The Innocent

Chapter





93


THE FAMILY DINING ROOM was one of the most intimately scaled rooms on the main level of the White House. It was bracketed on one side by the chief usher’s office and could also be accessed through the much larger and adjacent State Dining Room. The president and vice president would often have one-on-one lunches there. It was not as elaborately decorated as the far larger East Room or the ornately furnished Green, Blue, and Red Rooms.

Yet if Robie and company failed tonight, it would be the room known forever as where a U.S. president had lost his life.

The group marshaled outside the door to the State Dining Room.

The director said, “We’re going to alert agents inside the room that the shooter is probably in there. They’ve already formed a hard wall around the president and are awaiting my order to get him out of the room.”

Blue Man said, “If they do that or start searching people the assassin will fire. In such close quarters and despite the wall around the president, the bullet might hit its target.”

“We can’t just wait and see if the person acts or not,” countered the director. “Protocol says to move and to move fast. I should have already given the order.”

Robie said, “How many people in that room total?”

“About fifty,” said one of the agents.

“This could turn into a bloodbath,” said Blue Man.

The director said curtly, “No one wants that. But my focus is only on the president. We plan to take him out through the chief usher’s office and from there to the Entrance Hall.”

Another agent said, “And the longer we wait, the less chance we have of getting him out of there safely.”

Blue Man said, “What if there’s more than one shooter? You could be leading him directly into an ambush.”

Robie said, “The shooter must be someone who works here.”

“That’s impossible,” said the director.

“The person was involved in a conspiracy with someone we know worked here. That’s indisputable. That could not be an outsider. And many of the people in that room with the president and the crown prince are staffers, correct?”

The director gave a start. “It could be one of the prince’s staffers. It was a major mistake to put them in the same room together. Shit!”

Robie shook his head. “Van Beuren was found in the West Wing. Did one of the prince’s staffers have access to the West Wing tonight? Because Van Beuren’s head injury was recent.”

The director looked at one of his men. “Do you have the answer to that?”

“None of the prince’s staffers were anywhere near the West Wing this evening.”

“Son of a bitch!” exclaimed the director.

Robie said, “People have been paid off up and down the line on this one, sir. The person behind this has lots of money. No one is off-limits. For all we know he might have bought off a Secret Service agent in there.”

“I can’t believe that,” said the director. “No agent has ever been a traitor.”

“The same could be said for the uniformed division,” said Blue Man. “But it obviously happened. One of the men forming the wall around the president right now could be the backup shooter, with the primary one using Van Beuren’s gun.”

“But if there is a Secret Service agent on the payroll, why bother getting Van Beuren’s gun?”

“Something like this, you have a fallback plan, sir,” said Robie. “The stakes are too high. I’m not saying there are two shooters in there. But I am saying that we can’t responsibly discount that possibility.”

“So what do we do?” asked the director.

Robie said, “Let me go in there. A staffer will know the interior security agents but they won’t know me. Let me go in dressed as a waiter. I can go in under the pretense of bringing in something, maybe coffee.”

“And then what?” demanded the director.

“I identify the shooter or shooters and take them out.”

“How will you identify the assassin from all of the people in that room?” snapped the director.

Blue Man spoke up. “Agent Robie is very adept at spotting assassins, Director.” He drew closer and whispered into the man’s ear. “He happens to be one for this country. In fact, he’s our best one. If you need a man who can make the kill shots under pressure in a room full of people, he’s it.”

The director gazed sternly at Robie. “This goes against every protocol and procedure the Service has.”

“Yes, sir, it does,” agreed Robie.

“If you fail the president dies.”

“Yes, sir. But I am prepared to die making sure he doesn’t.”

“If I can’t alert the agents in there about our plan and you pull your gun, they will shoot you.”

“It’s always in the timing, sir.”

The director and Robie locked gazes for a long moment. Then the director said, “Get him a waiter’s uniform and a cart of damn coffee.”