“I’ve got lung cancer. What’re they going to do? Throw me in jail? The president would never allow it.”
“So where does this leave us?
“Did you ask McBride not to kill Montez?”
“Yes.”
“Then he won’t.”
She needed to play an ace. The CIA was her agency now, not his. “This is bigger than Nicaragua. The scandal could bring down the president. I have a green light.”
He coughed again and she felt a pang of guilt.
“Rebecca, listen to me very carefully. Under no circumstances are you to do that.”
“With all due respect, I don’t report to you anymore. I report to the DNI.”
“I recommended you for the director’s chair, cashed in every favor I owned.”
She sighed, deliberately softening her voice. She’d lost the high ground. “You don’t need to call in any favors. I already told McBride I wouldn’t do it.”
“Thank you for that. Are any of our people watching Dalton?” he asked.
She looked at her computer clock. “No. He refused, said he didn’t need them. He thought involving us would compromise the operation. For what it’s worth, I agreed with him. He used his own men and assured me they were up to the task, but I haven’t heard from him in more than thirty-six hours. McBride and Fontana are on their way to your son’s house, but I doubt Dalton would go there. Especially if Nichole knew its location, which is likely. Montez would extract that from her easily.”
“If Montez has Dalton, it’s already too late. Dalton’s tough and smart, but he’ll never hold out very long against Montez, especially with his daughters at risk. It’s a good bet Montez knows everything.”
“Will he blow the whistle?”
“He kept Nicaragua a secret. At this point, I don’t know, but it’s a safe bet he’ll want more money. A lot more.”
“I’m not onboard with that.”
“We may have no choice.”
She waited.
“Our best hope of containment is already on the move.”
“They’re rusty at best, sloppy at worst. They’ve already made some serious mistakes. It was their screw-up that led Montez to McBride’s house.”
Kallstrom said nothing.
“Your boys have six more hours, but I’m putting my San Diego team on standby. That’s the best I can do.”
“You won’t regret it.”
“Make a pot of coffee, Sam.” She ended the call and leaned back in her chair.
Nathan and Harvey arrived on the outskirts of Lomas Santa Fe thirty minutes after leaving the safe house. At this hour, the streets of the neighborhood were deserted.
“There might be security guards watching the house, probably are. We could be facing a friendly fire situation.”
“I don’t consider anyone who shoots at us as friendly.”
“You know what I mean.…”
They rode in silence for a few seconds.
“Let’s think about our plan,” Harv said. “Once again, we don’t have any intel on this house, or the surrounding area. Given the neighborhood, it’s a good bet it’ll have a state-of-the-art security system. Cameras. Infrared beams. Motion sensors. You name it.”
“Good thing we know how to beat them.”
“There could be tactical dogs.”
“If there are, let’s try not to kill them.”
“Last I looked, we’re fresh out of tranquilizer guns.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Nathan paused, thinking. “I wish Cantrell had told me what Duane Dalton’s role is.”
He turned left onto El Camino Real. “All we can be sure of is that Dalton’s a fairly major player, and he’s working in some way with the CIA.”
“He could’ve been in the safe house when it blew.” Nathan shook his head. “You realize that Montez set a trap to kill his own man. Maybe Julio said something in code. If he did, it cost him his life. It’s damned cold-blooded to kill your own man like that, even for Montez.”
“Don’t humanize Montez too much, Nate.”
They fell silent for a minute.
“If you’re right about Julio alerting Montez,” Harv said, “he wanted to take us out as well. Nearly did. Which might give us an advantage if he thinks we’re dead.”
“We shouldn’t assume that.”
“If Montez believes his safe house was compromised then he’ll also assume this location could be compromised as well. There could be a similar booby trap here. Getting cooked alive isn’t exactly at the top of my bucket list.”
“Relax, Harv. I’ve got everything under control.”
“I hate it when you say that.”
“You’re still alive, aren’t you?”
“You call this living?”
“Just admit it, you love this.”
“I’ll have to take the Fifth on that.”
Nathan focused on the landmarks along the road now. “Nichole Dalton said the house is past a stop sign.”
A few minutes later they found the stop sign Nichole had mentioned. The cross street was Linea Del Cielo. They drove down a gradual grade, focusing on the right side.
“There’s a white fence,” Nathan said. “This could be it.”
“Looks promising.”
“Keep going, we need an electric gate.”
“I don’t see a big stump.”
“The gate’s too far away. Kill the headlights and pull over past the driveway. I’m gonna take a look.”
Nathan wasn’t out of Harv’s Mercedes more than ten seconds before hearing an approaching car. He cursed inwardly and bolted up a steep slope. He had to lie flat on his stomach to avoid being touched by the headlights and peered through a low bush as a San Diego County sheriff’s cruiser rolled to a stop next to Harv’s Mercedes. Unbelievable. Friggin’ unbelievable.
He saw the cruiser’s passenger side window roll down. “Sir, is everything okay?”
“Thanks for stopping, Deputy. I needed a drive to clear my head. Had an argument with my kid. He came home drunk.”
“You live around here?”
“Yes, sir. Just a mile or so away.”
“Please show me your driver’s license.”
“No problem.”
He couldn’t see Harv, but the deputy shined his flashlight into the Mercedes. Good thing they’d removed their tactical gear and face paint following the safe house explosion. “My name is Harvey Fontana. I own First Security, Inc.”
“The company with the radio ads?”
“We offer a twenty-five percent discount to all military and law enforcement personnel.”
“I might give you a call, we have an old system. Have you had anything to drink tonight?”
“Absolutely not, Deputy.”
“All right, Mr. Fontana. Have a good evening.”
“Thanks again, Deputy.”
The cruiser continued north on El Camino Real and disappeared around a gradual bend in the road.
Nathan slid down the slope and approached the electric gate. No stumps of any kind. He searched the immediate area for wood chips produced by a stump grinder, but didn’t find any evidence of that either. Plus, he could clearly see the house a hundred yards up the driveway. This didn’t look like the place.
“Good job with the deputy. I took a close look, and this isn’t the place. Let’s keep going, but carefully. I don’t think we’ve seen the last of our law enforcement friend.”
“He’ll definitely cruise through here again.”
Further down the road they found their house. No doubt about it. White rail fence. Electric gate. Interlocking pavers. And the stump was hard to miss.
“We’re in business,” Harv said. “Let’s find a place to park.”
Driving by, he studied what he could, but Nichole Dalton had it right. The house couldn’t be seen from the street.
Farther down the road, they both saw it at the same time, a place to park at the entrance to a small community park. The closed gate prevented access, but they could park on the shoulder without drawing too much attention. And Harv’s big Mercedes would look perfectly natural in this neighborhood. When the deputy patrolled through here again, he couldn’t miss it, and finding it unoccupied would raise suspicion. Short on options, they decided to risk it.