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CHAPTER 11

ISI HEADQUARTERS

ISLAMABAD

PAKISTAN

AHMED Taj sat behind his massive desk, staring at the wall. The headphones covering his ears were plugged into a secure laptop and the voice of the late Akhtar Durrani was audible above the hiss of static.

“Now, you have many stories to tell me.”

“Not yet,” Joseph Rickman replied.

“You made a promise. I have arranged everything. You are safe in my country. I have even gone so far as to arrange a new identity for you. You must follow through on your side of the bargain. I want the names of the American spies.”

“When Vazir gets back from Zurich, we will see how things are, and then I will decide when and how I will begin sharing that information.”

“That was not our deal!” Durrani shouted, and the low growl of Rickman’s Rottweiler became audible.

“The deal has changed. You did that when you decided to interfere with Louis Gould’s assassination of Rapp. Now we will have to wait and see.”

“I could have you killed,” Durrani hissed. “Or better yet, I will nurse you back to health and have you beaten to a pulp again. How would you like that, you stupid American? You think you are so smart . . . well, you are not so smart. I hold all of the cards here. I am the one who decides if you will live or die.”

Rickman’s laughter had a distinctive gurgle to it. Undoubtedly the result of his self-inflicted injuries. “You think you have me by the balls, General?”

“I could have you killed right now.”

“Yes, you could, and then in a month or so you would die as well.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are so naïve, General. Do you think I’m foolish enough to put my life in your hands and not have an insurance policy?”

“You are bluffing.”

“No, that’s not my style. I plan, I don’t bluff. I have taken certain precautions. I’ve hired a law firm and given them very specific instructions that if they don’t hear from me at prearranged intervals they’re to begin emailing files to Director Kennedy and a few other select people.”

“What kind of files?” Durrani said, cautiously.

“Very detailed information that, among many other things, implicates you in all this.”

“What could you possibly be thinking? That is reckless . . . what if these lawyers take a look at the information?”

“It’s encrypted, and don’t worry, they are people I trust. You have nothing to worry about as long as you honor our agreement.”

“You are the one who needs to honor our agreement. Senator Ferris says he needs the information so he can move against Rapp and Kennedy.”

“Let’s see how things go in Zurich.”

“You are a fool.”

“Really,” Rickman answered in an amused tone. “I think it is actually very pragmatic of me.”

“I’m talking about giving such valuable information to people I cannot trust. It’s foolish.”

“It’s actually very smart, although probably not all that smart considering your history.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

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