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Homeland Terror. Don Pendleton
Читать онлайн.Название Homeland Terror
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isbn 9781474023566
Автор произведения Don Pendleton
Жанр Морские приключения
Серия Gold Eagle Executioner
Издательство HarperCollins
“Okay, which is it?” Walden said once VanderMeer had picked up. “The Feds are on to you or there was a problem with the gun heist.”
“The gun show,” VanderMeer told him. “They got hold of both semis but ran into a buzz saw trying to get away.”
“You want to translate that for me?” Walden said. He could already feel his blood pressure rising. First that business at the fantasy camp in Sykesville, and now this. This bungling not only jeopardized his master plan, but it also increased the chance that his cover would be blown. If that happened, he would be as good as dead.
“I don’t have all the details yet,” VanderMeer confessed, “but apparently BATF showed up along with some other Feds. Our people were stopped cold, and from what I’ve heard, it was pretty ugly. One of the trucks was blown up, so the place is crawling with media and lookie-loos.”
“Shit,” Walden murmured. The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms was one of the few investigatory agencies he hadn’t yet managed to infiltrate with his own people.
“Who were these other Feds?” Walden said as he made his way to the wet bar and poured himself a drink.
“I think they were from Justice,” VanderMeer said. “Special agents.”
“Figures.”
Walden had used his connections to try to find out who’d blown up the weapons cache at the Wildest Dreams Fantasy Camp but had run into a dead end once the trail led to the Justice Department. It turned out that there were some levels of confidentiality even he could not bypass. And now it looked as if the same operative who’d brought down Jason Cummings and Mitch Brower had played a hand in thwarting the AFM’s attempt to replace the arms that had gone up in smoke back in Sykesville. Not knowing who he was up against left Walden feeling vulnerable. But, as with the incident at Wildest Dreams, his foremost concern was that he remain above suspicion.
“Did they take anyone into custody?” the senator asked.
“I don’t think so,” VanderMeer reported. “I think everyone was killed.”
Walden drained his drink and quickly poured another as he assessed the situation. He’d been lucky in the case of Sykesville, since neither Louie Paxton nor Xavier Manuel had known anything about the weapons stolen from Aberdeen, much less Walden’s role in enabling the theft. Both men had protected VanderMeer’s identity, as well, but he knew there was a chance their tongues could be loosened in the interrogation room. In Georgetown, at least, it appeared there were no survivors capable of ratting him out. Some consolation, he thought to himself.
“There’d better not be a trail leading back to us,” he warned.
“We should be okay,” VanderMeer assured him. “I’m on my way to the compound as we speak. I’ll make sure our tracks are covered.”
“Good. Once that’s settled, we need to come up with a way to spin this whole mess in our favor,” Walden advised. Already his mind was sorting through options. Making snap decisions while under duress was a skill he’d mastered over the years; it had helped him immeasurably in his rise through the ranks on Capitol Hill.
“Greg, listen to me,” VanderMeer said. “Bad as the news from Georgetown is, I’m afraid that’s not the worst of it. It’s not the reason I called.”
“What?” Walden was taken aback. “What are you talking about?”
There was a pause on the line, then Joan VanderMeer dropped the bombshell.
“It has to do with Edgar Byrnes,” she said. “You remember him. He’s the older brother of Wallace and Harlan—”
“I know who he is,” Walden interrupted. “We’ve got him planted at that goddamn farm next to Langley with that rocket launcher from Aberdeen. Once we get all our pieces in place, he’ll—”
“He’s not at the farm anymore,” VanderMeer interrupted. “Apparently he snapped tonight.”
“Snapped? What do you mean? He offed himself?”
“Worse,” she said. “He went ahead with the plan. On his own.”
Walden let out a deep breath and sank into chair behind him. This couldn’t be happening. “He fired at Langley?”
“Afraid so. Last I heard, there are eight confirmed dead. They’re still fighting the fire.”
Walden finished his drink, then hurled the shot glass across the room, shattering it against the flagstone hearth. He already had his hands full trying to figure out a way to put a spin on Sykesville and the gun-show fiasco in Georgetown. Now this.
“Please tell me he put a bullet through his head afterward,” he muttered into the cell phone. “Please tell me he’s in no position to talk.”
Once again, there was a moment’s silence on the line. Then VanderMeer warily confirmed Walden’s worst fears.
“I’m sorry, Greg, but he’s still out there somewhere.”
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