Part 31 (1/2)
”Are you FBI?”
He said nothing.
”CIA? Military?”
”It doesn't matter. What matters is you came close to serious harm.”
”Oh, you think? Now I know firsthand what you and your ilk really do to people.”
”It's not pretty but it saves lives.”
”It also ruins innocent ones. I don't see how it can do any good.”
The man's jaw muscles pulsed.
”Tell that to the families standing at the graves of innocent people murdered in attacks.”
”What your pals did to me back there was medieval! Threaten a man with castration and he'll confess to anything.”
”Let me give you some context, Jack. You're a foreign national who trespa.s.sed in the apartment of a murdered man, who happened to be a source for about six different intelligence agencies. The locals had every right to suspect you. They were just getting warmed up with you.”
”By violating my human rights?”
”Look around, this is not the U.S.”
”What your friends did was confirm that I've got a huge story.”
”Forget your story. You have no idea how dangerous this is for you.”
”Is that a threat?”
”That's advice, or did you forget I was the one who got you out of there. The situation is complicated, but let me make one thing clear. You get back to the States and you forget this. Tell your editor your story fell through.”
”f.u.c.k you!”
”Are you that stupid?”
”After what I've been through, do you really think I'm going to curl up and forget my profession? A lot of people have died for this story. Now, I'm going to report every iota of what I know and what I went through to know it, including meeting you. It seems to me that maybe a few governments have a hand in some kind of illegal c.r.a.p.”
”Is that what you think you have?”
”You heard it all when your pals were torturing me.”
Lancer said nothing.
”Was Corley your source? Did he have information for you?”
Lancer said nothing.
Both men retreated to their thoughts as the countryside evolved into the outskirts of the capital. Gannon took note of how well this guy knew his way around the streets of Rabat. Traffic slowed them up as they entered the district of Agdal.
”When do you plan to run your story?”
”As soon as I put something together.”
When they turned on to Rue Abderrahmanne El Ghafiki, Gannon began to recognize the area.
”What's your story going to say about the Rio connection to Corley?”
”What do you think?”
Lancer parked at the entrance of Gannon's hotel, the Orange Tree, shut off the motor and turned to Gannon.
”Cards on the table, Gannon?”
”Fine.”
”Corley was going to help me on an investigation. Listen, it's too soon for a story. Give me your word you'll wait until we've got this thing nailed, and I'll give you mine that you will have the full story. I'll help you.”
”What's the full story?”
”We've got raw intelligence of a planned attack.”
”Where, when? What kind of attack?”
”We don't know yet.”
”On what scale, how big?”
”Don't know that, either. That's why any premature revelations would jeopardize our investigation. A lot of people are working on this. Corley was a source and he had a thread of something with African links.”
Gannon thought.
”Jack, we know you were in Rio de Janeiro and London.”
”Figures. What do you know about Drake Stinson with the Rio law firm, Worldwide Rio Advogados?”
”We know that his firm is involved. That was emerging through Corley's reports and his sources in Brazil. At one time Stinson worked for the Central Intelligence Agency. We think the Rio firm and the cafe bombing might, stress might, have an African connection. Corley uncovered more about it recently.”
”That's all you know?”
”It's all I can tell you.”
”Who the h.e.l.l are you?”
”Not important.”