She? In his hotel room? Who was Nick hanging out with? Selena felt flushed, then guilty. Someone tried to kill him and you're jealous. What's the matter with you?
"Are you all right?" Harker said.
"Yes."
"Nick, I think Dysart is setting up the President. Maybe an assassination."
"The Director of NSA? Are you serious?" Nick's voice faded in and out. It sounded like someone talking from the bottom of a well filled with electronic gargling, but Selena could hear the shock in his voice.
"Yes."
"Can you prove it?"
"Not yet, but my gut tells me I'm right. I want you to get close to Rice. I'll call him and set it up."
Elizabeth looked at her spaghetti cooling on the table. Ronnie wasn't waiting. He twirled pasta on his plate with his fork while he listened to the conversation.
"Arslanian had a flash drive in his hand when he was killed," Nick said. "I'm going to upload it to you now."
Elizabeth watched the download progress on her phone until it was done.
"Got it."
"Director, I'm blown. I should get out of here."
"Rice needs you there. Tell him there may be a plot to assassinate him and that I'm working on proving it."
"I don't like it." He paused. "When will you call Rice?"
"Now. As soon as this conversation is over."
"Then I'm gone." Nick broke the connection.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Elizabeth sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, watching Selena load the dishwasher. Something was bothering her, and it wasn't whether the forks should point up or down. Ronnie and Stephanie were in the computer room. Selena closed the appliance door. The machine began to cycle.
"Tell me about you and Nick," Elizabeth said.
Selena brushed hair away from her forehead. "What about Nick?"
"How serious are you?"
"That's the second time someone's asked me. Ronnie wanted to know."
"Does it bother you that I ask?"
Selena didn't answer.
"Because it's important. I have to know that whatever there is between you isn't going to get in the way."
"In the way?"
"Of what we do. Of what Nick has to do. Of what you have to do. Don't misunderstand me. You've been fine and I'm thrilled you're part of the team. I just need to know emotions aren't going to affect your judgment."
Selena sat down and sighed. "I don't know what to tell you. You asked how serious it is. He's the first man I've met in a long time that doesn't run the other way because he thinks I'm smarter than he is or too independent. So, yes, it's serious enough that I want to give it a shot. Is that what you want to know?"
"Part of it."
Selena got up, got coffee, sat down again.
"Can I talk to you as a friend, instead of a boss?"
Elizabeth looked at her. "Of course you can."
"I can handle the emotional part. What I'm having trouble with isn't Nick." She paused. "My uncle was the only family I had. When he was killed, I felt lost. Alone."
Elizabeth nodded.
"Since then everything's changed. You and Ronnie and Steph and Nick, you're my family now. Except we all carry guns and now the good guys may turn out to be bad guys. It's all upside down. People keep trying to kill my lover. I'm staying in a house with bullet proof windows. I don't know what's happening, I'm not in control and I can't do anything except react. It's making me crazy."
"It does take some getting used to," Elizabeth said. The way she said it made Selena laugh.
"Do you ever get used to it?"
"Sort of."
"I feel…vulnerable. If something happens to Nick, or any of us. I'm not sure how I'd handle that."
"That's honest, what you just said. I used the wrong word, earlier. It's not about emotions, it's about feelings. You have them, you deal with them, you keep going. You take it as it comes. You'll handle it, I'm sure, no matter what. You did that in Tibet. I made the right choice when I let you on the team."
"How do you handle it?"
"I compartmentalize. One thing at a time, more or less. If you think about everything at once it can overwhelm you. I don't let personal feelings get in the way."
"Yes, but you have them."
"Sure. But I've learned to put them away. So has Nick. So has Ronnie. And so have you."
"What do you mean?"
"How did you feel in Tibet? You killed people."
The words hung like a bright neon sign in the air between them. Selena said nothing.
"We see the worst side of things," Elizabeth said. "We never know what's going to happen and we have to keep a clear head"
"I can't pretend I don't have feelings. About Nick."
"I know. But if they get in the way you could make a mistake. It could kill you. Or Nick. There is something that balances things out a little."
Selena looked at Elizabeth.
"We can trust each other and channel our feelings into that. It's what makes any team work."
"Who else do we trust?"
"No one."
"That's cynical."
"That's reality."
"What keeps you doing this?" Selena asked.
Elizabeth thought about it. "I think everyone deserves a chance at some kind of justice. The people we go after don't believe that. Somebody's got to try and stop them."
Selena looked away, out the kitchen window. It was night. There wasn't much to see.
"I wonder what Nick's doing now?" she said.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
People milled about in the corridor. Nick watched a medical team load Rivka onto a gurney. They'd given her a shot of something and she was out of it, her dusky skin the color of milk. He called Ari.
"Is she all right?"
"She's badly wounded. The medics are here, she's on her way to Hadassah."
"How did it happen?"
"We went through the door of my room and someone started shooting from the balcony. We fired and he went over the edge. She took one all the way through."
"You?"
"He missed." Nick thought of Rivka taking a bullet meant for him. It wasn't a good thought.
"Stay where you are," Ari said. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
Down the hall, three men and a woman in dark suits and earpieces made their way toward him.
"I may not be here. I see Secret Service coming. They're going to want some answers."
"Ten minutes." Ari hung up.
The four agents stopped in front of Nick. They didn't look friendly.
The lead man was over six feet tall and purposeful, with a face that had serious all over it. His eyes were like ice. He was around forty, clean-shaven even this late in the day. He had a high forehead and a combination of green eyes and red hair that said Ireland in the background somewhere.
"You're Carter?"
It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to know who he was. They'd only needed to check the hotel register.
"Yes."
"Calloway." He flashed his ID and gave a pointed look at Nick's holstered H-K. "Hand over your weapon, please."
The other agents waited to see what he would do. The hallway was filling up with police, Secret Service, spies and who knew what. It reminded him of a scene from a Bogart movie. The only thing missing was Sydney Greenstreet.
A large Israeli police officer wearing the insignia of a Sergeant Major stepped in front of Calloway.
"Just a minute. We are in charge, here." His English was heavily accented. He turned to Nick, said, "Give me your pistol, please." He had his right hand on his holstered weapon, the strap snapped back and the hammer cocked, his left hand held out for the gun.
Agent Calloway was cool before, but now he turned glacial. "The President's security takes precedence here. This man will come with us."