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They were back downstairs in the Situation Room, just Kennedy and the president. Kennedy was resting the phone against her shoulder waiting for the president to answer her question.
She could tell he was having second thoughts. “Sir, this will not hurt you. This was my idea, and I gave the order. Mitch has already laid out plausible deniability. We have a source in place, and after what happened this morning no one will be able to criticize us for being overly cautious.” Kennedy waited for a few seconds and then added, “Both our ambassador and the French ambassador are out of the building. Now is the time, sir.”
There was no other option. The French were refusing to delay the vote, and Rapp insisted they not reveal what they knew about Ambassador Joussard until the time was right. That was ammunition they would use later. Ultimately the decision came down to trust. Hayes trusted Kennedy and Rapp, and in addition to that they were out of options.
Hayes looked at the director of the CIA and said, “Go ahead.”
Kennedy punched in the number, and when the familiar voice of her counterterrorism director answered she said, “Jake, that phone call we talked about earlier … it’s time to make it.” Kennedy listened only long enough to receive confirmation and then hung up.
Kennedy had just ordered her director of counterterrorism to inform the UN of a suspected terrorist plot to attack the headquarters in New York City today. Turbes was instructed to say only that the suspected attack was linked to a larger plot including the car bombing in D.C. The media would be informed through leaks and United Nations World Headquarters would be evacuated within the hour.
Rapp was standing in the hallway outside the Roosevelt Room, his back against the wall and his hands firmly clasped in front of him. Normally he enjoyed being as anonymous as possible but this morning he rather relished playing the role of intimidator. He’d even gone so far as to wait in the conference room alone with the ambassador until the Israeli had been forced to ask him to leave.
His injury was considerably better and despite not having slept much the night before he felt okay. This was because they were finally making some progress, taking action and forcing people to do things that would tell them more about where they stood. Sitting back and waiting for things to happen was contrary to Rapp’s way of life. He was about to open the door and rattle the ambassador again when his digital phone began to vibrate. Rapp snatched it from his belt and checked the number before answering the call. It was the CTC.
“Hello.”
“Mitch, you’re not going to believe what I’m looking at.” It was Olivia Bourne and her voice was elated. “I’ve got our mystery boy on camera. He just checked in at the United counter at BWI.”
“Baltimore Washington International?” Rapp’s voice was eager. “You’re sure it’s him?”
“The computer picked him up first. It’s been running searches all morning at Reagan, Dulles, BWI, Union Station and Richmond.” The facial recognition program that Bourne was referring to was able to scan hundreds of images every second and instantaneously compare them against a sample, which in this case was the earlier photograph of John Doe they had from his entry into the country. “It’s him, Mitch, and if you hold on for a second I’ll give you a name and an itinerary.”
Rapp’s mind was already racing ahead. “Have you told anyone?”
“Only Marcus. He’s working on a name and flight right now.”
“Is he still at the counter?”
“No. He’s just walked away, but we have him on camera. He’s headed toward the security line. Hold on … Marcus has a name. Don Marin. He’s booked on a fligh
t that leaves for Paris at ten thirty-two, and from there it looks like he’s … connecting to Nice.”
The frantic calculations and maneuvering came to an abrupt halt. “Say that again,” commanded Rapp. Even as Bourne repeated herself Rapp barely paid attention. His mind was already off, looking in a different direction, toward Europe. He was no longer frantically trying to figure out how to get to the Baltimore airport in thirty minutes. He was no longer trying to figure out how to deal with the airport police and the FBI and everybody else who would want to get their hands on the man who had more than likely killed both the Palestinian and Saudi ambassadors. He was suddenly seeing things with great clarity.
“How are the cameras at BWI?” he finally asked.
“Good.”
“Good enough to make sure he gets on that flight?”
There was a pause while Bourne did some checking. “I’ve just pulled up his gate and they’re already boarding the plane. I don’t think he has enough time to do anything other than go straight to the gate.”
“But if he’s got another ticket on another flight …”
“I’ll keep an eye on him and make sure he gets on the one to Paris.”
Rapp stood calmly in the hallway clutching the tiny phone to his left ear. If this went wrong, he would be severely criticized for not alerting the airport police and having John Doe arrested. If he did that, however, there would be a record, and a lot of witnesses. And even if he did manage to get the guy away from the police and the FBI he would have to try to interrogate him, which Rapp detested. There was a better way, a little bit riskier, but in the end, a way that was much more likely to give them the truth.
Bourne’s voice pulled him back to the moment. “What do you want me to do?”
Rapp didn’t speak at first and then he said, “Keep an eye on him. Make sure he gets on that flight and get me a surveillance team and a plane.”
Bourne did not reply right away and then asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to alert the FBI and have him detained?”
No, he wasn’t sure, but he was pretty sure, and if his luck held for another thirty minutes he’d be absolutely sure. “Let’s keep the Feds out of this for now. Just don’t lose him, and get me a plane.”
Rapp stabbed the end button and then quickly dialed a number from memory. After several rings Scott Coleman answered and Rapp asked, “Can you and the boys be ready to leave within the hour?”
