Hell's Corner (Camel Club 5)
“What about?” he called back.
“I think you know. I’m sure you have a gun and I’ve been told how well you wield one. And I’m sure you’ve spotted my men despite their best efforts. So that no one gets hurt, I propose that I come inside and meet with you. Just one-on-one. Does that work?”
“And if it doesn’t?” Stone shot back.
“I could say we would just leave.”
“Why don’t I believe that?”
“We’re both on the same side here.”
“It doesn’t feel that way right now.”
“I give you my word. I just want to talk.”
“Then why come late at night with a strike team?”
“It’s just the way I travel. Don’t take it personally. But I do just want to talk.”
Stone thought rapidly. He really had no leverage here at all. And information could be a two-way street.
“Just you,” he called back. “And I do have a gun. If I see even one red dot floating in the air, things will get ugly very fast. Understood?”
“Understood. I’m coming in.”
“Slowly.”
“Right. Slowly.”
A few moments later Riley Weaver, the head of NIC, appeared in the doorway of Stone’s humble cottage, which was surrounded by the dead and also now at least a half dozen armed men.
CHAPTER 32
“CLOSE THE DOOR BEHIND YOU,” instructed Stone. “And move away from it to your left.”
He rose from behind the desk, keeping out of the line of fire from the window.
“Open your jacket.”
“I’m not armed.”
“Open your jacket.”
Weaver did so. He was startled when a hand swiftly searched him.
“You’re light on your feet,” said Weaver.
Stone stepped back from the man, keeping his gun aimed at him.
“Can we turn on a light?” asked Weaver. “I’m walking blind here.”
“If you hadn’t shown up with a platoon of firepower I might treat you with more courtesy.” All the time he was talking Stone had kept moving, circling the man. He assumed the former Marine would have excellent night vision too, and he was not proved wrong.
“Okay, I can see you now and I know you can see me,” said Weaver. “How do you want to do this?”
“You see the chairs by the fireplace?”
“Yes.”
“You on the left.”
“And where will you be?”
“Somewhere else.”
Weaver moved forward and sat in a rickety wooden chair. He turned his head slightly to the right. “I can’t see you anymore.”
“I know. What do you want?”
“Our last meeting ended too abruptly.”
“Entirely your doing.”
“I know. I admit that. You’re working with NSC now. And the FBI.”
“So?”
“So how would you like to be part of a joint effort with NIC?”
“I already have enough alphabet letters, thanks.”
“You guys are no closer to solving this than from the moment that bomb detonated.”
“Okay, you have your interagency spies in place. The man you replaced did the same thing. Not always to positive effect.”
“I’m not Carter Gray. I know you two went way back and not in a good way.”
“He was excellent at what he did. I just didn’t happen to agree with all he did.”
“I read up some more on John Carr.”
“Good for you. Why are you here? And it’s not just to offer me a job you know I wouldn’t take.”
“You have the president’s backing. I know why.”
Stone stared across at the man in the dark. He was ten feet from Weaver, behind and slightly to the man’s right. A perfect killing angle since most people were right-handed and to fire back they normally wouldn’t turn to their right, it was too awkward. They would turn to the left. And then of course it would be too late.
“And where does that get us?” he said.
“I’m not one to dwell on ancient history. A bomb and machine guns in Lafayette Park are what I’m focused on.”
“Some are calling it symbolic.”
“Do you believe that?” asked Weaver.
“No. Terrorists are only into symbolism so long as there are lots of casualties.”
“I agree. Too much time and assets went into this. There had to be a reason.”
“I was just trying to think of one when you showed up.”
“If we work together we might just get there sooner rather than later.”
“I told you, I already have a team on this one.”
“We’re all on the same team.”
“You snatched me from my hospital bed before the FBI could get to me, played the bully at NIC, ridiculed my attempt to tell you what I knew or thought and then turned out the lights when I asked a question. If that’s your version of foreplay you’ll never get lucky.”
“Okay, I deserved that. I played the heavy with you and it backfired. I realize that now.”
“And you’re here now to play nice?”
“Is that too hard to believe?”
“Yes, it is. This is Washington, where they eat their young and their old. So one more time, why are you here?”
Stone counted ten seconds off in his head and the silence persisted. He lined up the silhouette of Weaver along his gunsight. He strained to hear the sounds of black boots moving in on him.
He can’t be that stupid, thought Stone. Acting as a distraction. It didn’t matter to Stone that the men outside worked for the same government he did. He had enough experience to know that citizenship was no protection when you were in the middle of someone else’s agenda. Or conspiracy. Which in Stone’s mind were one and the same.
“I’m scared, Stone.”
This unexpected comment caused Stone to glance up from his sightline.
“Why?”
“Because something is going to happen. Something big, and I’m clueless about what it might be. And if the nation’s intelligence chief is clueless, well, it’s not good. I don’t want to be remembered for missing the big one.”
Stone relaxed a bit more. “Something big. Based on what? Chatter?”
“That and my gut. How did that bomb get in that hole? Why machine guns that hit nobody? And I’ve got another question that I don’t even think you’ve thought of.”
“What?”
“What happened to the original maple tree in the park? My sources tell me it just died, overnight. That’s why it had to be replaced. It’d been there for decades, hale and hearty, and then it just up and died and no one knows why.”
Stone seemed paralyzed by this statement. He’d been gone from Lafayette Park for some time. Still, he remembered that maple, tall, huge canopy, beautiful specimen. It had seemed healthy.
And then it just died. And no one knows why.
He sat down next to the man and slipped his gun in his waistband. When Weaver eyed the weapon, Stone said, “I’m authorized to carry one now.”
“No arguments from me. And you’re probably going to need it before this is over.”