executive actions by gary grossman

Author:gary grossman
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, FICTION/Thrillers, Thriller
ISBN: 9780983988588
Publisher: Diversion Books
Published: 2004-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

Washington, D.C.

J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building

Monday 11 August

“So, where were you?” asked Shannon Davis.

“Out.”

“Really, Roarke? Out? Out of the city? Out of the district? Out of the country? I couldn’t get bupkis from the White House. So …”

“I was just out. Busy.”

“I see nothing much has changed. I ask questions and never get an answer. You ask me to get information for you and I never know why.”

“And your problem is?”

“Oh nothing. It’s just good to see you.”

“You, too.”

The FBI man gave him a genuine bear hug. They both counted on each other. If the situation were reversed, Roarke would be the first to help Shannon.

“Well then, let me bring you up to date. I’ll start with Alfred Nunes. He’s still dead.”

“Very funny, Shannon.”

“But you’d be interested to know that he may not have died from a heart attack. Come with me to the lab. We’ll walk and talk and see if there’s anything new on the toxicology report.”

They left Shannon’s office on the 5th floor and walked down the hall to the elevator that would take them to the basement lab.

“No visible puncture wounds, no trauma to his body except when he fell off the rock he was sitting on. But we’re looking into the possibility of drugs. Honestly, I didn’t give it a second thought even though you were suspicious, until one of our guys, a fairly aggressive rookie, found a footprint downstream.”

“A footprint? Not much to go on,” Roarke said.

“No, but we’re running it anyway. Looks like a boot. A man’s. Size 12ish.”

“You have a file of boot prints? Like fingerprints?” Roarke asked.

“Some, not many. But you go with what you have. We’re running it for potential matches now.”

They changed the subject in the elevator when two other people joined them. They were in the headquarters of the FBI, but as recent history had shown, they might as well be telling the Russian president directly. Secrets were hard to keep and security was always playing catch up to spying.

While most of the toxicological work was done in facilities at Quantico, the FBI still kept a lab in Washington. This is where a sample of Alfred Nunes’ blood was analyzed.

“Anything showing?” Shannon Davis asked a technician.

“Very hard to tell, Shannon.” He acknowledged Roarke with a nod.

“It’s all right. This is Scott Roarke, Secret Service. He started us on this science experiment.”

“Thank you for your help,” Roarke offered.

“Don’t thank me yet. But I may be getting some positives for Sodium morph.”

Roarke stopped him. “Sodium morph?”

“Sorry. Sodium morphate. It dissipates into the body damned fast so it’s hard to read this far out. I’m still working the probabilities since there’s no clear evidence left.”

Shannon leaned over and whispered to Roarke, “Sodium morphate is lethal stuff. The kind of thing used by the mob and others.”

“Others?” Roarke said curiously.

“Assassins. From all countries. You fill in the blanks. We’ve got a list as long as the Washington Monument is high on suspected hits using the drug.”

“It’s nasty,” the technician offered while working on a computer model of Nunes blood compared with the characteristics of sodium morphate.

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