The Escape (John Puller 3)

between Capitol Hill and the intelligence field and built up quite an expertise on national security and foreign affairs. Attaining SES status and heading up DTRA and the center are really the highlights for me. I couldn’t expect any more. And now you know more about it than you would ever care to,” he added with a self-conscious smile.

“So why the nightcap? It struck me that you had said all you wanted to say at dinner,” commented Puller.

“I did. But I wasn’t sure that you had said all you wanted to say. And if not, I’m here to listen. You’ll find me a good listener. And without the presence of a three-star and the president’s man, I thought you might feel more comfortable in expressing yourselves.”

Knox said bluntly, “Okay, let’s do this. We really don’t think Robert Puller is guilty.”

“Based on what?”

“The evidence at trial was shaky.”

Carter shook his head as he took another sip of his whiskey. “Two eyewitness accounts? Classified data found on his person? A trail of online gambling debts providing the motive? Hardly shaky evidence.”

“The online trail could easily have been fabricated.”

“Perhaps. But the testimony of Reynolds and Robinson?”

Puller studied him carefully. “Inasmuch as you think I can’t be objective about my brother, it may be true that you can’t be objective about Reynolds, since she works for you.”

Carter sat back and considered this statement. “Let’s go down that road for a moment. Let’s assume Reynolds was lying. Why?”

“She was paid to do it,” said Knox.

“So she’s a traitor, paid to implicate your brother. Again, why? What’s so special about him?”

“As you said, he was a very valuable asset to the government.”

“Yes, he was. But our government possesses many valuable people assets, so why go after him in particular?”

“Would there be a reason to get him out of the way at STRATCOM?”

“He was getting ready to leave one branch of STRATCOM after his next promotion, as I said at dinner. He was heading to ISR, which, as you know, is also a command component under STRATCOM. I would have worked with him there, as I also mentioned.”

“Would there be some reason to prevent him from going there?” asked Knox.

Carter shrugged. “I can’t say. ISR has many employees. Was he important enough to pull off such a conspiracy as you’ve described? It would be difficult to believe.”

“You said that you worked with General Daughtrey at ISR when he was still a colonel.”

“That’s right.”

“Since Daughtrey took my brother’s slot at ISR, you implied that might be a motive for my brother to retaliate and kill him. But let’s look at it from the other way.”

Carter put down his drink and said curiously, “How so?”

“Was my brother the first choice for the ISR slot?” said Puller.

“Yes. Hands down.”

“And Daughtrey was the backup?” said Knox.

“Okay, I see where this is going,” replied Carter. “You’re saying Robert Puller was set up to prevent him from going to ISR?”

“Yes, but it also allowed Daughtrey to take his place,” added Puller.

“For what purpose?”

“What did the position entail? What would the person have had access to?” asked Puller.

Carter took another swallow of his drink and rubbed his chin. “Everything, more or less. ISR’s work is broad and far-reaching. From space to underwater and really everything in between. ISR is, in many vital respects, the eyes, ears, and brain of the DoD. Its commander wears dual hats because he also heads up the Defense Intelligence Agency. ISR works with all other major intelligence platforms, NSA, Geospatial, National Reconnaissance. Its responsibilities cross the full military spectrum of requirements, transnational threats, the Global War on Terror, and WMDs. Everything really.”

“So Daughtrey would have had access to all of that?”

“More or less, yes.”

“And then he was murdered,” noted Puller.

“But he had left ISR at that point,” pointed out Carter.

“And went to another component of STRATCOM,” said Knox. “Which one?”

“U.S. Cyber Command.”

Puller nodded. “Another hot spot. How was his work at ISR?”

“I found him extremely talented, hardworking, ambitious.”

“How ambitious?” said Puller quickly.

“Most officers seeking to move up in rank are ambitious. You know that.”

“I’m not talking about medals and stars.”

“Then what?”

Knox said, “Susan Reynolds lives in a million-dollar-plus house, drives a seventy-thousand-dollar car, wears Prada shoes, and has a closet full of Coach bags. And there’s an original Joan Miró painting in her library. I looked the price up. There is no way she could have bought it with even twenty years’ worth of her salary.”

Puller shot her a glance. She hadn’t mentioned the Prada, the Coach bags, or the painting.

She noted his look. “I am a girl, Puller, even if I do carry a gun and kick ass. I notice bags and shoes. And I saw the painting when we were there. I was an art history major at Amherst.”

“Joan Miró?” he asked.

“He was a Spaniard, born in Barcelona. He died decades ago.”

“So he’s a renowned artist or something?”

“Well, let’s put it this way, Puller. One of his paintings sold a couple years back at a Sotheby’s auction in London for nearly forty million. So, yeah, I guess you could say the guy was pretty good.”

“Damn,” said Puller.

Carter seemed intrigued by this information. “I’ve never been to her home. And I didn’t know what kind of car she drives. And, quite frankly, I wouldn’t know a Prada shoe if it hit me in the head.”

“The fact is she’s living well beyond her means,” said Knox. “So what is the source of income? And there’s one more thing. She went to work at ISR when Daughtrey did. And now she’s at the WMD Center, while Daughtrey was at Cyber Command. But what if they were still working together? Because it’s all incestuous, right? Dual hatters, STRATCOM covers everything. The intelligence world is as interconnected as it’s ever been.”

“That’s true. But do you mean working together as spies?”

“Spies, moles, whatever you want to call it. Would they have things to sell?”

“Of course they would. Which is why we have background checks and security clearance procedures and periodic testing, polygraphs, and follow-up. And why everyone is watched very closely.”

“Well, you didn’t know about her financial status, did you?”

Carter sat back, still looking dubious, but a bit less so.

Puller said, “So how ambitious was Daughtrey? Not for stars. For money. Anybody check lately? Because in addition to Reynolds, we have Lenora Macri. She was only a lowly captain at Leavenworth. But she had an account in the Caymans under an alias packed with cash. So I wonder how much a one-star would have piled up?”

Carter picked up his glass and then put it back down without taking a drink. “Daughtrey did mention to me once that he was thinking of getting out of the military and starting his own consulting group or maybe going into private contracting to the DoD.”

“That would be a nice way to launder any money he’d been paid,” noted Knox. “Mix it up under consulting contracts and hire a shady CPA to make it look all perfectly aboveboard.”

“You’ve given me a lot to think about. But Daughtrey and Reynolds? Spies?”

“And Robinson?” said Puller.

“What about him?”

“He had a very ill son before my brother went to prison. His insurance would not cover experimental treatments outside of the country. His son was going to die. After my brother goes to prison, his son gets the experimental treatment costing seven figures in Germany and is alive and well.”

Carter snapped, “Why didn’t you mention this at dinner?”

“I’m mentioning it now.”

“So you think Robinson was paid off to lie?”

“Yes. And you were told my brother visited Reynolds. Why take that chance? Revenge at her testifying against him? If so, why not just kill her? Why leave her alive to tell the authorities he’s in the area? If he is a murderer, what’s one more murder to him?”

Carter finished the rest of his whiskey soda. “I wasn’t sure what would come of this conversation when I invited you for a nightcap, but I can honestly tell you I never anticipated this. You have put together a plausible argument that your brother might have been framed, and that the real enemies could still be out there.”

Knox said, “So the question is, what can we do about it? Because most of what we have is conjecture and speculation. That doesn’t work in court.”