“Holy shit!” the clerk exclaimed. “You can do that?”

“With a smile on my face.”

Alex turned to Annabelle and he nodded. “Proceed, Agent Hunter.”

Annabelle took a sheaf of papers from her pocket. “We have a search and arrest warrant for Mr. Bagger and his associates.” She eyed the clerk sternly. “We don’t like putting innocent people in harm’s way, William, but this Bagger is a killer, into drugs, arms dealing, every bad thing you can think of. But if you cooperate we can put a tail on him and take the bastard outside the hotel. I think your supervisor would probably approve of that.”

William stared at her for a few moments and then started clicking on his computer. “We don’t have a Bagger listed,” he said in a shaky voice.

“I would be astonished if he used his real name.” Annabelle described Bagger to him in detail. “He’d always come and go with a bunch of muscle.”

Alex added, “I would think a guy like that would tend to stick out here, am I right?”

William nodded. “He is staying here, under the name Frank Walters. He has the best suite in the hotel. Wonderful views of the White House.”

“I’m sure. Okay, thanks for the assist, William. But don’t say a word to anyone. You understand me?”

“Absolutely, best of luck, Officer,” he said weakly.

Alex nodded, gave him a hard slap on the arm and left with Annabelle.

Outside Alex called in a team to cover the hotel. Now where Bagger went, so would they.

As they were leaving in Alex’s car Annabelle said, “You are quick on your feet. That was great in there.”

“Coming from you that’s a real compliment. So now what?”

“So now we pull the trigger.”

CHAPTER 73

FINN, LESYA AND STONE just stared at each other for a long time. Then Lesya uttered a curse and slowly rose from her chair. She gripped a small wooden box on her nightstand and looked ready to hurl it at Stone’s head. “John Carr,” she spat out. “You? Here? You murderer.”

Stone turned to Finn. “A man was eavesdropping on you both. From his expression he understood some or all of what he heard. He ran out of here. I saw the room he originally came out of. I ‘accidentally’ looked in that room. There was another man in there keeping watch over a patient.”

Finn hadn’t moved a muscle. “Who is the man?”

“At the CIA we used to call them crypt keepers. An agent with a serious brain injury who might reveal secrets is watched over by other agents until the person either dies or recovers. I believe that’s what’s going on here.”

“The CIA here?” Lesya hissed, an incredulous expression on her face.

“And the other man was also a crypt keeper presumably going off duty. He overheard us and he understood what we were saying?” Finn said slowly.

“The language you were speaking provides a good cover. Almost no one would understand any of it.”

“But you did?” Finn said.

Stone nodded. “Language skills came with the territory. And that’s why we have to leave. Now.”

Finn glanced at his mother, who was still staring at Stone with loathing. “And why should we trust you? You could be leading us right into a trap.”

“That’s right,” Lesya said. “A trap. Just like they did to your father.”

“If that were my intent I would simply have waited until you left here,” Stone said, indicating Finn. “And shot you on your way back to the airport. There’s a stretch of woods in between that’s particularly convenient. As for your mother here, this place is not well guarded. An unlocked door, a pillow, a brief struggle.” He shrugged. “And if I worked with the CIA I wouldn’t have come here and warned you. I would’ve just let them take you.”

“How did you know to even come here?” Finn said.

“I followed you from Washington. I saw you outside Senator Simpson’s office building this morning. You seemed a bit suspicious-looking.”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious.”

“You weren’t. I’ve just been trained how to look.”

“And why were you at Simpson’s office?”

“Because a man told me, against his will, that the matter of Rayfield Solomon had become a priority for the CIA again.”

“And why is that?” Finn said warily.

Stone sized him up. And came away with a clear impression. He reminds me of me, all those years ago. “If you kill for revenge, you want the victim to know why. So you either send them something ahead of time or give it to them right before you pull the trigger. I think that was done with Cincetti, Bingham and Cole. And it was also done with Carter Gray. And he knew that it was tied to Rayfield Solomon. But of course Gray didn’t die.”

“What!” Lesya screamed and then looked accusingly at her son.

Finn didn’t even blink. “Carter Gray is alive?” he said.

Stone nodded. “And no doubt the man who ran out of here is-”

“Going to get the message to Gray,” Finn finished for him. He grabbed his mother’s bag from under the bed and stuffed her few belongings in it.

“What are you doing?” his mother said.

Finn grabbed her arm. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“Out of here,” Stone said.

Finn glanced at him. “Plane?”

Stone shook his head. “No doubt covered by now. They don’t know about me, at least not yet. I’ll rent a car from the airport. That stretch of woods I mentioned? I’ll pick you up there in twenty minutes.”

“You can’t trust him, Harry! He is a killer. He killed your father.” Lesya said this in pure Russian.

Stone answered her in Russian. “Everything you say is true. I led the team that killed your husband. Now I know that he was innocent. I lost my wife and daughter violently because of what I used to do for my country. I have spent the last thirty years of my life trying to make amends. I doubt I have enough years left to settle my debt. I know you have no reason to trust me. But I swear to you that I will sacrifice my life to save both of you.”

“Why? Why would you do this?” Lesya said, though her voice was calmer and now she spoke in English.

“Because I simply followed orders without question. Because I took the life of another human being and I had no right to do it. And because you’ve suffered enough.”

Five minutes later, they left the nursing home by a back entrance. Even with her walker, Lesya managed to keep up a brisk pace. She was not as immobile as she had led people to believe.

Stone left them hidden in the woods, hustled to the airport and rented a car using the credit card Annabelle had given him. He could already see subtle activity all around him that did not bode well for their escape. He drove off with the car, picked the pair up, and with Finn reading a map and guiding, they made their way through a series of back roads to the interstate.

“Where to now?” Finn asked.

“Washington,” Stone answered.