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Olivia
Savich laughed. “Chin up, Agent Hildebrandt, it’ll all work out, you’ll see.” He took her hand. “You’ve been through a lot and you don’t know me. I know you’re tired, running on reserves, and you’re scared for your teammate, Mike Kingman. But we need to talk. We’ll stop whenever you say, all right?”
Olivia nodded. She’d felt like a Ping-Pong ball bounced between Lodner and Agent Savich. But now, since she was with Savich, she’d say he’d won. At least there were no bodies on the floor. He was a handsome man, tough as nails, as she’d observed, but what impressed her the most was how he’d so smoothly taken down Lodner, and that was enough for now. “I could tell Lodner is starting to believe Mike never intended to bring in the flash drive, that he stole it and will sell it. That’s just plain crazy. Mike is sometimes a pain in the butt, a stubborn macho idiot, but he’s a man you’d trust with your life, a man to admire, loyal to his bones. Do you really believe you can find Mike? Find out why he went under with the flash drive?”
So this Agent Mike Kingman was important to Olivia, no, he was much more to her. Savich saw the desperate hope in her eyes and said without hesitation, “Yes.” It rather shocked him. Was he the macho idiot now? Did he think he was invincible, think he was so bloody smart he could resolve this mess?
Olivia searched his face. A small smile appeared. “All right then.”
So be it. Now he had to deliver. Savich rose, offered her his hand. “I think you’d be more comfortable, though, in my own conference room in the Criminal Apprehension Unit. It’s nearby. But first I’ll make sure we won’t have to talk things over with your CIA superiors again.”
He pressed a couple of buttons on his cell phone. “Ruth? Please go to the door and make sure our two CIA guests are well gone.”
A moment later, Ruth came back on. “They’re standing in front of the elevators; the taller man seems angry, seems like he’s berating the other one. The doors are opening, and they’re on. Doors close, now they’re gone.”
“Thank you, Ruth. CIA Agent Olivia Hildebrandt and I will be right with you.” He rose, stepped back, and motioned Olivia to join him. They walked into a large room full of workstations separated by short partitions and shelves. She heard voices, the sound of typing, saw an older woman with violent red hair give her a little wave. Shirley Needleham, the unit secretary and the keeper of the orange juice? She smiled, waved back. At the back of the room, a large glass window showed another office, this one with a view of the park outside, probably Savich’s. A man stood up, smiled at her.
Savich said, “Olivia, this is Agent Davis Sullivan. Davis, Olivia Hildebrandt, CIA.” He was a good-looking man, obviously surprised she was CIA. He smiled. “Don’t worry, you’re safe in here from the FBI gestapo.”
Olivia laughed. “And I have your big boss to protect me.”
Davis said, “None better.”
Savich introduced her to three other agents in the area before he led her into the glass-windowed conference room. Savich paused a moment when Shirley came into the conference room after them with tea and a plate of cookies. He thanked her, said to Olivia, “Shirley is famous for her sugar cookies, they’re made with Splenda, actually.” He poured Olivia a cup of tea, offered her a cookie.
So this big man bothered about cookies. Olivia felt more of her uncertainty fade away. She drank the tea, nibbled on the cookie, swallowed, took a deep breath. The blanket of fatigue lifted a bit.
“As I said, Olivia, we don’t know each other yet, but we have two common goals—finding Mike Kingman and the flash drive, and bringing down whoever is behind this. Well, that’s three actually, but I imagine we’ll find out soon enough they’re each a part of the whole. By the way, you can call me Dillon.”
“The most important to me is finding Mike. Alive.” She hated it but felt tears burn her eyes. “Your agents, they all seem nice.”
Good, she was trying to keep herself together. Savich said, “They’re the best. Now, before we break off today, you’ll give me all of Mike’s usual haunts, even those you’ve already checked yourself. Names of relatives who live in the area, their haunts, you know the drill. I gather you know Mike well?”
“Yes,” she said, then added, “Okay, truth is, I know him more than just well. We’ve worked together at times for the past several years, in most of the hot spots on the globe, primarily the Middle East and Northern Africa, since both of us speak Farsi and Arabic. He’s smart, Dillon, and besides being a macho idiot, he has great intuition. I’ve often been afraid for him, because when there’s obvious danger, he runs toward it, not away, and he never second-guesses himself. He risked his life to save me in Iran, to try to save Hashem, the operative we were sent to bring out.”
Savich saw the tears on her cheek. “You’re more than teammates.”
She blinked at that, started to shake her head, realized it was true. “Yes, I suppose we are. Our assignments have separated us for periods of time, so we’ve been on and off, I guess you’d say. But I’ve trusted him with my life many times.” She paused and another tear trailed down her cheek. She brushed it away angrily. “I’m sorry to be so weak, but Mike is very important to me.”
“Have you seen him at all since your injury?”
“Yes, he came to see me, in Balad, but I was too confused to speak to him. It’s possible he wanted to warn me, tell me he’d discovered something was off, but he couldn’t. I was dead to the world.”
“Why do you think he disappeared?”
“I have no doubt something bad happened or he would be here, ready and eager to fight. I think he went under to protect himself, protect the flash drive, maybe even me and the rest of the team.” She stared at him, swallowed again. “I won’t accept that they’ve found him, killed him to get the flash drive even though the logical part of me, the experienced part, keeps trying to convince me he has to be dead. The people who want that flash drive will stop at nothing.”
“Which means what’s on it provides evidence of malfeasance.”
“I shouldn’t be telling you anything classified, but—” She shrugged. “Hashem was embedded in the Iranian military. I’m guessing he found out who was selling missiles and guidance systems to Iran. And whoever it is will stop at nothing to get it back.” Olivia looked down at her clasped hands that were close to shaking. Firm up, Hildebrandt. “If he’s alive, no, no, he is alive, but why hasn’t he called me? I’m well enough to kill a man, I’m certainly well enough to help him. So I’ll give you a list of where I’ve looked, who I’ve asked. How can you possibly find him when I can’t?”
Savich said, “Like your Mr. Lodner, I have resources, Olivia, resources he doesn’t have. Trust me. Maybe after Mike visited you in the hospital, he decided he needed to figure some things out on his own, and he believed staying out of sight would keep you safe. You say he’s smart, he’s experienced. Your mission was compromised, and you all were almost killed. It’s possible your satellite communications were intercepted or that there’s an internal data breach at the CIA, or even a mole.”
She was nodding. “Yes, everyone at the CIA, including the director, is aware of those possibilities, and taking steps. I’m just afraid they’ll look no further than Mike.”
Savich sat back, smiled at her, and said, “He sounds too tough to let anyone get him.”
