Act of Treason

Chapter 41
WASHINGTON, DC

Wednesday morning arrived with a bit of a hangover for Mark Ross. He had actually tried to leave the hotel at one point, but the festive atmosphere continued to build until well after midnight. After the meeting with Tom Rich from theTimes, Ross had gone up to see Alexander, who was in a black mood. There'd been times over the past month when Ross had wanted to grab Alexander by the shoulders, shake him violently, and tell him the harsh truth about his deceased wife. The woman was a slut. She deserved to be the First Lady of the United States about as much as a street hooker from New Orleans did. What Ross wanted to do and what was prudent, though, were miles apart. Besides, Alexander had proved very malleable in his grief. He'd basically let Ross run the transition team, which enabled him to stack the administration with people who were loyal to him. There were a lot of people from Georgia, to be sure, but Ross made sure they got jobs at Transportation, HUD, Education, Veterans' Affairs, and the like. Defense, State, and Justice, the crown jewels of any administration, were loaded with his people.

After meeting with Alexander in the Abraham Lincoln Suite, Ross headed down to the Round Robin Bar for a much-needed drink. That was shortly before six. Four hours later he found himself more than a little cockeyed, drinking a glass of cognac and smoking a big fat Dominican cigar with two big Hollywood producers. Party big-hitters from across the country kept showing up, and with Alexander sulking in his suite, it fell on Ross's shoulders to thank them for their hard work and support. At midnight he finally tore himself away from the party. One of his aides convinced him to stay at the hotel and offered to fetch him a change of clothes before morning. Less than stable on his feet, Ross took the young man up on his offer.

He awoke a few minutes before 7:00 a.m. and ordered room service before jumping into the shower. The food arrived while he was shaving and he asked the young man to set it up in front of the TV. He finished shaving and then sat down in his hotel robe and dug into his eggs, toast, and bacon. He used the bacon and toast to poke at the rich yellow yolks. He chased it with some grapefruit juice and then started in with the coffee. Within minutes he was feeling better. Then there was a knock on the door.

Ross cocked his head in the direction of the sound and considered ignoring it. It was rare these days that he got to spend time alone. There was more knocking. This time it was much louder. The door shook. Ross threw his napkin on the table and walked across the suite. He yanked open the door to find Stu Garret standing there with a huge grin on his face.

Garret pushed his way past Ross and said, "I heard you tied one on last night."

Ross closed the door and followed him, saying, "I was merely trying to be a good host."

Garret went straight for the room service cart and snatched a piece of bacon from Ross's plate.

"Don't touch my food, Stu." Ross was dead serious.

"Relax," said Garret as he grabbed a newspaper from under his arm and presented it to Ross. "Isn't this beautiful?"

In large black type across the top of the paper was the headline, "CIA Tortures Wrong Man." Ross snatched the paper from Garret's clutches and began reading in earnest. The grin on his face was even bigger than the one Garret had when he'd answered the door. "This reallyis beautiful. He mentions both Kennedy and Rapp in the first paragraph." He kept reading and a few moments later added, "I'm not going to have to lift a finger. The press is going to tear them apart for me."

"Like hyenas descending on a wounded rhino. It's already started." Garret picked up the remote for the TV and turned on CNN. "It was picked up by all the wire services and amplified on the cable news stations, AM radio, the Internet. You name it. The blogosphere is going nuts. They might not make it to Saturday."

Ross laughed and shook his fist in the air. "Stu, this has to be one of your better calls."

Garret nodded in agreement. "Pretty well played, if I do say so myself."

A former CIA employee was on screen laying into Director Kennedy for not keeping Mitch Rapp on a tighter leash. He claimed that he had been warning people for years that the man was out of control.

"Do you think there's a chance he could go to jail?" Ross asked.

"Who knows? It's typically against the law to kidnap people and shoot them." Garret found his comment amusing and started laughing.

"We should probably think about coming out with a statement."

"Not yet. Too early. Let everyone else do your dirty work. Maybe tomorrow or Friday you could release something. For now I'd just sit back and enjoy the implosion of Kennedy's career."

The advice sounded good to Ross. He wondered how Kennedy was taking the news. Morale out at Langley would not be good this morning. The thought of all the long faces gave Ross a delicious idea. He clapped his hands together loudly, and then rubbing them together, started for the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Garret asked.

"To get dressed. I've got a busy morning and I need to squeeze in an unscheduled stop."