AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Blue . . . I think.”
“Wife . . . kids?”
The smile fell from Rapp’s face and his entire bearing changed. He didn’t answer for a long time and then he looked at Kennedy for help.
Kennedy had been dreading this. It was hard enough to live through it once. It couldn’t be easy learning it for a second time. It was obvious from the pained expression on his face that he remembered something about the tragedy. “Your wife,” Kennedy started, and then stopped.
Nathan picked up on the mood and nodded for Kennedy to continue. “All memories are important . . . the good ones and the bad ones.”
“I remember,” Rapp said, his voice almost disembodied. “Her name was Anna and she was pregnant.”
Kennedy nodded slowly.
Caught up in the story, Nathan asked, “How did she die?”
“I don’t think we want to talk about this right now.”
Rapp looked up and said, “She was murdered.”
“I’m sorry,” Nathan answered softly.
There was a long silence and then Rapp began to frown as if something was occurring to him for the first time.
“What is it?” Nathan asked.
Kennedy thought she knew what it was and she stepped forward. “I think this is enough for now.”
Rapp shook his head as if trying to free a jumbled thought. “There’s a face. A man I know, but I can’t remember his name. He has something to do with my wife, but I can’t make it connect.”
Kennedy chastised herself for not consulting with Dr. Lewis. Thomas Lewis was their in-house psychologist. He had worked very closely with Rapp over the years, and it was likely that he could offer insight about how they should handle this unique situation. Between Rickman, Hubbard, and Wilson showing up, she’d simply forgotten to call Lewis. Her fear that Rapp would kill Gould was not unfounded, and she wasn’t even sure she would object to it, but Major Nathan had warned them that Rapp didn’t need any undue stress until his condition was stabilized.
There was a knock on the doorframe and she turned to see Coleman with a welcome expression. The retired SEAL had blond hair, blue eyes, and dimples, which gave him a boyish look at times. This morning, however, his sharp jaw was set in a way that she had seen many times before. He had news that she was waiting for.
“Please excuse me for a second.” Kennedy left the room and stepped into the hallway with Coleman. “Wilson?”
“Yep. We had both his phones dialed in but he wasn’t using them. We found out which trailer he was staying in a
nd bugged it while he was at dinner last night. I’m still trying to get my hands on his laptop, but no luck so far. About thirty minutes ago one of his agents wakes him up and hands him a phone. It was Hargrave on the line, and although it’s a one-sided conversation, it’s pretty obvious Wilson is getting his ass handed to him.” Coleman held up his iPhone. “I’ve got it all right here for you. Would you like the highlights first?”
“Please.”
“Wilson claims to have received an anonymous package at work that contained evidence that Rick and Mitch were siphoning off cash and putting it into personal accounts in Zurich.”
Kennedy frowned. With Rickman it was a possibility, but not with Mitch. No way. The man had his own money. He didn’t need to steal cash from Langley.
“It sounded like Hargrave pressed Wilson pretty hard. Wilson claims to have account numbers, dates of transfers, and a sworn affidavit from the banker, who says Mitch came into his bank and set up the account.”
“Do we know who this banker is?”
“Not yet, but we’ll keep digging. There’s one more thing. Wilson’s been recalled, and he didn’t take it well. He told Hargrave that everyone knows he’s too close to you and when he’s done proving that Rick and Mitch were stealing funds, he’s going to make sure Hargrave goes down.”
Kennedy was thinking about Hargrave. Sam was a good man. Trying to manage an ego like Wilson was going to drive him to an early grave. “When is he leaving?”
“About two hours, from the way they’re talking. He’s really throwing Hargrave under the bus to his people. I mean the type of shit that could land his ass in some serious hot water.”
“Maybe we’ll send an anonymous package of our own.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
