The President's Assassin by Brian Haig

Author:Brian Haig
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3, pdf
Tags: Washington (D.C.), Murder, Mystery & Detective, Presidents, Political campaigns, Political, Drummond, Fiction, American, Assassins, Suspense fiction, Investigation, Thrillers, General, Sean (Fictitious character)
ISBN: 9780446617116
Publisher: New York : Warner ; 2006.
Published: 2006-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

"When? What time?"

"Uh . . . about two hours ago."

It suddenly became real quiet.

Phyllis looked at me and asked, "Sean, is there a better way to handle this?"

I avoided George's eyes and replied, truthfully, "CID does maintain a duty officer in the Pentagon. But CID headquarters is located at Fort Belvoir, Virginia. We should call Major General Daniel Tingle, the CID commander."

Phyllis looked at George, then at Townsend. She suggested, "Mark, it might be advisable to use Drummond on this."

Townsend looked at me. "You ever work with CID?"

I nodded.

"Then do it." He added, but I think not for my benefit, "Do I need to remind everybody that every hour lost can be counted in lives? We cannot... be Sitting around . . . with our thumbs up our"

"Up our noses," Phyllis helpfully interjected. "And you're absolutely right."

"I think I should go with Drummond," Jennie suggested.

Townsend looked at us both and asked, "Why are you still sitting here?"

And we weren't.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

We took the same helicopter, though the pilots had changed out while we were in the building. The new pilot jocularly informed us he was named Jimbo, the flight time to Fort Belvoir would be approximately twenty-five minutes, so we should sit back and enjoy the ride. A stewardess would be making the rounds after takeoff, offering a selection of fine wines, snacks, and reading materials.

I grabbed Jennie's gun and shot him. Just kidding.

About two minutes after takeoff, Jennie's cell phone went off. She answered, "Margold," then listened for a minute. "Yeah, good. Hold on." To me, she said, "It's Chuck Wardell. Meade Ever-hill was found at home, in bed, unharmed. They're moving him to FBI headquarters." She returned to her conversation with Wardell, and they began chatting about the protection screen being set up around Townsend.

It was a little odd that Wardell had called Jennie. But in chaotic situations, people migrate toward competence, and through good luck, good timing, and, if I say so myself, a bit of deductive brilliance, Jennie and I were the heroes of the hour. I reminded myself that nothing has a shorter half-life than a hero.

I whipped out my cell, called the Pentagon switch, and asked the operator to put me through to the CID duty officer. She did and he answered, "Major Robbins. CID."

I identified myself and informed him I worked for the Director of the FBI, which was partly true and certainly more impressive than the whole truth. I said, "You've already gotten a request for assistance regarding some lost and stolen munitions. Right?"

"About two hours ago. An agent. . . uh, hold on"he apparently checked his duty log"Meany. . . George Meany, asked for assistance. He gave me a list of the purported thefts. I already faxed requests for assistance to the CID offices in the locations where the thefts occurred."

"He explained this was high priority?"

"Yes. I categorized them high priority."

"Well. . . explain what that means."

"It's SOP to code our requests. High priority means the receiving stations have seventy-two hours to respond.

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