sort of busy.”
“As long or as short as you want to make it.”
Over two cups of strong coffee Knox explained what he wanted.
“I don’t know where Oliver is,” she said truthfully. “We became friends, and I stayed at his cottage, but now he’s gone and he didn’t tell anybody where he was going.”
“How did you become friends and why were you staying at his cottage?”
“Simple enough. He helped me with a problem I had and after he left I wanted to keep his home going for him in case he came back.”
“So your problem was with Jerry Bagger, now deceased?”
“I see you do your homework.”
“Wasn’t that hard actually. What exactly was your beef with Bagger, Ms. Hunter?” Knox didn’t believe for a moment that that was her name but he was willing to play along, for now.
“What’s it to you?”
“Humor me.”
“Why the hell should I?”
He pointed to the cup she was holding. “How about I take the prints off that and run them through a database. Would I pull up the name Susan Hunter?”
“There’s no law against changing your name.”
“Right, but the
reason
for changing your name, now that might be illegal.”
“Bagger hurt someone I cared about and I wanted to nail him for it and I did.”
“With Alex Ford and Oliver Stone’s help?”
“Yeah. Bagger was a crook and a sociopath. The FBI and Justice Department had been after him for a long time. He got what he deserved. So what’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t really give a crap about Jerry Bagger. I want Oliver Stone. Or John Carr. I don’t know which name you refer to him as.”
“I only know him as Oliver Stone. I have no idea who John Carr is.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“About six months ago.”
“You heard about Carter Gray’s and Senator Simpson’s murders?”
“I watch the news.”
“Stone had a relationship with Gray.”
“Didn’t know that.”
“Alex Ford never bothered to tell you? Because he knew all about it.”
“We’re just friends, and friends don’t share everything.”
“Why’d you leave the cottage?”
“Got tired of living with dead people.”
“You wouldn’t have happened to have heard from Stone? Maybe he told you to take it underground?”
“Why would he do that?”
“You tell me.”
“How can I tell you about something that didn’t happen?”
“I think your buddy’s on the run.”
“From what?”
Knox stood. “Okay, my BS alarm is clanging so hard it’s hurting my ears. So like I told your friend, Ford, I’ll be in touch. And don’t try to leave the city. That would not make me happy.” He walked off.
CHAPTER 20
M ACKLIN H AYES did not seem particularly pleased. He and Knox were sitting in front of a fire in the library of a luxurious late-nineteenth-century brownstone in the heart of D.C. that Hayes had access to 24/7. Spy kings, it seemed, had gold-plated perks.
“So you’ve run around interviewing all the usual suspects today and have
no
progress to show for it.”
“I’m not just going through the motions, General. I did my little dog-and-pony show with all of them except for the Reuben Rhodes character, and I’ll catch up to him at some point. They’re all lying. They all know more than they’ll admit. That’s progress right there as far as I’m concerned. At some point they’ll make a slip and then we move in.”
“I seriously doubt the man left them a copy of his travel itinerary.”
“I doubt that too, but Carr is a loyal guy. If we can nail his friends on something, put them at risk for prison time, then that may flush him out.”
“Meaning he’ll come running back here to save his friends? You really believe that will happen, Knox?”
“I’ve studied the man, gone over his career, talked to his friends. Yeah, I think that might happen. And what’s the downside if it doesn’t work?”
Hayes finished off his glass of wine and stared into the fire. “Let me speak frankly, Knox. Hopefully it will be
“As long or as short as you want to make it.”
Over two cups of strong coffee Knox explained what he wanted.
“I don’t know where Oliver is,” she said truthfully. “We became friends, and I stayed at his cottage, but now he’s gone and he didn’t tell anybody where he was going.”
“How did you become friends and why were you staying at his cottage?”
“Simple enough. He helped me with a problem I had and after he left I wanted to keep his home going for him in case he came back.”
“So your problem was with Jerry Bagger, now deceased?”
“I see you do your homework.”
“Wasn’t that hard actually. What exactly was your beef with Bagger, Ms. Hunter?” Knox didn’t believe for a moment that that was her name but he was willing to play along, for now.
“What’s it to you?”
“Humor me.”
“Why the hell should I?”
He pointed to the cup she was holding. “How about I take the prints off that and run them through a database. Would I pull up the name Susan Hunter?”
“There’s no law against changing your name.”
“Right, but the
reason
for changing your name, now that might be illegal.”
“Bagger hurt someone I cared about and I wanted to nail him for it and I did.”
“With Alex Ford and Oliver Stone’s help?”
“Yeah. Bagger was a crook and a sociopath. The FBI and Justice Department had been after him for a long time. He got what he deserved. So what’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t really give a crap about Jerry Bagger. I want Oliver Stone. Or John Carr. I don’t know which name you refer to him as.”
“I only know him as Oliver Stone. I have no idea who John Carr is.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“About six months ago.”
“You heard about Carter Gray’s and Senator Simpson’s murders?”
“I watch the news.”
“Stone had a relationship with Gray.”
“Didn’t know that.”
“Alex Ford never bothered to tell you? Because he knew all about it.”
“We’re just friends, and friends don’t share everything.”
“Why’d you leave the cottage?”
“Got tired of living with dead people.”
“You wouldn’t have happened to have heard from Stone? Maybe he told you to take it underground?”
“Why would he do that?”
“You tell me.”
“How can I tell you about something that didn’t happen?”
“I think your buddy’s on the run.”
“From what?”
Knox stood. “Okay, my BS alarm is clanging so hard it’s hurting my ears. So like I told your friend, Ford, I’ll be in touch. And don’t try to leave the city. That would not make me happy.” He walked off.
CHAPTER 20
M ACKLIN H AYES did not seem particularly pleased. He and Knox were sitting in front of a fire in the library of a luxurious late-nineteenth-century brownstone in the heart of D.C. that Hayes had access to 24/7. Spy kings, it seemed, had gold-plated perks.
“So you’ve run around interviewing all the usual suspects today and have
no
progress to show for it.”
“I’m not just going through the motions, General. I did my little dog-and-pony show with all of them except for the Reuben Rhodes character, and I’ll catch up to him at some point. They’re all lying. They all know more than they’ll admit. That’s progress right there as far as I’m concerned. At some point they’ll make a slip and then we move in.”
“I seriously doubt the man left them a copy of his travel itinerary.”
“I doubt that too, but Carr is a loyal guy. If we can nail his friends on something, put them at risk for prison time, then that may flush him out.”
“Meaning he’ll come running back here to save his friends? You really believe that will happen, Knox?”
“I’ve studied the man, gone over his career, talked to his friends. Yeah, I think that might happen. And what’s the downside if it doesn’t work?”
Hayes finished off his glass of wine and stared into the fire. “Let me speak frankly, Knox. Hopefully it will be
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