Protect And Defend

chapter 57
MOSUL, IRAQ

Rapp was seated on a metal folding chair. Next to him, lying on a stretcher, was a drugged-up Ali Abbas. The CIA interrogation team had arrived from Baghdad, and were busying themselves with the other two prisoners. Captain Dadarshi and Corporal Tahmineh had given up the location of three safe houses and the warehouse halfway to the Iranian border. An army unit patrolling near the warehouse was dispatched but found nothing. This did not surprise Rapp. A man like Mukhtar didn't stay alive all these years by making mistakes. The Quds Force safe houses in the city were tempting though. Rapp had to fight the urge to head into the city and participate in the safe house raids. As much as he wanted to be on the street doing something, however, he knew he needed to stay put until they had some solid intel. The safe houses would no doubt be an intelligence boon, but they would not find Kennedy in them.

Rapp's hope for that crucial piece of information was lying at his feet, and with each passing minute he became more doubtful that he would learn anything from Abbas. From Rapp's prior experience sodium pentothal worked differently with each subject. The drug always elicited conversation, but not necessarily meaningful conversation. Typically, the more logical and ordered the person's mind the better the answers. Conversely, the more scatterbrained or dim the subjects were, the more likely it was that they would string unconnected thoughts together like a radio stuck in scan mode. Five seconds on one subject and then on to the next. After twenty minutes with Abbas, Rapp was wondering if the man was clinically insane.

The terrorist's train of thought bounced from one subject to the next, and the only common thread had to do with a comment Rapp had made about the seventy-seven virgins that were supposedly awaiting Abbas in paradise. Abbas had been rambling on and on about how he was not afraid to die. Allah had a special place for him. He would have his pick of the finest seventy-seven virgins. Rapp told Abbas is was too bad he wouldn't be able to have sex with them. When Abbas asked why, Rapp told him because he was going to cut off his dick. This one comment sent the thirty-some-year-old terrorist into a fit of blubbering tears. Some twenty minutes later he was now trying to engage Rapp in a theological debate over whether or not his penis would magically reappear when he reached paradise.

Rapp decided that giving the man sodium pentothal had been a mistake. He stood and looked down at Abbas. "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does," Abbas replied with tear-filled eyes.

Rapp thought about telling the man the virgins didn't exist, and even if they did he would undoubtedly be on an express elevator to hell, in which case his penis wouldn't matter, but he decided it wasn't worth it. It was time to call Ashani again and put more pressure on him. He left the interrogation trailer and went back to the office trailer, where Dumond, Stilwell, and Ridley were holed up in the conference room working the phones and computers. Rapp felt a wave of hopelessness. They were not making anywhere near enough progress.

He looked across the room at Stilwell and asked, "Anything new?"

"Yeah. Come here and look at this photo."

Rapp walked around the conference table and looked at the computer screen. On it was the photo of Kennedy that President Amatullah had shown during his speech.

Stilwell clicked on the wall behind Kennedy and zoomed in on that part of the photo. "They're holding her underground, and I'm pretty sure she's in the city. This type of limestone is quarried near the river. You can find it in cellars all over the city, but it's predominantly found in the old section of the West Bank."

Rapp studied the photo. Bands of green and black mold streaked the rocks closest to the floor, and white clumps of calcification could be seen near the corner. "He's making mistakes."

"How so?"

"Terrorism 101, cover the walls with sheets, so you don't give up clues like this." Rapp felt a glimmer of hope. "He's someplace he wasn't planning on, and my guess is, he's short on people too."

"Really," Stilwell said with feigned surprise. "You only killed about twenty of his men this morning."

Rapp ignored the comment and said, "Make copies of this section of wall and get it to all the military units. Also, track down any local stonemasons and see if they can give us a better idea of where this might be."

Moving on to Dumond, Rapp asked, "Any luck with Ashani's cell phone number?"

"Nothing. The only thing we came up with today was the call you made to him, and a call he made to his wife."

"Shit." Rapp ran a hand through his thick black hair. "Is the NSA giving you everything you need?"

"And then some. With all the drones up in the air and the satellites overhead we're picking up so much stuff, the translators are having a hard time keeping pace. If we had a sample of Mukhtar's voice it would help."

"I'll see what I can do." Rapp grabbed his cell phone and scrolled back a couple of calls until he found the one he was looking for.

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