King and Maxwell (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 6)

“And interestingly enough Indonesia has no extradition with the U.S.,” added Michelle.

Brown sat back down and said nothing.

Sean rose and looked around the room. “When we were staking out Leon South’s home we passed through this neighborhood. I recognized it, though I didn’t know from where. But I had driven by it once years ago.”

“Why?”

“I’d heard Dana had remarried. Did some checking, got the address. Just wanted to see if she was okay.”

Sean stopped and looked down, a hint of incredulity at his own words on his face. Michelle was watching him closely.

She said, “Are you all right?”

He straightened. “I’m fine. Anyway, drove by here. Nice neighborhood, beautiful house. You had a good, solid rep. Seemed like she had married very well.”

“And so had I.”

Sean turned to face him. “Then why the one-way plane tickets, Curtis? And why are you the only one booked to go? Where’s Dana’s ticket? You leave in two days. According to what you just said she won’t even be out of the hospital by then, much less rehab.”

Brown kept silent.

“We saw Jenkins pass by South’s home that night, only he didn’t stop there. That’s because Jenkins was coming from your house, Curtis. He’d already met with you. You were Grant’s leak at the Pentagon, not Dan Marshall. You told us you’d sat in on some meetings with Marshall. You neglected to tell us that you were also privy to the mission Sam Wingo was undertaking. And I’m not just talking scuttlebutt that Dana weaseled out of you.”

“And the price Grant paid for that is buying you a new life on your island in Indonesia. A life for one,” Michelle added.

“Funded by fifty million bucks placed in an offshore account after Sam Wingo was ambushed. The transfer was done through a shell that we also traced back to you. That was part of the billion euros, right? Any idea where the rest of it might be?”

Brown just stared at them.

Sean drew closer to him. “When Dana started poking around for me, did you think you’d just had the worst luck in the world? Your wife’s ex had come around asking questions about the very scheme in which you were neck-deep. That must have freaked you out. Did you arrange the hit at the mall? Take out all three of us at the same time? Later, did you sit by her bedside at the hospital praying she wouldn’t make it?”

Brown said dully, “I love Dana. I’m going overseas to get things set up. Then I’m coming back for her. I did not arrange for anyone to shoot her. When you told me that she’d been followed to the mall—” He broke off here, and the tears spilled down his face.

“Your partner double-crossing you?” asked Michelle.

Sean added, “When he found out you’d talked to Dana about Wingo’s situation, he must’ve been really upset.”

“I didn’t know she was doing it for you,” said Brown. “I didn’t even know you two had met until—”

“Until your partner told you. And he sent the kill squad to the mall.”

Sean said, “Did Jenkins come to read you the riot act that night, General? Or did he just want to make sure you were pretending to work with us to throw off suspicion?”

“I… I don’t…”

“Did you know what Grant was going to do with the information you gave him?” asked Michelle. “Kill the president? That’s treason. That’s the death penalty.”

Brown started and seemed to realize what he had been saying. He said firmly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now I’d like you two to leave.”

He stood.

“You’re not going to make the flight to Malaysia,” warned Sean as he faced Brown.

“Why not? You have no proof of anything. So I bought some property, so what? The fifty mill in the offshore account? Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. I just made good investments and got a really good deal on some land.”

“You punched me for putting Dana in danger,” said Sean.

“So what?”