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Rapp shrugged and began packing gauze into the bullet hole. "It can't be any worse than some of the crap we've already been through."
"Oh, yes it can. You have to promise me that you won't leave my side until I'm safe. You have to take me to America." After thinking about it Rapp said, "That shouldn't be a problem."
He finished packing the wound and applied a field dressing to the front of her shoulder. Gently, he rolled her onto her side and started cleaning the entry wound. "I'm waiting, Donny."
Donatella was tired. Too tired to continue the fight. She owed much to Ben Freidman, but if he'd sent these goons to kill her, she owed him no more. She had neither the strength nor the assets to fight him on her own, and any hope of going to him and proving her loyalty was childish. Ben Freidman was a ruthless man who would do anything to save his own ass.
Donatella sighed and said, "It was Ben Freidman."
Rapp let her roll onto her back. He had to see her face. "You mean to tell me Ben Freidman, the head of Mossad ordered you to kill Peter Cameron?"
"Yes."
"Holy shit," muttered Rapp. He pushed Donatella back onto her side, and went back to work on the wound. He and Kennedy had ruled the Israelis out. As far as they could tell, there was no motive for them to try and kill Rapp. They must have missed something. Those in the know around Washington knew that no group was better at penetrating U. S. intelligence assets than Israel. In many ways they were America 's most ungrateful ally, but they almost always worked toward the same goal when it came to counterterrorism.
"Was Cameron an agent for Mossad?"
"I have no idea."
"Then why would Freidman want him dead?"
"I don't know. You'll have to ask the person who hired us."
"What do you mean, 'hired you?" You said Freidman ordered the hit."
"I'm free-lance now, but Freidman still handles my contracts. He sets everything up, takes care of the money and keeps a third of it."
"Cheap bastard. So technically Mossad has nothing to do with this."
"No. We're completely separate"
"Donny, I don't think you're very separate when you were trained by them, used to work for them and Freidman is the current director general."
"Mitchell, I'm telling you Mossad had nothing to do with this. Someone approached Ben with a rush job, and they were willing to pay a lot of money to have Cameron taken care of quickly."
"How much?"
"Half-a-million."
Rapp stopped what he was doing momentarily. Half-a-million bucks was a lot of money for a contract on a former civil servant. "Did you get the money?"
"Yes"
Rapp placed a field dressing on her back and then gave her a shot of penicillin. "How do you feel?"
"Fine." She smiled crookedly "I don't feel a thing." After helping her sit up, Rapp asked, "Do you think you can walk?"
"At your service."
"All right. I'm going to get you a new shirt from your room, and then we need to get out of here." Rapp stood. "Do you still have a bag packed?"
"Of course. Bedroom closet, bottom right side."
"If you can think of anything else, now's the time. You might not be back here for a while." Rapp hurried into the bedroom and reappeared less than a minute later with a bag over his shoulder, and a blouse and black sweater in hand.
Donatella looked at the dead bodies on the floor. "What are we going to do about these guys?"
"I'll make a call and have it taken care of."
