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The smile melted from Freidman's face as warning flags went up.
"Sit." Hayes pointed toward the Israeli's chair. Reluctantly the intelligence chief sat. "Is there anything you'd like to get off your chest?" asked Hayes.
Freidman scrambled to come up with the source of the President's are. He'd just spent the entire morning with Kennedy and it had been very pleasant. No sign whatsoever that something was wrong. He looked across the table for her assistance and all he got was an inquiring glance. He turned to the President and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not quite sure I understand."
"Oh, I think you do." Hayes was ready to burst. He knew what Freidman's eventual excuse would be and he already didn't buy it. It was high time they started acting like true allies. "Does the name Peter Cameron ring a bell?"
Freidman was a professional liar by trade. He shook his head, and with absolute conviction said, "I don't think so."
The President scoffed at his answer. "How about Donatella Rahn?"
Freidman had been wondering where she'd gone and now he knew the answer. "Yes, I do, Mr. President. Unfortunately."
"Oh, why is that?" Hayes asked with feigned concern.
"I recruited her personally, to work for Mossad. She was very good in her day, but several years ago we lost control of her."
"Lost control of her?" asked Hayes.
"It happens from time to time in our line of work, sir." Freidman glanced at Kennedy. "We don't have the best retirement plan and there are people who are willing to pay a lot of money for someone with Donatella's skills."
Hayes glanced at his watch and then at Kennedy. "I don't have time for this B. S"
"Are you trying to tell us, Ben, that Donatella has not worked for you for two years?"
"That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you."
"You're a liar, and not a very good one. "The President picked up the phone behind him and pushed a button. "Send them in." He placed the phone back and watched Freidman squirm.
A moment later the door opened. Donatella Rahn and Mitch Rapp entered the room. Donatella went around the table and sat next to Kennedy. Rapp stood next to the President and glared at Freidman.
The President asked, "Would you like to amend your story now?" "I don't know what this woman has told you, but she cannot be trusted." Freidman's forehead was beginning to glisten with sweat.
The President laughed. "Somehow I think it is you who can't be trusted, Mr. Freidman."
"Mr. President, I beg you. You cannot listen to this woman. She has stabbed my country in the back. We have been hunting her for almost a year."
"For the sake of making some progress, I'm going to at least for now ignore your comment about Ms. Rahn stabbing you in the back. I would like instead to focus on something else. Explain to me why you've been paying Ms. Rahn large amounts of money and hunting her at the same time."
Freidman tried to act confused by the whole thing. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Irene. "The President looked to Kennedy.
Kennedy produced a file, opened it and slid it across the table. They were the Swiss bank accounts that Freidman used to hide money from his own government. With Donatella's help, Marcus Dumond, the CIA's top hacker, had obtained this information and much more. The President asked, "Do you recognize these bank accounts?"
Freidman lied. "No."
"Good, then you won't mind that they were closed this morning and the money was transferred to us."
Despite trying to keep his cool, Freidman was showing signs of unraveling. He chose not to respond to the President.
The President looked to Rapp and nodded. Then he held his hand out and said, "Ms. Rahn, its time for us to leave."
Rapp drew his Beretta from his shoulder holster and m
ethodically twisted a thick black silencer onto the end of it. Donatella got up from her chair and took the President's hand. In response to the recent development Freidman let out a laugh that sounded a little more nervous than he would have liked.
"Mr. President, how naive do you think I am? You can't intimidate me like this." Freidman shook his head disbelievingly at Hayes. "You could never get away with killing me. Especially not here in the White House."
