“You’re so full of it, Enrico.”
Davis switched off the recorder. “You and Vincenti, talking on the phone two days ago. An international call. Easily monitored.”
He pushed “Play” again.
“We need to talk.”
“Your payment for saving my life?”
“Your end of our bargain, as we originally discussed long ago.”
“I’ll be ready to meet with the Council in a few days. First, there are things I need to resolve.”
“I’m more interested in when you and I will meet.”
“I’m sure you are. I am, too, actually. But there are things I must complete.”
“My time on the Council ends soon. Thereafter, you’ll have others to deal with. They may not be as accommodating.”
“I do enjoy dealing with you, Enrico. We so understand each other.”
“We need to talk.”
“Soon. First, you have that other problem we spoke about. The Americans.”
“Not to worry, I plan to deal with that today.”
Davis switched off the machine. “Vincenti dealt with the problem. He killed one of our agents. We found her body, along with another man, the one who arranged for your assassination.”
“You allowed her to die? Knowing of the conversation?”
“Unfortunately, we did not have this recording until after she disappeared.”
She didn’t like the way Davis’ eyes flickered between her and the recorder—along with the strange uneasiness that accompanied her growing anger.
“Apparently, you and Vincenti are engaged in some sort of joint venture. I’m here—again, as your friend—to tell you that he intends to change that deal. Here’s what we think. Vincenti needs you out of power. With Karyn Walde, he can shame you from office or, at a minimum, cause you enormous political problems. Homosexuality is not accepted here. Religious fundamentalists, whom you keep on a tight leash, would finally have the ammunition to fire back. You’d have problems so massive, not even your germs could ease them.”
She’d never considered the possibility before, but what the American said made sense. Why else would Vincenti take Karyn? Yet there was something that needed to be mentioned. “Like you said, she’s dying of AIDS and may already be dead.”
“Vincenti’s no fool. Maybe he believes a dying declaration could actually carry more weight. You’d have a lot of questions to answer—about that house, why Walde was there, the nurse. I’m told that she knows things, along with many of your Sacred Band, who guarded the house. Vincenti has the nurse, too. That’s a lot of people to contain.”
“This isn’t America. Television can be controlled.”
“But can fundamentalism? Along with the fact that you have plenty of enemies who’d like to take your place. I think the man who just left here falls into that category. By the way, he met with Vincenti last night, too. Picked him up at the airport and drove him into the city.”
This man was superbly informed.
“Minister, we don’t want Vincenti to succeed with whatever he’s planning. That’s why I’m here. To offer our assistance. We’re aware of your trip to Venice and of Cassiopeia Vitt returning here with you. Again she’s not a problem. In fact, she knows quite a bit about what you were seeking in Venice. There’s information you missed.”
“Tell me what it is.”
“If I knew, I would. You’ll have to ask Vitt. She and her two associates, Henrik Thorvaldsen and Cotton Malone, are aware of something called Ptolemy’s riddle and objects known as elephant medallions.” Davis held up his hands in a mock surrender. “Don’t know. Don’t care. That’s your business. All I know is that there was something to find in Venice, which you apparently missed. If you already are aware, I apologize for wasting your time. But President Daniels wanted you to know that, like the Venetian League, he, too, looks after his friends.”
Enough. This man needed to be put in his place. “You must take me for an idiot.”
They exchanged glances, but no words.
“Tell your president I don’t need his help.”
Davis appeared offended.
“If I were you,” she said, “I’d leave this Federation as quickly as you came.”
“A threat, Minister?”
She shook her head. “Just a comment.”
“Strange way to talk to a friend.”
She stood. “You’re not my friend.”
THE DOOR CLOSED AS EDWIN DAVIS LEFT THE CHAMBER. HER mind churned with an ability she’d always managed when seizing an opportune moment.
Kamil Revin reentered and walked to her desk. She studied her foreign minister. Vincenti thought himself clever, cultivating him to be a spy. But this Russian-educated Asian, who professed to be a Muslim but never entered a mosque, had acted as the perfect conduit for disinformation. She’d dismissed him earlier from her meeting with Davis because he could not repeat what he did not know.
“You failed to mention that Vincenti was in the Federation,” she said.
Revin shrugged. “He came in last night on business. He’s at the Intercontinental, as always.”
“He’s at his estate in the mountains.”
She noticed the surprise in the younger man’s eyes. Real? Or an act? Hard to say with this one. But he seemed to sense her suspicion.
“Minister, I’ve been your ally. I’ve lied for you. I’ve delivered enemies to you. I’ve watched Vincenti for years and have faithfully acted as you instructed.”
She had not the time to argue. “Then show your loyalty. I have a special task that only you can perform.”
Malone 3 - The Venetian Betrayal
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