“And if they’re wrong, and they’re fired upon?”

“Then their backup will pull them out, and I’ll tell them to load with APC’s.”

Alex frowned. “What’s that?”

“Armor piercing bullets. It’ll go through the car, the men, and out the other side.”

She hesitated, glancing up at Teren. But she made her decision.

“Send them in. I’ll keep talking on the PA, and try to cover their movements. You tell your men, I want them alive if at all possible.”

“Got it.” He nodded at Teren and moved away slightly to give the orders.

Alex closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Treville?”

“What?”

“You killed Radcliffe, didn’t you.” There was no doubt, and no question, in her voice.

“White killed him. His fingerprints were on the gun.”

“No, you killed him. Because Radcliffe could identify you, and you figured, since it was all unraveling, why not make sure all the people who knew you and CJ were gone. That’s why you wanted Brogan dead.”

There was silence.

“But, you see, it won’t work. We have the papers from Franz Eisenbein. Your name is on them — even a letter from you, Treville. I have White, but I don’t need him, or Dawkins, or anyone.”

“They won’t let you use those in the US courts!”

“Maybe, maybe not. But the Bundeskriminalamt can certainly use them. And I’m sure we can push the paperwork through for your extradition.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you hanging for your crimes. The BKA was specifically set up to combat Nazi activities. And the US government wants to keep Germany as an ally, so you’ll be on a plane for Germany before you know it.”

She waited, wondering if she’d gotten through to him at all.

“What do you want, Reis?”

It was a different voice, but one she recognized easily. “Davies? From you, I want your badge — nothing more. From Treville — I want CJ.”

Treville’s voice cut through the garage again.

“If I give him to you, will —” There were two quick shots that stopped his question, and then the sound of a motor revving up. The limousine began to move away, gaining speed, crashing through two other cars. Taking a quick turn, it headed for the exit ramp.

As it did so, Alex saw three cars pull into position, blocking the vehicle’s escape route. At the last possible second, the driver in the limo yanked the wheel, away from the ramp heading up to the exit, and onto the ramp leading down to the next level.

It wasn’t soon enough. The right front tire hit the curb, lifting the front of the long car. The back wheel did the same, and the car entered the tunnel at a high rate of speed, on two tires. The tires that were up in the air hit the side wall, and the car flipped, just as it dropped from Alex’s sight. There was the screech of metal on cement, and a loud crash.

Alex glanced at Redhawk who was listening intently. After a moment he raised his head.

“One body in the car. Dead from massive head wounds.”

She nodded, and looked over at the area where the limo had been parked.

Treville lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. There was a perfect hole in the center of his forehead, and a growing puddle of blood spreading out from under his head. The chauffeur was lying a few feet away, his throat torn open by a bullet.

Dawkins and another man had been pulled from the sedan, and were being handcuffed. Ken was there, reading Dawkins his rights, even as another agent strapped a bandage around the prisoner’s bleeding arm.

Alex felt a hand come down on her shoulder. She flinched, then realized who it was, and sighed. “You alright, Teren?”

“Yeah. You?”

She nodded.

Teren squeezed her shoulder again. “We got Treville, Alex. There’s only CJ left. And with Dawkins in custody, we’ll get him. Don’t worry.”

“Right.” Alex shrugged the hand off her shoulder and approached Ken, who was still watching Dawkins get his arm bandaged.

Ken saw her and turned. “Hey, Alex. It must have been Davies in the limo — he’s the only one not here.”

“Uh-huh.” She stepped past him and grabbed Dawkins by the lapels. Yanking him up from his seat, she pushed him back into the hood of the car, scowling at him.

Ken frowned and reached over to stop her, but Teren held his arm. He looked at her and she shook her head, no.

“There’s only one thing I want from you, Mr. Dawkins. And that’s a name. Do you understand?”

“Ummm, I think —”

“No, don’t think. Just listen. I want a name. I want you to tell me who CJ is. And I want you to do it now.”

“Agent Reis,” he stopped and licked his lips. His eyes were wide and glassy. “I’m afraid I can’t.”

Her jaw clenched, and she glared at him. “Why not?”

“Well, because I don’t know. None of us did. Only Treville knew his real name. He never told the rest of us.”

Dawkins flinched at the fury in Alex’s eyes.

“You know he works for the FBI?”

“We believed so, yes.”

“Believed? You didn’t know for sure?”

“No. It was hinted at, but never confirmed.” He swallowed. “I’m sorry, Agent Reis. Treville could have told you — but I can’t.”

“Is there anybody else who knew? Anyone who knew his real name?”

Dawkins started to shake his head, then stopped.“I’m not positive, but Martin might know.”

“Martin? Richmond?”

“Yes. He and Treville were very close. I think Treville introduced him to CJ. He might know who he is, but I can’t be sure.”

Alex let go of Dawkins, and motioned to him to sit down. She moved away, fists clenched. Teren followed, and Ken trailed behind them.

“Alex? Where we going?”

She turned and glared at him. “You’re staying here. You make sure nothing happens to Dawkins. He and White are the only two witnesses, and we need to keep them alive. Got it?”

He nodded. “What about you?”

“New York. Teren and I are gonna go ask Richmond who CJ is.”

“And if he won’t tell you?”

She glared at him, her fury evident in the twisted features. “Then I’ll kill him myself.” She stalked off towards the car, not waiting for Teren.

The taller woman turned to Ken. “Stay with Dawkins. Redhawk has his orders, and he’ll be taking him to a safehouse. You go with, find out everything you can.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll take care of Alex.”

“Alright. You might wanna start, though, by telling her that Richmond isn’t in New York.”

Teren stared at him. “Where the hell is he?”

“He’s here. For Stephen Radcliffe’s funeral — same reason Dawkins was flying in.”

Her eyes widened. “Think Alex knows that?”

Ken shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“Thanks, Ken. Talk to you soon.” Teren gave him a slight wave and started jogging towards her partner who was halfway across the parking lot.

Ken shook his head and moved back towards Dawkins.

Chapter Forty-one

Teren let Alex take the wheel, hoping the driving would help to calm her friend.

“Alex? Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

Well, that worked. She sighed. “Alex. You can’t just barge in and threaten to kill him. You know that.”

“Do I?”

“Yes.” Teren kept her voice quiet and soft. “And I don’t think that’s what you want.”

“What I WANT,” Alex yelled, “is for this to be over! To not have to worry about my friends, my career — my partner! I’ve had it, Teren.”

“I know. I feel the same way.”

“No you don’t! You didn’t have to see someone you love bleeding on the ground from a bullet to the head! You didn’t have to watch your partner get shot, or —”

“No, I just had to shoot mine.”

Teren’s quiet voice stopped Alex cold, and she felt some of the anger drain away. She was breathing hard, gripping the steering wheel tightly, but suddenly the fog had been penetrated, and she could feel something other than the fury that had enveloped her.

She stayed quiet for a moment, concentrating on driving. When she had to stop for a red light, she finally leaned back against the seat and glanced at Teren. “I’m sorry, Ter.”