Ryan laughed, winced at whatever pains it stoked. “Do you really think you can trust these men?”
“Trust has nothing to do with it. It’s a matter of logic. Say I kill everyone in this room and bring their heads to Skorzeny. You think he’ll honour his offer? Or do you think he’ll cut my balls off and choke me with them? I suspect the latter. No, the smart strategy is for us to stick together. As a unit, we can break him. If one man goes it alone, then Skorzeny will destroy him. Don’t you agree?”
“It’s insane. You’re all crazy.”
“Maybe so. But if I was given to entirely rational thinking, I’d still be managing my father’s drugstore in Brooklyn instead of fighting for Israel.”
“This isn’t fighting for Israel. This is greed.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree on that point. We have a more urgent question at hand.”
Ryan waited.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what the question is?”
“I don’t care,” Ryan said.
Weiss leaned forward. “Well, you really should. You see, the question is this: What shall we do with Lieutenant Albert Ryan?”
CHAPTER FORTY NINE
Ryan knew Weiss wanted him to react, to make some angry or fearful reply. He kept his mouth shut.
“Of course,” Weiss said, “the smart thing to do would be to kill you and dump your corpse on Skorzeny’s doorstep. Let him know he can’t bargain with us.”
Wallace grinned. Carter and Gracey stared.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Ryan asked.
“Well, that was the plan,” Weiss said.
Carter stood up from the windowsill. “It still is.”
Weiss raised a hand to silence him. “Now I’m not so sure.”
“Bollocks to that.” Carter came to Weiss’s side. “We agreed on this. We put a bullet in his head and a note in his pocket. We’ve been over and over it for two days, for Christ’s sake.”
Ryan watched the anger burn on Carter’s face, the cool calm on Weiss’s. Which of these men held command?
“Let’s go over it one more time,” Weiss said, his voice even and smooth like still water.
Carter put his hands on his hips. “No. There’s been enough talk already. Do it, Wallace.”
Wallace snapped into action, raised his pistol, marched towards Ryan, aim centring on his chest.
Weiss moved with such speed, Ryan couldn’t be sure what he’d seen. The agent had been seated, hands and newspaper in his lap, as Wallace came alongside him. Then he was upright. Ryan’s eyes followed the newspaper’s drift towards the floor, only caught an impression of Weiss seizing Wallace’s outstretched arm with one hand, the pistol with the other. When Ryan looked back up, Weiss held the suppressor’s muzzle to the Rhodesian’s forehead.
Carter stepped back. Gracey went to raise his own weapon. Carter waved a hand to stop him.
Weiss spoke, his voice soft and gentle, carrying only the slightest tremor from the exertion. “Like I said: Let’s go over it one more time.”
Wallace backed away, his hands flexing, his face flushed with anger.
“Leave it, Wallace,” Carter said.
Wallace bared his teeth. “I’m going to kill the Jew bastard.”
“I said leave it. That’s an order.”
Wallace clenched his fists.
Carter crossed the room and put a hand on Wallace’s shoulder. “Step outside and cool off. Now. Gracey, you go with him.”
Gracey holstered his weapon and took Wallace by the arm. As they left the room, Ryan heard Wallace whisper, “I’ll fucking kill that Jew bastard.”
Carter and Weiss stood in silence for a time before Weiss smiled and said, “Got a little heated, there, didn’t it?”
He handed Wallace’s pistol over.
Carter took the weapon, stowed it in his waistband, and pointed a finger at Weiss. He stabbed the air as he spoke. “Don’t you dare undermine me in front of my men again. Ever. I’ll fucking kill you myself.”
“Your men?” A wide grin cracked across Weiss’s face. “You don’t own them. You bought them, but they have no loyalty to you. They’d cut your throat for a dollar. Don’t forget that.”
“I’ve had just about enough of your mouth. Now say whatever you’ve got to say so I can shoot this bastard.”
“All right. Just hear me out. If you still don’t see things my way, then by all means, do what you have to do.”
Carter returned to his seat on the windowsill. “Let’s have it, then.”
Weiss paced the room as he spoke. “So, poor Tommy MacAuliffe’s demise has left us a man down. Not only that, our only other man on the inside has been compromised. Célestin Lainé gave you up the second Ryan here got hold of him. He’s no good to us anymore. He’ll tell Skorzeny everything sooner or later.”
“Then we kill him,” Carter said.
“Is that your answer for everything? Actually, in this instance, it’s probably the best option. But here’s the thing: We’ve got a great big hole in our operation now. And I know how to fill it.”
Ryan watched the workings of Carter’s mind play out on his face. Eventually, his features hardened. “No,” Carter said.
“Yes,” Weiss said. He aimed a finger at Ryan. “This man right here.”
“No,” Carter said again, shaking his head.
“Don’t you see? It’s the perfect solution. He can get right next to Skorzeny, tell us what he’s thinking. More than that, he can influence Skorzeny, push him in whatever direction we want him to go.”
“It’s madness,” Carter said. “He’ll turn us over.”
“I don’t think so. You won’t, will you, Albert?”
Ryan had no reply. He stared up at the men, blinking.
“Of course he will. He’s taking his orders from a Nazi bastard, him and that politician. He’s one of them.”
Weiss turned back to Ryan, leaned over, hands on his knees. “Is that so, Albert? Are you in bed with the infamous Nazi Otto Skorzeny? Are you a collaborator?”
The word stung Ryan. “No,” he said.
“Yes you are,” Weiss said. “A collaborator. Just like Elouan Groix was, or Hakon Foss. Or Catherine Beauchamp.”
“Shut your mouth,” Ryan said, the words hissing between his teeth. “I am not one of them. I am not a collaborator.”
“But you take orders from Otto Skorzeny.”
“I take my orders from the Directorate of Intelligence. I was given a job to do.”
Weiss straightened. “Funny, a lot of people said that after the war. It was only a job.”
“I was given an assignment. I wish I hadn’t taken it, but I had no choice. I fought men like Skorzeny in Europe and North Africa. It cost me everything, but I did it anyway. I am not one of them.”
“You hear that, Captain Carter? Lieutenant Albert Ryan is not a collaborator. He’s a soldier. Like you. Like I used to be. He might have fought alongside you, for all we know.”
Carter folded his arms across his chest. “What, should we give him a medal?”
“No. We should give him a place in our team.”
“My arse, we should.”
Weiss hunkered down in front of Ryan. “What do you say, Albert? You want to regain your honour by shafting Skorzeny? And get filthy fucking rich in the process, I should add.”
Carter leapt from the windowsill. “Now hold on a bloody minute. There’s no way he’s getting a piece of this.”
Weiss ignored him. “What do you think, Albert? It’s time to take a side. Do you want to help me bring Skorzeny down? Do you want to make more money than you’ve ever seen before?”
Ryan looked from one man to the other, Carter furious, Weiss smiling.
“What are you doing, Weiss?” Carter asked. “My boys won’t have it.”