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This was not what Rapp wanted to hear. “For how long?”
“I don’t know. Give me
at least until the end of the week.”
Rapp had no intention of slowing down. He would just have to be a little more careful. “What about the IRS?”
“I’ll see what I can do, but once these audits are started things can get tricky.”
Rapp leaned forward, placing both elbows on his knees. “I want the IRS off Scott Coleman’s back by tomorrow morning, or I am going to make someone’s life miserable. Every time we’ve needed him to handle some shitty job he’s been there for us, and he hasn’t complained once.”
She knew Rapp was serious and she knew better than to argue with him. “I’ll do my best.” She held up the pink slip of paper. “Onto another subject. I got a call from your old friend Sayyid.” Kennedy was referring to Ali Kyer, the head of the Jordanian Intelligence Service.
Rapp immediately wondered what he had done wrong. Sayyid knew how to get hold of him directly. If he was going over his head to Kennedy, there was a good chance he’d pissed someone off. “And how is my old friend?” Rapp asked cautiously.
“He’s fine. He sends his regards. He says you are no fun now that you are married.” Kennedy’s left eyebrow arched in a curious expression. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means now that I’m married I’m no fun anymore.”
“Lovely. It’s good to hear you’ve settled down. Anyway…Sayyid wanted to pass on a bit of intel. Apparently you’re still very popular in Saudi Arabia.”
“Good. Are they planning a parade for me?”
“Not quite. The opposite is more like it…a price has been placed on your head.”
Rapp leaned back and crossed his legs. “By who?”
“We don’t know. Sayyid is looking into it.”
“Is that all?”
“For the moment.”
Rapp thought about it for a few seconds while Kennedy observed him. This wasn’t the first time he’d been on someone’s hit list, and he doubted it would be the last. He looked at his watch. “I’d better get over to the CTC for the morning briefing.”
Kennedy tilted her head and regarded him. “Doesn’t this news worry you?”
Rapp shrugged. “Irene, there’s always going to be some crazy fucker out there who wants to kill me. This is nothing new.”
Kennedy nodded. “Just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I always am,” Rapp replied. “I always am.”
“And promise me you won’t hesitate to ask for security if you notice anything out of the ordinary.”
Rapp stood and buttoned his suit coat. “Absolutely.” He started for the door and then thought of something else. He stopped and asked, “Irene, would you do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
“Would you let the Secret Service know about this? I’d appreciate it if they’d keep an eye on Anna as she’s coming and going from the White House.”
She was already planning on it. “I’ll call Jack Warch right away.”
“Thank you.” Rapp left the director’s office…his mind already jumping ahead…going into tactical mode. He’d feel much better when the new house was finished. The damn thing was going to be more secure than Fort Knox. The crazies could come after him all they wanted once he moved into the place. Unless they brought some heavy explosives, there was no way they were getting in, and if they did, well…he’d have a few surprises waiting for them.
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PARIS, FRANCE
