“No, it’s me.”
“Tommy?”
“Yeah, listen there’s been something happening here.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about a visitor that came by to see your beautiful bride.”
“Who?” Nick asked, not liking the sound of Tommy’s voice.
“One of those fucking towel-heads stopped by dressed like a doctor. He wasn’t here to bring flowers, if you know what I mean.”
Nick squeezed the phone. “What happened? Is she okay?”
“Relax, Julie’s unharmed. Fortunately old Tommy boy was here to put the kabosh on the whole thing.”
“Tommy,” Nick said trying to control himself. “Let me speak with her.”
“She’s been sleeping. She slept through the whole thing. You want I should wake her up?”
Nick sighed. “No, let her sleep. Just have her call me when she’s up.”
“You got it, boss.”
“What happened to the perp?”
“Perp?”
“The piece of crap who tried to kill my wife. Where is he now?”
There was a pause, then, “Well, uh, you see, the guy-he’s in the parking lot right now.”
“What’s he doing there? Is he being arrested?”
“Actually, he’s resting. As a matter of fact, he’s going to be resting for a really long time.”
Nick understood the term. “Tommy, by any chance did he stumble upon an open window?”
Tommy laughed. “Yeah, well, I told the guy to take a flying leap, and you know how these foreigners are, they take everything so literally.”
Nick squeezed his eyes shut. His next call would be to Walt to add protection for Julie. There wasn’t enough protection in the world for her.
“Nick?” Tommy said, “you still there?”
“I’m here. Are you in trouble with the police?”
“I just witnessed a KSF soldier attempt to murder an FBI agent’s wife. He tried to escape out the window and lost his footing on the windowsill. They’re bound to hand me a medal before they handcuff me.”
“Who was it-do you know?”
“Nihad Tan-something.”
“Nihad Tansu?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Anyway, I got a hold of this guy’s cell phone,” Tommy said, conspiratorially.
“You have his cell phone? How?”
“It must have fallen out of his pocket when he ran to the window.”
“Tommy, that’s important evidence. You have to give that to the police, or the FBI right away.”
“Yeah, yeah, anyway, I pushed a couple of buttons and discover only one phone number locked into the redial mode.”
“You called it?”
“No. I figured I’d give you the pleasure. Want the number?”
Nick hesitated, but he wasn’t sure why. “Yes.”
Nick scribbled the number on his notepad. “Thanks, Tommy. . for everything.”
“No problem. I’ll be here from now on. No one’s gonna touch her. Just do me a favor and get this bastard, will ya.”
“Count on it.”
Nick hung up and saw Matt point to the phone number Tommy had just given him.
“Who’s number?”
“Don’t know. I’m going to find out in a minute. Tommy caught Tansu trying to dust Julie in the hospital. He grabbed Tansu’s cell phone and found this phone number in his call log.”
“All this is because you busted Rashid? Kharrazi is still pissed over that?”
Nick shrugged. He called Walt Jackson and secured enough protection for Julie to rival that of a sitting president.
Matt hung up his cell phone at the same time. “I’ve got the house sales being faxed over to Gila County Sheriff’s office in Payson.”
“Good,” Nick said, staring at his cell phone.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking it’s time to find out whose number this is.”
“Shouldn’t you call Stevie and get a trace going first?”
Nick shook his head. “We’re an hour from Phoenix, there’s no time.”
Nick dialed the number and let his thumb rest on the send button while he put his thoughts together. Who would be on the other end of this phone number? Kemel Kharrazi? What if it was Kharrazi? What information could he get from Kharrazi without him knowing about it? And if it wasn’t Kharrazi, how could he parlay the call into information leading to the terrorist?
Nick felt Matt staring at him as he took in a deep breath.
“Oh, for crying out loud, do it already,” Matt blasted.
Nick positioned his legal pad on the table in front of him and flipped to an empty page. As his thumb flexed to push the send button, he realized that his hand was shaking. He pushed the button. It rang once, then twice. “Yes,” a man’s voice said.
“Sarock?”
“Ye-” the man stopped. “Who is this?”
Nick scribbled the word ‘Sarock’ on his legal pad and circled it several times with nervous energy. Nick could feel Matt staring at him, knowing exactly whom he was talking to. Matt leaned up against Nick’s ear and eavesdropped on the conversation. “I think you know,” Nick said.
“Really?”
“It’s the man who’s chasing you. Now do you know who this is?”
“Yes, I think I do. How is your wife? I understand she had a terrible accident.” Kharrazi’s voice sounded guarded, but confident. It was as if a professor was asking a student to show his work.
Nick gritted his teeth. “You’re not trying to weasel out of the country, are you?”
“Because you have to be careful these days,” Kharrazi continued. “You never know when tragedy could strike.”
“I doubt an incompetent crew such as yours will be able to pull off any White House bombing.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Kharrazi finally acknowledged Nick. “Do you know why I’m so confident of this?”
Nick didn’t respond, so Kharrazi answered his own question. “Because the detonator was designed and created by the great Rashid Baser. The finest bomb expert the world’s ever seen.”
There it was, Nick thought. The Rashid factor.
Both men were silent. Two chess players thinking three moves ahead.
Finally, Kharrazi said, “Where are you?”
“I’m on my way to you. Can you see me?”
“How do you know where I am?”
“I’m good at my job.”
“It sounds like you’re in an airplane. Are you?”
“Yes,” Nick admitted.
“It’s too late, Kharrazi sneered, arrogantly. “You can’t stop the White House from exploding tonight.”
“Don’t bet on it.”
“But I have, Mr. Bracco. I’ve wagered the lives of my family, and my friend’s families, and every Kurd back in Kurdistan. If I fail, their lives are through. With America’s support, the Turkish Security Force will perform the vilest form of genocide on my people.”
Kharrazi let it sit there, while Nick absorbed the message. “But I will not fail,” he said, resolutely. “Whether I am dead or alive, the White House will disintegrate at midnight tonight. That is not a threat, simply a fact. Even if you found the detonator in time, you couldn’t do a thing about it. Rashid’s legacy will endure. When you wake up tomorrow, you will be living in a very different country.”
“Just like that, huh?”
“Just like that.”
Nick considered what he had just read in Kharrazi’s file. The sick, twisted mind of the worlds leading terrorist had fertile ground to grow up in. It was time to find out who he was dealing with. “It must have been awful,” Nick said, softly.
“What?”
“When your own father raped you. The man you trusted more than anyone.”
There was a stillness across the airwaves. Matt jerked away from the phone and looked at Nick with wide eyes.
“You weren’t even ten years old,” Nick prodded.
More silence.
“Now I understand why I’m the target. Everything you see in me, the honesty, the integrity-all things you wish your father was, but wasn’t. By killing me, you erase his sins. Without me you can continue to rationalize that everyone is the same all over the world, but I fly in the face of that theory.”
A long pause hung there, then finally Kharrazi began a low guttural laugh. “Are you trying to save me, Mr. Bracco?”
“It’s a form of transference,” Nick continued, “I’m seeing a specialist who helps me with certain issues. You could keep his schedule full all by yourself.”