Consent To Kill_ A Thriller Part 39

"Nope. And to be honest I wasn't expecting to. I've read his file. These Stasi guys were pretty good, and this one seems above average. He's a smart little f.u.c.ker but we'll catch him."

"The apartment was a bust?"

"Yep, but we had to cover it."

"The office?"

"First thing in the morning."

"Expectations?"

Milt shrugged. "We might find something, but I'm thinking the banks will be the key. This guy likes nice things. He just bought a brand-new hundred-plus- thousand-dollar Mercedes." Milt smiled. "When he finds out you drained his accounts he's going to come unhinged. If he calls the banks to sort it out, we'll be on him. If he doesn't, he's going to be low on money and he'll have to surface sooner rather than later."

Rapp thought about that. "What about putting the word out? Unofficially of course. Offer a million dollars for him and see if he contacts any of his old Stasi buddies for help."

"I thought about that, but I think we should wait a few days. Let's see where tomorrow takes us and then we'll decide. In the meantime, I want you to get some sleep. You look like s.h.i.+t."

"I feel like s.h.i.+t."

"That's to be expected." Milt put a hand on his shoulder. Sleep was a strange thing. The more you needed it, the harder it was to get. And Milt could see that Rapp desperately needed some sleep. "Mitch, have I ever let you down before?"

Rapp shook his head.

"And I'm not going to let you down now. I'm not going to stop until I find this Abel guy, and then I'm going to find the people he hired. You can count on it. Now go to bed. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a big day."

72.

T ayyib had met the woman on two occasions, both times in Abel's office. Ras.h.i.+d had sent him there unannounced, for no other reason than to make Abel uncomfortable and to let him know that the six-foot-four Tayyib with his haunting eyes and impa.s.sive demeanor knew where Abel worked. Ras.h.i.+d had made up some inconsequential reason for the visits, but the message was clear enough. Tayyib did not like women. Especially large-breasted blond women who were trying to make him stray from the path. That was what he remembered most about Greta Jorgensen-her impossibly large b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the tight sweaters she had worn on both occasions. He would not have known her name if it hadn't been displayed on a placard sitting on top of her desk. ayyib had met the woman on two occasions, both times in Abel's office. Ras.h.i.+d had sent him there unannounced, for no other reason than to make Abel uncomfortable and to let him know that the six-foot-four Tayyib with his haunting eyes and impa.s.sive demeanor knew where Abel worked. Ras.h.i.+d had made up some inconsequential reason for the visits, but the message was clear enough. Tayyib did not like women. Especially large-breasted blond women who were trying to make him stray from the path. That was what he remembered most about Greta Jorgensen-her impossibly large b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the tight sweaters she had worn on both occasions. He would not have known her name if it hadn't been displayed on a placard sitting on top of her desk.

The men he sent to find Abel had reported that he was not at the office on Monday. Tayyib asked them what excuse the secretary had given them and they reported that there was no secretary. The office was closed. No one was there. Tayyib asked them if Monday had been a holiday. They said it wasn't. That meant Abel had talked to her and told her not to come into work. And that meant she knew how to communicate with him. Finding out where she lived did not prove difficult. Outside of the Kingdom, the Saudi Intelligence Service was strongest in Vienna, the home of OPEC. There were only two Greta Jorgensens in the phone book and three G. Jorgensens. Tayyib estimated the woman to be in her late thirties and either divorced or single. She hadn't been wearing a ring. The intelligence people at the emba.s.sy eliminated three of the Jorgensens straightaway and with a little more checking they eliminated the fourth.

The fifth and final woman lived in a bland apartment building north of the Danube not far from the Wiennord train station. They had one of the interpreters from the emba.s.sy call her apartment to see if she was in. She answered on the fourth ring and in perfect Austrian German the interpreter asked for Johan. She explained that no Johan lived there and the interpreter told her he was sorry.

Twenty minutes later Greta Jorgensen was sitting in front of her computer making the final arrangements for her trip. That was what her boss wanted her to do, and she loved to travel. Her bags were packed and she was leaving in the morning. It was almost midnight when she heard a faint knock on her door. She had a neighbor who was a waitress. Sometimes when she got off work, she'd stop by to see if Greta wanted a gla.s.s of wine and a cigarette. Greta had told her about her sudden trip and asked her to come along. The friend had said she couldn't afford it. Greta hoped she had changed her mind. She opened the door without bothering to look through the peephole and was surprised to find a very tall serious man standing there instead. Greta tilted her head to the left and studied the face that she vaguely recognized, but couldn't place. Before she could make the connection, the man punched her in the jaw and everything went black.

73.

R app and Coleman stood shoulder to shoulder behind Milt and watched him orchestrate the movements of his team. On the desk in front of him, three laptops were open and powered up. The one on the left showed the exterior of Abel's office building, the one in the middle was a live feed through the winds.h.i.+eld of a car that was moving through morning traffic, and the last one had a map of Vienna on the screen. Everyone on Milt's team wore a transponder. Each agent's location was marked on the screen with a neon green dot and a number. This way Milt knew where all of his people were at every moment and like an air traffic controller he could look at the screen and vector them into position as was needed. app and Coleman stood shoulder to shoulder behind Milt and watched him orchestrate the movements of his team. On the desk in front of him, three laptops were open and powered up. The one on the left showed the exterior of Abel's office building, the one in the middle was a live feed through the winds.h.i.+eld of a car that was moving through morning traffic, and the last one had a map of Vienna on the screen. Everyone on Milt's team wore a transponder. Each agent's location was marked on the screen with a neon green dot and a number. This way Milt knew where all of his people were at every moment and like an air traffic controller he could look at the screen and vector them into position as was needed.

The plan this morning was simple. The building where Abel's office was located was near Parliament, which meant there would be a fair amount of cops in the neighborhood. The building was five stories, made out of stone, and like nearly everything else in Vienna, it was in immaculate shape considering it had been built a full century ago. Abel's office was on the third floor, sandwiched between two attorneys. The place was well organized and occupied mostly by professionals. That was why Milt had wanted to wait until morning. There was no need to push it if they didn't have to. Buildings like this received visitors all day long, but overnight they shut down. The place had decent security and was staffed by a watchman. It would be far easier to walk in under their nose in broad daylight.

Standing in front of a fountain across the street, one of the agents called in that everything was clear. It was two minutes before nine and people were streaming into the building. The sky was patchy with clouds and the temperature was mild. It looked like rain was likely.

Milt flipped the mike arm up on his headset and announced to the two men standing behind him, "The weather is perfect."

He yanked the mike back down and asked, "Sarah, how are you feeling?"

"Good." The voice came out of a small black speaker on the left of the desk.

"All right. Why don't you head in. Nothing fancy. No big risks. We've got all morning." Milt never liked to rush unless he had to.

THE HOTEL WAS only a few blocks from the office. A black A-4 Audi pulled out into traffic and less than a minute later it stopped in front of Abel's building. A brunette with dark, horn-rimmed gla.s.ses got out of the car and closed the door. Milt never worked with blondes. They stood out too much. The agent's shoulder-length black hair had a slight wave to it and on her right side it partially covered her face. She was wearing a stylish black nylon trench coat that stopped midthigh and could be reversed to light gray. Underneath, she was wearing a dark gray pantsuit with a white blouse. Very monochrome. Very forgettable. At least that was the intent. only a few blocks from the office. A black A-4 Audi pulled out into traffic and less than a minute later it stopped in front of Abel's building. A brunette with dark, horn-rimmed gla.s.ses got out of the car and closed the door. Milt never worked with blondes. They stood out too much. The agent's shoulder-length black hair had a slight wave to it and on her right side it partially covered her face. She was wearing a stylish black nylon trench coat that stopped midthigh and could be reversed to light gray. Underneath, she was wearing a dark gray pantsuit with a white blouse. Very monochrome. Very forgettable. At least that was the intent.

Sarah had a wireless, pin-sized fiber-optic camera in her gla.s.ses. She stayed right on the heels of two men and headed for the elevators. A medium-sized black purse was slung over her right shoulder, and a newspaper was folded in quarters and clutched in her left hand. She kept her chin down in case there were any cameras. There were three elevators. The doors to the middle one opened, and she followed some people in and stepped off to the side. Three had already been pressed so she retreated even farther into the elevator. She wanted to be the last one off. The elevator lurched straight to the second floor and a few people got off. At three the doors opened, and one man hurried off. Sarah paused for a beat and then pressed her way to the front. A man held the door for her and she stepped off and took a right. The other man had gone to the left.

"Remember your bailout," Milt said softly. "If it isn't right, you've got a bathroom and a staircase at the end of the hall."

The building was U-shaped with an inner courtyard. Sarah continued down the hall to where it stopped and took a right. Abel's office would be on her left, midway down. Number 318. So far everything was clear. In the right pocket of her trench coat was a small black object shaped like a gun. It was actually a lock pick. It would take her less than two seconds to get in. She rounded the corner and immediately sensed something was wrong. Up ahead, about where Abel's office should be, there was a cl.u.s.ter of people. Sarah gave them a good look and then glanced down at her paper. Milt was already talking in her ear.

"Give me a slow drive-by and keep on walking."

Sarah was already planning on doing just that. She glanced up again and counted three heads. All men, one very tall and two of average height. She looked down at her paper and actually slowed her pace a touch. There were still four doors ahead on her left. Sarah looked up as she pa.s.sed the next office so they could get a number off the door. It said 312. The men were standing in front of Abel's office. Her pulse quickened and she wondered if Milt had already figured it out.

His voice came over her wireless earpiece in a calm and slow tone. "I think they are cras.h.i.+ng our party. Would you please get me a close-up of their faces and then head into the ladies' room?"

Sarah did just that. When she was only four paces away, she looked up and smiled. She noticed for the first time that there was a woman standing in the middle of the three men. All Sarah saw was a shock of blond hair between two of the men who were facing her and then they closed ranks and the woman disappeared. Everything about their body language and the expressions on their faces was wrong. It was as if they were angry that she would even dare look at them. Sarah knew instantly that they were Saudi.

RAPP LEANED OVER Milt's shoulder as he rewound the footage. Milt worked the touchpad while he talked to Sarah, who'd had a bad experience before with some Saudi intel officers. "I know you hate them. Just sit tight." Milt's shoulder as he rewound the footage. Milt worked the touchpad while he talked to Sarah, who'd had a bad experience before with some Saudi intel officers. "I know you hate them. Just sit tight."

"I swear," the agitated female voice came from the small black speaker. "If they come in this bathroom I'm going to kill them."

"Sarah," Milt said, as the footage jumped back ten frames at a time, "I would really prefer it if you didn't kill anybody." Milt paused the playback on the most clear picture of the two men. One tall and one average. Milt blinked several times and said, "I'll be d.a.m.ned."

"What?" Rapp asked.

Milt s.h.i.+fted to the third computer, closed out the map, and opened a file that Langley had sent him during the night. He'd forgotten to show Rapp. A composite drawing came up on the screen. It was a dead ringer for the taller man that Sarah had just pa.s.sed in front of Abel's office.

"Who is he?" asked Rapp.

"I don't know." Milt shrugged. "It came addressed to you with a note that said this is the man who hired the Salvadorans."

All at once Rapp recognized what was going on. "What do you have for nonlethal?" Rapp asked urgently.

"We have Tasers."

"Where?"

"In that black case right there."

Rapp grabbed the hard black case off the floor, tossed it on the bed, and popped the clasps. He threw one of the high-voltage stun guns to Coleman.

"Let's go."

"Radios!" Milt half yelled. He grabbed two small black Motorola secure digital radios, clip-on wireless mikes, and tiny, flesh-colored wireless earpieces. "They're charged and ready to go."

Rapp and Coleman stuffed the radios in their jacket pockets, clipped the mikes to the inside of their collars, and put the earpieces in. They started for the door.

"Milt," Rapp said over his shoulder, "tell Sarah she's not allowed to kill anyone until I get there. And send that guy's photo back to Langley and have them verify that he's the one I'm looking for."

"What in the h.e.l.l do the Salvadorans have to do with this?" Milt watched them leave. Rapp didn't bother to answer his question. "Why do I get the feeling I'm going to have a mess to clean up?" Milt pulled down his lip mike and got busy repositioning his team.

74.

T ayyib was beginning to wonder if the woman knew much of anything. They'd taken her from the apartment, shoved her in the trunk of a car, and taken her back to the emba.s.sy. Tayyib had started with the fingernails on her left hand. He'd torn them off one at a time. Her story started to change after the third one. She had gone from saying she didn't know where her boss was to telling him that he might be in Italy. Where in Italy, he wanted to know. She sobbed that she didn't know where, just that she thought she overheard him say something about Italy. That was when he decided to let two of the men rape her. They had been eager enough, and Tayyib knew they would be grateful. Tayyib would not defile himself in such a way, but he knew with women, this type of subjugation could put them into the proper frame of mind. ayyib was beginning to wonder if the woman knew much of anything. They'd taken her from the apartment, shoved her in the trunk of a car, and taken her back to the emba.s.sy. Tayyib had started with the fingernails on her left hand. He'd torn them off one at a time. Her story started to change after the third one. She had gone from saying she didn't know where her boss was to telling him that he might be in Italy. Where in Italy, he wanted to know. She sobbed that she didn't know where, just that she thought she overheard him say something about Italy. That was when he decided to let two of the men rape her. They had been eager enough, and Tayyib knew they would be grateful. Tayyib would not defile himself in such a way, but he knew with women, this type of subjugation could put them into the proper frame of mind.

He left the bas.e.m.e.nt storage room and found the kitchen. He gave them an hour. He ate a sandwich, drank a gla.s.s of milk, and thought about what questions he would ask her when he started up again. Abel was a man who embraced technology. Tayyib had first met him five years ago. Even then he was carrying one of those combination handheld computers and cell phones. His office would be the key. There would be something there that would tell him where Abel was. Some piece of information stored on a computer. Tayyib could not disappoint Ras.h.i.+d. He had to find the German or the prince would never trust him again.

When he went back downstairs the men were finis.h.i.+ng up with her. They had her stripped and bent over a table with her arms tied to the far legs with brown extension cords. She was there for him to take. He felt a rush of excitement and was seconds away from giving in. He forced himself to silently recite the salat ul-jumuah. Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar...Ashahadu an la ilaha ill allah...Ashahadu anna Muhammadar Rasulullah...G.o.d is greater, G.o.d is greater. I declare there is no G.o.d but G.o.d. I declare Muhammad is the messenger of G.o.d... Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar...Ashahadu an la ilaha ill allah...Ashahadu anna Muhammadar Rasulullah...G.o.d is greater, G.o.d is greater. I declare there is no G.o.d but G.o.d. I declare Muhammad is the messenger of G.o.d...

The prayer, however, did not subdue his desires and he knew that he could no longer be in the presence of the temptress. One of the men laughed that she had begged them to stop. That she had mentioned something about a safe in the office. It was already past four in the morning. Tayyib angrily ordered the men to rape her again. Going to the office right now might arouse too much suspicion. They would have to clean her up and take her to the office in the morning.

75.

R app and Coleman took the stairs. Coleman was down them like a shot. Because of his stiff knee and thigh bruise Rapp fell slightly behind. Coleman waited for him on the street and they walked side by side, quickly, but not so fast as to raise unwanted suspicion. They pa.s.sed one police officer on the way and paid him no attention. Rapp began gesturing with his hands and speaking to Coleman in French. They were both in jeans. Rapp was wearing his black Polartec jacket, and Coleman was wearing a dark brown bush jacket with oversized pockets. It was one long block and one short block. They arrived at the front door of the building in just under three minutes. app and Coleman took the stairs. Coleman was down them like a shot. Because of his stiff knee and thigh bruise Rapp fell slightly behind. Coleman waited for him on the street and they walked side by side, quickly, but not so fast as to raise unwanted suspicion. They pa.s.sed one police officer on the way and paid him no attention. Rapp began gesturing with his hands and speaking to Coleman in French. They were both in jeans. Rapp was wearing his black Polartec jacket, and Coleman was wearing a dark brown bush jacket with oversized pockets. It was one long block and one short block. They arrived at the front door of the building in just under three minutes.

"Taser the big guy," Coleman said as they walked up the steps.

"Yep. I want him alive."

"And the other two?"

"Depends on what they do. You worry about the big guy. I'll handle the other two. Milt," Rapp said into the tiny microphone on his collar, "tell Sarah to give us a quick look. We're headed into the building right now."

Coleman nodded as Rapp began speaking in French again. They pa.s.sed through the large heavy bra.s.s doors and continued across the lobby, straight to the elevators. They managed to catch one by themselves and on the way up, they listened to Sarah as she left the bathroom and walked past Abel's office. "The door is closed, and I think they're in there."

"Wait for us, by the elevators," Rapp said.

Five seconds later the door opened and Rapp and Coleman charged out. They met Sarah halfway down the hall and huddled.

"We go in fast. I'm first, Scott, you're second, and Sarah, I want you to stay by the door. You're silenced, right?"

"Yes."

"Stay low. I don't want any errant shots pa.s.sing through a wall and hitting one of us. If we find someone in the outer office and they don't do anything stupid, Scott and I will go right past them and it's up to you to secure them. If the guy doesn't do exactly as you say, shoot him." Rapp looked into her eyes to see if this would be a problem. "Are you okay with that?"

She nodded, but then said, "Why don't we get a fiber optic up here and have a peek under the door?"

Rapp shook his head.

"She's right, Mitch," Coleman said. "It'll take five minutes tops."

"I don't want to waste five minutes, and we don't need to make this complicated. We move fast and this whole thing is over in five seconds not five minutes. Shoot anyone except the girl and the big guy."

"Fine."

Rapp started down the hall and turned right at the end. Rapp was picturing the layout in his head. There would be a small reception area and then either a door straight ahead, or on the right or left that would lead to Abel's office. When he was five paces away from the door his left hand slid around and underneath his jacket. His fingers found the hilt of the 9mm Glock and drew it from his waistband. With the silencer attached it was a long draw. Rapp stopped just short of the door and looked over his shoulder to make sure Coleman and Sarah were with him. He held up his right hand and then leaned forward and placed it on the doork.n.o.b.

Everything stopped for that instant. Rapp closed his eyes, dropped into a slight crouch, took one more deep breath, and then twisted the k.n.o.b while leaning into the door with his left shoulder. He did it in one smooth motion with his gun extended. He found himself standing in an outer office that was approximately ten feet wide by fifteen feet long. It had a desk on the right, a couch on the left, and a door straight ahead. Rapp could hear hushed, male voices from the other room. He crept slowly across the room and then he heard something said in Arabic. He slowed for a second and leaned one way and then the other to see if he could tell where they were. He told himself this was no time to stop. They wouldn't have their guns drawn and if they did, they would be at their side.

Rapp charged into the room, checking his left quickly and then sweeping to his right. The three of them were standing behind a large desk. A section of the bookcase was pulled out and behind it was a gray steel wall safe. None of them bothered to turn around so Rapp said, "Hey, guys."

They all flinched in surprise, including the girl. Rapp's eyes checked the hands of each man in less than a second. He saw one gun, the man on the far right, and that was where Rapp directed his aim. He was just about to say "Don't even think about it" when the man moved. The gun was resting flat against his thigh. Rapp was looking him in the eye, but he saw the movement. The gun started to come up. It never got above his waist. Rapp squeezed the trigger and drilled the man right between the eyes. His head snapped back against the bookcase and he crumpled to the ground.

Coleman was already in the room, his Taser up and ready. He took aim at the man on the far right and pulled the trigger. A pair of fishhooks shot out from the end of the weapon and attached themselves to the man's chest. Twenty thousand volts of electricity shot through the man's body and he did the herky-jerky for a second and then collapsed to his knees, his face twisted in pain. Through the connecting wires Coleman hit him with another charge, and the man fell facedown on the rug, unable to move.

Both Rapp and Coleman took aim at the taller man while Sarah closed the door to the hallway.

"Don't do anything stupid." Even as Rapp said it he knew they had a problem. The woman was standing too close to the man. Rapp could have shot him easily, but he wanted him alive. The man stepped quickly to the side and put the woman between them. He grabbed her by the throat with his right hand and the hair with his left.

"Drop your weapons."

"Or what?" Rapp said.

"I'll crush her throat."

Rapp watched as the man increased pressure and the woman's eyes began to bug out of her head. Rapp a.s.sessed his options. The guy had himself almost completely concealed behind the woman. His eyes danced around the periphery of the silhouette and he found his spot. Rapp dropped his muzzle three inches and squeezed the trigger.

The 9mm round hit him in the right elbow and shattered the socket. The response was instantaneous and gratifying. His right hand fell limply to his side, and his left hand released the woman's hair. The man's brain was on override, and his left hand came across his chest to aid his semi-attached right forearm. At the same time the woman doubled over on the desk gasping for air. That was when the fishhooks sunk into his chest and he was. .h.i.t with the burning electrical charge.