The Survivor by Vince Flynn

sure, but he’d already decided he had no alternative to bringing Gould in on this. What he was in no mood for, though, was sitting around the seventh floor talking about it. He stood and started for the door.
    â€œI’m going down to see Marcus. If you get anything else from Rickman, you know how to reach me.”

CHAPTER 11
    ISI H EADQUARTERS
    I SLAMABAD
    P AKISTAN
    A HMED Taj sat behind his massive desk, staring at the wall. The headphones covering his ears were plugged into a secure laptop and the voice of the late Akhtar Durrani was audible above the hiss of static.
    â€œNow, you have many stories to tell me.”
    â€œNot yet,” Joseph Rickman replied.
    â€œYou made a promise. I have arranged everything. You are safe in my country. I have even gone so far as to arrange a new identity for you. You must follow through on your side of the bargain. I want the names of the American spies.”
    â€œWhen Vazir gets back from Zurich, we will see how things are, and then I will decide when and how I will begin sharing that information.”
    â€œThat was not our deal!” Durrani shouted, and the low growl of Rickman’s Rottweiler became audible.
    â€œThe deal has changed. You did that when you decided to interfere with Louis Gould’s assassination of Rapp. Now we will have to wait and see.”
    â€œI could have you killed,” Durrani hissed . “Or better yet, I will nurse you back to health and have you beaten to a pulp again. How would youlike that, you stupid American? You think you are so smart . . . well, you are not so smart. I hold all of the cards here. I am the one who decides if you will live or die.”
    Rickman’s laughter had a distinctive gurgle to it. Undoubtedly the result of his self-inflicted injuries. “You think you have me by the balls, General?”
    â€œI could have you killed right now.”
    â€œYes, you could, and then in a month or so you would die as well.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    â€œYou are so naïve, General. Do you think I’m foolish enough to put my life in your hands and not have an insurance policy?”
    â€œYou are bluffing.”
    â€œNo, that’s not my style. I plan, I don’t bluff. I have taken certain precautions. I’ve hired a law firm and given them very specific instructions that if they don’t hear from me at prearranged intervals they’re to begin emailing files to Director Kennedy and a few other select people.”
    â€œWhat kind of files?” Durrani said, cautiously.
    â€œVery detailed information that, among many other things, implicates you in all this.”
    â€œWhat could you possibly be thinking? That is reckless . . . what if these lawyers take a look at the information?”
    â€œIt’s encrypted, and don’t worry, they are people I trust. You have nothing to worry about as long as you honor our agreement.”
    â€œYou are the one who needs to honor our agreement. Senator Ferris says he needs the information so he can move against Rapp and Kennedy.”
    â€œLet’s see how things go in Zurich.”
    â€œYou are a fool.”
    â€œReally,” Rickman answered in an amused tone . “I think it is actually very pragmatic of me.”
    â€œI’m talking about giving such valuable information to people I cannot trust. It’s foolish.”
    â€œIt’s actually very smart, although probably not all that smart considering your history.”
    â€œWhatis that supposed to mean?”
    â€œIt’s pretty obvious that you have a habit of killing the people you work with.”
    â€œThat is an exaggeration.”
    â€œNot really, so the fact that I took a few precautions is just common sense. It’s not particularly smart.”
    Taj reached for his keyboard and shut down the recording, returning it to its encrypted folder. There were hundreds of hours of audio from the listening