“And in the process let a military veteran take the fall for it,” added Roy heatedly.
The DCI put up his hands in mock surrender. “Their acts were heinous. I am in total agreement with that.”
“But I sense a but coming,” said Beth.
“But to prosecute them would mean the truth would come out.”
“They were rogues, doing their own op. The higher-ups might have to officially take responsibility for that, but the blame still lies with them,” argued Beth. “Hell, the FBI prosecuted Hanssen. The CIA did the same with Ames. It’s not exactly new territory.”
“You are not in possession of all the facts.”
“Then enlighten me.”
The fellow from the White House interjected. “Their actions were not authorized by anyone higher up on the chain of command; I give you my word on that.”
“But other things they did were authorized?” said Mace.
“Illegal things?” added Roy.
The CIA director looked at him. “You ventured to the escrow firm, DLT?”
“I did. And I found a pretty slick piggyback scheme using legitimate business transactions to cover other movements of money.”
“But no hard proof of same?”
“No.”
“What are you getting at?” asked Beth.
“We’re at war, Chief. It is not a conventional war. Most Americans realize that by now. We fight fire with fire. And we also fight dirt with dirt.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning that intelligence is king and who gets the most accurate intelligence wins. And the people who possess that intelligence are often folks that, well, that we would not ordinarily choose to associate with.”
“Meaning, at least in the eyes of the American public, our enemies.”
“Our usual allies are virtually powerless to help us in this fight. We combat the devil by working with the devil. And since they obviously aren’t helping us out of the goodness of their hearts…”
“The piggyback scheme was a way of paying off people for intelligence?” said Roy.
“Again, I can’t answer that.”
Beth spoke up. “But if so, and Diane Tolliver found out and then told Meldon, why kill them? Couldn’t you have appealed to their patriotism? Jamie certainly wouldn’t have done anything to jeopardize this country’s interests.”
The DCI said, “The real truth is that Donnelly and Burns went way past all orthodoxy in getting the monies needed to pay off these folks. And while these sums started off relatively small, they have, over the years, become enormous.”
“And Congress wouldn’t appropriate the needed funds?” said Beth.
“You know the deficits we have now.”
“So how did they manage the money part?”
“They have not been particularly cooperative. But we have been able, with a little digging, to gain a fairly clear picture of what happened.”
“And so what does that picture tell us?” asked Beth.”
Something, unfortunately, that none of you are cleared for.”
“That is bullshit,” barked the chief. “After all this, you’re telling me that you won’t read us into what happened?”
“Suffice it to say that a lot of the money coming through those piggyback pipelines Mr. Kingman mentioned was very, very dirty. And in order to launder it, Donnelly and Burns were charging a substantial fee. Those monies were used to purchase support.”
“Drug dealers, weapon runners, slavery rings?” said Beth.
“Neither confirm nor deny.”
“Now that you’ve basically told us nothing, why did you really ask us here?”
“If any of this comes out it will do this country great harm. I daresay it would destroy any hopes we have of winning the war on terror.”
The White House representative added, “It would embolden our enemies. It would weaken our position around the globe. Nothing good will come out of this.”
“You mean other than two bastards being punished for their heinous crimes?” shot back Mace.
“It’s not that simple,” murmured the DCI.
“Yeah, it’s never that simple for people in high places. But the little guy does something like this he gets squashed like a bug.”
Beth shook her head in frustration. “And what exactly do I tell Jamie Meldon’s family? And Diane Tolliver’s friends?”
“I don’t have a good answer for you. In Meldon’s case I can tell you that his family will never want for money. Uncle Sam is picking up the tab there.”
“Gee, all it cost them was their husband and father,” said Mace bitterly.
“If you think I like this any better than you do, you’re mistaken. But that’s just the way it has to be.”
“And Mary Bard?” asked Beth. “Funny name for a Russian, by the way.”
“Her father was an American, a defector unfortunately. She’s been returned to her country. She really was only following orders. And she’s an excellent field agent. We may very well use her again.”
Mace looked ready to burst. “I don’t believe this crap. That lady was going to kill me and Roy. She did kill two American agents. And I thought the Russians weren’t exactly our best friends.”
The DCI looked at her curiously. “Frankly, Ms. Perry, you obviously don’t understand the intelligence business. Enemies and allies are often interchangeable.”
“FranklyI consider the term ‘intelligence business’ not only a misnomer but a freaking oxymoron.”
Beth spoke up. “Mace cracked this case. She should be reinstated to the police force.”
The DCI shook his head. “I’m sorry. That won’t be happening. That would entail the truth coming out.”
“So she gets zip,” said Beth.
The uniform from DIA cleared his throat. “Sacrifice for the greater good.”
Mace glared at him. “I’ll be sure to tell that to my probation officer, thanks.”
The White House rep stood, signaling that the meeting was over. “We very much appreciate all your help in this matter. As does the president himself, which he wishes he could make public but of course cannot for national security reasons.”
“Big shit,” said Mace as she turned and walked out of the office, Beth and Roy trailing her.
CHAPTER 114
BETH DROVE THEM back to Altman’s house. Before she left to return to work she told Mace, “I know you’ve got the job with Altman, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that Roy will be taking up some of your time too. But don’t forget your big sister.”
“How could I? Every time I need her, she’s right there.”
“I can say the same about you.”
“No, you really can’t, Beth. I wish you could, but I’ve fallen down on the job.”
“It’s just a firstborn’s fate in life,” she said, attempting a smile.
“Was it my imagination or did the DCI seem really pleased about the turn of events?”
“Oh, no, he was. Now that Donnelly went down, guess who’s back in charge of the intelligence world and doing the presidential daily briefing?”
“Right.”
They shared a brief hug before Beth Perry turned back into Chief Perry, climbed into Cruiser One, and headed back to town to fight crime.
Roy said, “I don’t have any plans today. How about going out to lunch with a former college basketball player turned one-armed paper hanger? I’m buying.”
“Sounds great. I can help you cut up your food and wipe your mouth for you.”
“Yeah, that’ll be great practice for down the road.”
“Down what road?” Mace said sharply as she gave him a piercing stare.
He took a step back, his face turning red. “Uh, the road where I left my mouth with my size thirteen feet in it.”
“Oh, Roy, you’re so cute.”
“Seriously, do you want to go?”
“I’d love to.”
Late that night Mace climbed on her Ducati and fired it up. Two minutes later she was ripping down the highway into D.C. She hit the Sixth District and wound her way to the spot where her life had changed forever. Now the sight made her gut clench and her cheeks flame. But there would come a day she told herself when this spot would fill her with supreme satisfaction instead of heartbreak. And when that day came-and it would-Mace Perry would really be back.