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“Yes,” she said quietly. “Fuat Turkekul was our only link to what my superiors referred to as the second coming of Stalin. And I lost him.”
“No, I lost him. And I told Weaver that to his face.”
“Doesn’t matter. I let you take him. Same difference. And I didn’t get the necessary clearance, principally because it would never have been given.”
Stone looked around the office. “What will you do now?”
“Well, I’ll spend about the next year of my life writing exit briefs and defending my indefensible actions to a top secret government panel that will be doing its best to find a way to do more than fire me.”
“What, prison?”
“Why not?”
Stone put his cup down. “You have any options in the private sector?”
She shook her head. “Damaged goods. All the guys that are hiring people like me used to work on the government side. They need to stay in their good graces. I’m persona non grata.”
“You have something else to worry about,” said Stone.
She nodded. “I’ve been outed. They knew what we were trying to do with Fuat. If they know that, they know about me. The Russians will try to kill me, if for no other reason than professional satisfaction.”
“And you have no tail coverage?”
“None. Agency cut all ties to me as soon as our little Bay of Pigs came to light. All those years of outstanding service didn’t provide me with a sliver of support when things went bad.” She smiled resignedly. “Why should I have expected anything more?”
Stone said nothing. He sipped his coffee and watched the woman.
She gazed around her office. “You know, as crazy as it sounds, I’m going to miss this place.”
“Doesn’t sound crazy.”
“I was a spy, but I was also a businesswoman. And I was actually a pretty good lobbyist.”
“I’m sure you were.”
She looked at him. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Come on, I could hear Riley Weaver’s screams all the way from Virginia.”
Stone shrugged. “I was out of the business a long time. So I’ll be out of it again. For good this time.”
“Weaver’s going to come after you.”
“I know that.”
“He will make your life a living hell.”
“I know that too.”
“I’m thinking about going to a deserted island where he and the Russians can’t find me.”
“Is there such a place?”
“Worth finding out.”
“That takes money.”
“I’ve saved well.”
“I haven’t.”
She eyed him. “So you want to tag along?”
“I’m definitely baggage you don’t need.”
“You never know. Us against the world.”
“I’d probably slow you down.”
“Something tells me that you wouldn’t. Two old spies on the road.”
“You’re not old, Marisa.”
“Neither are you, John.”
“Oliver.”
She rose and slid over next to him. “Right now, just let it be John.”
“Why?”
She kissed him.
Stone pulled back in surprise. “I just cost you your career,” he said.
“No. Maybe you just opened my eyes to the future.”
She pressed her body against his, nearly pushing him off the chair. Her scent wafted into his nostrils, and it was like a welder’s spark had gone off in the part of his brain that dealt with the senses.
He moved away from her and shook his head. “I’ve been all over the world and I don’t think I’ve ever smelled anything like that before. I actually felt a pop in my head.”
She smiled. “It’s a perfume I found in Thailand. Unavailable in the States. The English translation is roughly ‘two hearts as one.’ It’s supposed to have a visceral effect on men. And I’m not talking in the obvious place. More emotional.”
“Well I can attest to that.”
She leaned closer. “Don’t dismiss my offer so lightly.”
“I’m not. But frankly it would be pretty crazy.”
“Nothing is crazy if you want it badly enough.” She sat back up. “Don’t you think you deserve a little happiness? A little peace after everything you’ve been through?”
Stone hesitated. “I’ll think about it.”
She touched his cheek. “That’s all I’m asking, John. I’ve waited a long time for someone like you. I’ve lost my career. But maybe I’ve found something else to replace it.”
“You could have just about anyone you wanted. Why me?”
“Because you’re just like me.”
CHAPTER 79
STONE WOKE AND LOOKED AROUND. He was in his cottage, lying in his old army cot. He checked his watch. Two a.m. He got up, showered, scrubbing his skin and hair especially hard for a reason he couldn’t really fathom. He dried off and slipped on his pants, shirt and shoes. After leaving Marisa Friedman’s office and before coming home he’d walked for hours, until his legs were sore from smacking into the concrete sidewalks. Then he’d come here, falling asleep almost right away simply because he was exhausted.
He took some Advil, sat on the side of his cot and waited for the dull ache in his head to subside. Two concussions in a short period of time. At twenty he could shrug that off. Now he could not. It was all taking its toll. The next one might just do him in.
Maybe I can blame all the mistakes on being blown up twice.
His thoughts once more turned to Marisa Friedman. A deserted island. Two old spies. He touched his lips where she’d kissed him. He couldn’t say he hadn’t felt… something. In fact, she had made it clear that she would go much farther than a kiss.
And her offer to leave together? A beautiful woman. An intelligent lady. A woman who had worked in the world he had. At first Stone had thought it ridiculous. He had only told her he would think about it to appease her.
Now? Now maybe he really was thinking about it. What was left for him here? He had his friends. But right now anyone close to him would suffer too. Riley Weaver would see to that. It had all disintegrated with surprising speed.
The headache finally weakened and he put on a jacket, left the cottage and walked around the familiar grounds of Mt. Zion. Even in the dark he knew where each tombstone was, every path, every tree. He stopped in front of a few graves of the long dead. He would sometimes talk to these folks, by name. He never got an answer, but it still helped. Allowed him to think through a particularly difficult problem.
And I’ve got a few of those right now.
The slight crack of a stick made him turn and stare down the path.
“I take it you never sleep?”
Chapman walked toward him. Dark slacks, white blouse, leather jacket. The Walther underneath.
“Can say the same about you,” he said.
“Been looking for you.”
“Why?”
“You hungry?”
Stone hadn’t realized how hungry he was until she asked. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d eaten. “Yeah, I am.”
“Me too.”
He held up his watch. “D.C. is not a late-night town. Everything’s closed.”
“I know a place. All-night restaurant. On the Virginia side.”
“How?”
“I’m an insomniac. So I always do a recon for late-night eateries in whatever area I’m in.”
“Let’s go.”
She drove across the river, taking the GW Parkway and turning off onto Route 123 heading toward Tysons Corner. There was no traffic and the lights were all green, so very shortly they were pulling into the Amphora restaurant parking lot in the suburb of Vienna. There were over a dozen other cars there. Stone looked around in surprise. “Never knew this was here. And it looks popular.”
