Chapter
29
ROBIE SIPPED ON A CUP of lukewarm coffee and studied the other people in the small room. They were in a CIA safe house twelve miles outside of Paris.
Reel was there, leaning against a wall and staring at nothing.
DD Amanda Marks was reading something on her phone.
Andrew Viola sat in a chair, his gaze on the floor.
Evan Tucker was in another chair and staring at the ceiling.
Marks finished with her phone and looked at Robie and Reel.
“Anything to add to your debrief?”
Robie shook his head and Reel said, “No. He obviously knew we were coming and he shot himself before we could. He said not to let them hurt his family and he told the president to go to hell.”
Evan Tucker seemed to shudder with every word she spoke. Reel looked at him with disgust but said nothing.
Robie put down the coffee and rose. “You want to tell us what’s really going on now?”
His question was directed not at Marks but at Tucker.
The DCI slowly seemed to realize this by the silence that persisted. He looked down to see Robie staring at him.
“And what the hell do you mean by that?” Tucker said slowly.
“I mean I’d like to hear the truth.”
Robie took a few steps toward the man. Reel did the same.
Viola rose and stood between the DCI and them. “I think we all need to take a breath and calm down.”
Marks said, “Robie and Reel, you need to stand down on this. The mission is over.”
Reel glanced at her. “I highly doubt that.”
“What do you mean?” snapped Tucker.
“The second in command in North Korea just offs himself in France and you think it ends here?”
“The whole scene has been cleansed,” said Tucker. “There’s nothing tying us to this. He killed himself. That’s clear. When the body is found that’s what the verdict will be. Because it’s the truth.”
“You’re joking, right?” said Reel. “You think the North Koreans, the paranoid North Koreans who desperately want to be taken seriously by the rest of the world, will let this drop?”
“Why do you think they care about this?” yelled Tucker.
“Because your lip is sweating,” retorted Reel. “You are up to your ass in this, Tucker. The general’s last words were telling our president to go to hell. Do you want us to report directly to him what we were told? Since it concerns him, he might want to know.”
Marks held up a warning hand. “Reel, I get where you’re coming from, I really do, but don’t go there. Stand down. Now! This is not helping.”
Reel started to say something and then turned away, obviously furious.
Robie said, “So what now?”
Tucker looked at him. “We let sleeping dogs lie.”
“That’s it? That’s your strategy?”
Marks said, “I think we need to go wheels up and back to the States. None of what we’re doing here is productive.” She looked at Robie and Reel. “Pack up your gear and let’s roll.”
Robie kept his gaze on Tucker. “Sir, with all due respect, this is not going away, no matter how much you and the president want it to. So I would respectfully suggest that you have a backup strategy to be deployed when the North Koreans come back at us. And they will.”
“What do you know about anything, Robie?” said Tucker, but his voice cracked when he said it.
“I know enough to know that this is a potential powder keg and North Korea has nukes. And it seems like their only goal in life is to kick sand in our face every chance they get. Well, I think we just handed them a great opportunity to nail us right in the balls. And they will. The only question is how.”
Marks said, “How do you think they will?”
Tucker looked at her and then back at Robie. He seemed to be waiting for an answer too.
Reel spoke up. “They either go big or small. Going big means they launch a missile. Going small means they send out their own team of assassins against a specific target or targets.”
Robie nodded in agreement at this.
Marks said, “And which do you think it will be, best guess?”
Robie answered. “A missile does nothing. They can’t reach us or any of our allies, and they’ve never shown they can deliver a payload.”
“So, small then. A team sent out against a target,” said Marks slowly. “But what target?”
“Targets, maybe,” corrected Robie. “And if our plan was to take out their leader?”
“There is no way they can do that, Robie,” said Tucker. “The president is too well protected.”
“Maybe he is and maybe he isn’t. But as all of us know, he almost bought it recently inside the White House.”
Reel added, “And the North Koreans are known for having some of the most ruthless assassins in the world. And like the suicide bombers in the Middle East, they don’t mind if they die.”
“I can’t believe they would pull that trigger,” said Marks. “We would annihilate them.”
Tucker rose. “We’ll cross that bridge when and if we have to.”
Reel stepped forward. “Fine, but let’s get one thing straight. You try and lay any of this at our feet, it won’t just be the North Koreans coming for you.”
Tucker got in her face. “How dare you threaten me.”
“It’s not a threat. It’s more than a threat, Director. And as you know very well, when someone hurts me or someone I care about, I hurt them back. I don’t care what flag they’re carrying.”
She turned and left the room.