“And sources have a history of lying. If we’re to believe everything that is written in the Post, then I’d have to believe you’re currently dating a dozen or more of the most powerful men in Washington.”

It was Nash’s turn to kick O’Brien under the table. He leaned over and whispered, “This is going to be good.”

Kendrick was every bit as good-looking as Lonsdale and ten years younger, and she was also faithfully married, or at least appeared to be. It was obvious by the constipated look on Lonsdale’s face that Kendrick’s jab had hit home. Before anything further happened, though, Ralph Wassen, Lonsdale’s chief of staff, entered the room and slid around to whisper in his boss’s ear. After a brief exchange, Lonsdale stood and followed Wassen out of the room. Before Nash could think anything of it, the junior senator from Kentucky fired a question at him.

CHAPTER 33

LONSDALE and Wassen ducked back into her office in Dirksen using her private door so they could avoid the lobby and anyone who might be waiting for her. As they passed the senator’s administrative assistant, Wassen told him to hold all calls. Once inside her inner sanctum, Lonsdale kicked off her shoes and sat behind her desk. Wassen took off his jacket and pulled his tie loose. He folded his jacket once and laid it across the armrest of the long sofa. Returning to his boss’s desk, he held up his hands palms out, but before he could say anything further Lonsdale silenced him with a look. She opened a drawer and retrieved cigarettes, a lighter, and a fresh tablet of paper. She lit the cigarette, dropped the lighter, and grabbed a pen. In the middle of the page she wrote down Mitch Rapp’s name in caps.

“Slower this time,” she said. “This major… what’s his name?”

“Captain… Captain Leland. You met him when you were in Afghanistan last week.”

“Any reason I’d remember him?”

“No. He’s not handsome enough.”

“But you remember him?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Lonsdale asked with suspicion.

“It’s not what you think.”

“It better not be. Because if I get behind this guy and the CIA finds out he’s gay and my gay chief of staff is the man he went to, we could have some problems.”

“Babs, I have no idea if he’s gay or straight. I remembered him because he voiced some concerns to me about the CIA and their interrogation methods.”

“He better not be gay.”

“I don’t see how it matters.”

“It probably doesn’t, but I want you to find out. You know I hate surprises.” Lonsdale took a drag and then exhaled. “And these bastards won’t go down without a fight.”

“No… they most certainly won’t.”

“Please don’t tell me you think I should pass on this?”

“No, I just think you should tread carefully.”

“Ralph, according to what you just told me, Rapp assaulted this officer.”

“Black eye and a severely sprained wrist. Possible ligament damage. The doctor told him it would have been better if he’d broken it.”

“Did the doctor take photos?”

“I don’t know. I’m sure he took an X-ray.”

“I mean photos of his eye… swelling on his wrist… that type of stuff.”

“I don’t know.”

“He told you e-mail was the best way to get ahold of him?”

“Yes.”

“Send him an e-mail and tell him to take some photos and send them back.”

Wassen took a step back and braced himself for his boss’s rage. “I’m not sure he’ll be willing to do that.”

“Why?” Lonsdale asked tersely.

“He doesn’t want this to look like he came to us. He wants us to investigate it from our end as if we’d picked up on a rumor.”

Lonsdale frowned. “That’s silly.”

“Not really. Not if he wants to have a career in the air force.”

“I think I can call in enough favors with the chairman of the Armed Services Committee to get him any job he wants.”

“Posting, Babs. That’s what they call it in the military.”

Lonsdale ignored him. “We need to get him to make an official statement of some sort. Who do we have over there who we could trust?”

“Babs,” Wassen half shouted, “you’re not listening to me, and if you knew anything about the military you’d understand why he doesn’t want to be the one who comes forward… who files an official complaint.”

“Ralph, I know this is going to come as a real surprise to you, but I don’t give a shit. I have been handed Mitch Rapp’s balls on a platter, and I’m not going to let go. You tell this guy he either fills out an official complaint or I’ll consider him part of a cover-up.”

Wassen rolled his tired eyes. As chief of staff he wore many hats and one of them was to protect his boss from herself. She was a great campaigner, because like Stonewall Jackson she did not possess the ability to retreat. It was always attack and never give the enemy quarter. This, and a few other reasons, was why Wassen often fed her information one bite at a time. That way he at least stood a chance of nudging her in the most thoughtful direction. “There’s something else I haven’t told you.”

“You did sleep with him, didn’t you?” Lonsdale’s brown eyes were practically bugging out of her head.

“Enough about my sex life, all right? I did not sleep with him and I will never sleep with him, and if you bring it up again, I’m going to throw your stapler at you.”

“Fine,” she said, as if Wassen were the one who was being unreasonable.

“Have you bothered to stop and ask yourself why Rapp would do something like this?”

“You mean hit another man? I don’t need to. He’s a homicidal maniac.”

“I’ve warned you, I don’t know how many times.” A look of real intensity gripped Wassen. “If you are going to take Rapp and Kennedy on, you need to stop underestimating them.”

“Would you like to argue the last point?”

“No… Rapp definitely has some homicidal tendencies, but I don’t think he’s a maniac.”

“Well… let’s just agree to disagree for the moment. What’s this other thing you have?”

“You haven’t bothered to ask why Leland was trying to arrest Rapp.”

“Fine… why was Leland trying to arrest Rapp?”

Wassen clapped his hands together and got ready to deliver the bombshell. “Remember the two high-value targets we saw while we were over there… Abu Haggani and Mohammad al-Haq?”

“Yes.” Lonsdale stabbed out what was left of her cigarette. “And I remember leaving specific orders that they were to be treated in exact accordance with the Geneva Conventions.”

“Yes, you did, but apparently Mr. Rapp didn’t get that memo, because sometime in the early hours of this past Saturday morning, Rapp and several other unidentified individuals arrived at the base disguised as officers from the Air Force Office of Special Investigations.”

“You’re sure about this?”

“According to Captain Leland. Rapp then went to the special interrogation facility that housed al-Haq and Haggani.” Wassen stopped for dramatic effect.

“And?” snapped an impatient Lonsdale.

“He beat at least one of the prisoners and allegedly threatened the other.”

“Beat?” asked an excited Lonsdale. “Define beat. Are we talking smacked, kicked, punched… be more specific.”

“Punched and choked. Apparently there was a lot of blood.”

“Please tell me this captain has it on tape.” Lonsdale reached for a cigarette and allowed herself a moment of anticipated glory over releasing a tape of Rapp beating a helpless prisoner.

“They can’t find the tape. Either Rapp disabled the security cameras or someone has destroyed the tapes.”

Lonsdale winced at the setback and took in a deep breath before speaking. “Who else saw what happened besides Leland?”

“The base commander and several MPs.”

Lonsdale quickly wrote down a few notes. “And the base commander hasn’t filed a report?”

“No, in fact, according to Leland, the base commander and Stephen Roemer, the special assistant to the secretary of defense told him to sit on his official report and wait until he gets the facts straight. They’ve promised him any posting he’d like.”