasures. A discreet knock sounded on his door. Dragonov glanced at his watch. Right on time. He went across the room and opened the door.
Two large Chinese men moved in so quickly that Dragonov had no time to react. They were strong, with a grip like iron. The gun jammed into his ribs made struggle pointless.
"Sit," one man said. He pushed Dragonov down on a couch.
A third man entered the room and closed the door behind him. Dragonov recognized his next target.
I'm fucked, he thought.
The man was slim and not very tall. He had streaks of gray in his hair. He wore a gold Rolex on his left wrist. He wore a suit of dark blue Hong Kong silk and a red tie. Heavy lidded eyes looked at Dragonov through glasses with tinted lenses. He gestured and one of the large men brought a chair and placed it directly in front of the Bulgarian. The Chinese man sat down.
"You know who I am," he said. It wasn't a question.
Dragonov licked his lips, suddenly dry. It would do no good to deny it. "Yes."
"Good. Then you know I am a serious man."
Dragonov said nothing.
"Is that right, Mister Dragonov? Am I a serious man?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir."
"My colleagues believe you should be eliminated. You wouldn't like that."
He waited expectantly for Dragonov's response.
"No, sir, I wouldn't."
"How much did Foxworth pay you?"
Dragonov told him.
The man smiled. "It is always good to know what you are worth in the eyes of another. How much are you worth, Mister Dragonov?"
"I don't understand. Sir."
"I have a proposition for you. You have proven most resourceful. It is, after all, business. You will work for me. If you accept my proposition, you will be allowed to live. Your contract will be completely fulfilled with one more assignment and you will be paid the full amount offered before. Can you guess what your new assignment might be?"
Dragonov allowed himself to breathe. For the first time, he thought he might survive this meeting. "Yes, sir. Malcolm Foxworth."
"Good. I see I have not misjudged you. And can you guess what will happen if you do something foolish? Tell Malcolm about this meeting, for example?"
Dragonov nodded. "Yes, sir."
"No, you can't. You can't even imagine it. You understand, don't you?"
Valentin Dragonov knew many ways pain could be applied to the human body. He understood how the body could endure excruciating suffering for days before it died. Dragonov also understood fear. Looking into the Chinese man's eyes, he felt fear he had never known.
The man saw it and smiled. "Good. You understand." He patted his new employee on the knee and stood. "You have made a good decision. I will be watching for news, Mister Dragonov. Don't be long about it."
He moved toward the door. His two men were there before him, one holding the door open. At the door, the Chinese man turned.
"The women will be here soon," he said. "Perhaps you should change your clothes."