THE THOUSAND DOLLAR KIDNAP: The New Colt Ryder Thriller by J.T. Brannan

Author:J.T. Brannan [Brannan, J.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grey Arrow Publishing
Published: 2019-11-01T06:00:00+00:00

6

I would have taken the Amtrak to DC, but they were funny about letting animals on board. They had to be in a cage, with a weight limit of twenty pounds, and Kane’s head weighed more than that. And so I’d placed that call to my friend in the DMV, then gone into town and “borrowed” another car. I’d bought a burner cellphone along with the laptop the night before, and I gave her the number to call me back on when she got a hit.

I hoped it didn’t take long, because I was going back into Washington, the lion’s den, and I wanted some sort of ammunition when I got there.

I hadn’t informed the president, or his old buddy, that I was coming back. I wasn’t exactly sure what sort of reception I’d get, after my recent activities. If I’d found Callum Baxter, that would be one thing – Harris might well decide to forget the methods I’d used to find him. But as of right now, I had nothing except for a DC license plate and a head full of suspicions for my efforts.

I’d spent most of the previous night watching the footage from the security camera, but it was no good – Callum had been nowhere to be seen. I had a working theory – if that Taurus had been involved – that maybe Callum had left via a different route, maybe straight out onto the main road, then called whoever was inside the vehicle and told them to meet him there. Which would mean that he knew whoever had been in the car. Another option was that the driver had simply seen Callum leaving by a different route, and then gone to intercept him, which would mean he hadn’t known them. Maybe.

As I said, I still didn’t have anything.

I was now rather more interested in Harris’s political rivals though; with the Russian connection dead in the water, and that mysterious car from the capital in the mix, I had begun to suspect that maybe this thing was political, after all. As I drove along the I-95 toward DC, I used Google’s text-to-speech function to listen to media reports and biographical data on Gregory Curtis Connors, Harris’s opponent in November’s election.

Seventy-two years of age, the man was substantially older than Harris, and had had a much more interesting career. He’d been born into money, and had started working in his father’s oil company in Texas right after graduating from MIT. He’d proven to be hard-working and ruthless in equal measure, but was only there for a year before volunteering to go and fight in Vietnam. With his background and contacts, he could easily have avoided service, but all indications were that he was a true-blooded patriot and didn’t want to shirk what he felt was his duty. He’d joined the “Screaming Eagles” of the 101st Airborne, and saw plenty of action as a young platoon commander – the Purple Heart with cluster and two Bronze Stars attested to that – but he had eventually been suborned by military intelligence.

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