“And who might that be? Castillo?”
“Him, too, but I was speaking of Aleksandr Pevsner.”
There was a moment’s hesitation, then Lammelle asked, “How reliable is that?”
“From the horse’s mouth, so to speak.”
“What’s tha
t all about?”
“Pevsner apparently believes Putin is behind the whole thing, and is after not only Charley and the Russians again, but is against him, too.”
There was another just perceptible pause.
“And you go along with that?”
“I don’t dismiss it out of hand,” McNab said. “Vic D’Alessandro just came back from Acapulco. He says the drug cartel there . . . what’s it called, Vic?”
“The Sinaloa cartel,” D’Alessandro furnished. He raised his voice. “Got you out of bed, did we, Frank?”
“Vic says the Sinaloa cartel had no reason to kidnap Ferris or kill the others. Ferris’s people have been obeying their orders to cooperate with the Federales, which means the cartel knew what we knew.”
“That’s pretty good information, Vic?” Lammelle said.
“I believe it,” D’Alessandro said.
“Tell him what else you learned,” McNab said.
“Mr. Pevsner believes that the best defense is a good offense,” D’Alessandro said.
“Oh, shit!”
“Do you think we should tell Natalie?” McNab asked.
This time there was no hesitation on Lammelle’s part.
“No. Absolutely not!”
“You going to tell me why?”
“I had dinner with her, after that fiasco in Auditorium Three,” Lammelle said. “She pointed out to me something I kicked myself for not realizing.”
“What?”
“We no longer have the threat of impeachment we had hanging over Clendennen’s head. Once we rearranged the Cabinet to our satisfaction, we lost it.”
This time it was McNab who hesitated for a moment—a long moment—before replying.
“She’s right,” he said. “As usual.”
“She says Clendennen thinks we’re planning a coup. First we get him to appoint Montvale as Vice President, then we get rid of Clendennen, either by resignation or impeachment, and Montvale becomes President.”
“Nice thought,” McNab said, “but it never entered my mind until just now. I didn’t even consider Montvale becoming Vice President; that was Crenshaw’s idea.”
Stanley Crenshaw was the attorney general of the United States.
“And Crenshaw, being an honorable, decent man, did what you and I know better than to do: He looked in the mirror.”