Daylight (Atlee Pine #3)(99)

“Preying on the weaknesses of people,” said Dobbs in a disgusted tone.

“I have no sympathy for people having sex with underage children,” said Pine, thinking of Jewel Blake. “They deserve to have the book thrown at them. But for the others, affairs, drug use, all used for blackmail? That’s different. That’s screwing with people, destroying their lives. If they are using their influence to help, it’s under duress. I think that must be quite a guilty burden to bear, knowing that you’re selling out your own country to save yourself.”

“I know we need to do something ASAP, Pine, but I also have to think about this. Find a strategy moving forward. We have to tread cautiously.”

“I would be careful who you communicate with, sir. Otherwise, you might find yourself transferred to head up an RA so far in the wilderness they use tin cans strung with wire to talk.”

“That thought had occurred to me. So, no leads on Carol?”

“Not yet. But someone is working on it, and I will move heaven and earth to get her back safe and sound.”

“I know you will. Hang in there, Pine. I’ll get back to you.”

He clicked off, and for some reason Pine’s hopes immediately plummeted.

I really can’t count on anybody to help me because who the hell knows how far this goes?

She looked out the window at the darkened street, and her imagination raced to all sorts of terrible fates for Carol Blum and Robert Puller. She never should have brought Blum with her.

And if I hadn’t screwed up Puller’s arrest of Tony Vincenzo, Robert Puller wouldn’t be involved in this, either.

She was convinced that wherever Blum was, so was Robert Puller.

Pine drove directly to the FBI’s New York Field Office, filled out an affidavit, had it notarized, then scanned it to Dobbs in Arizona. She noticed that several agents passed by and looked at her intently.

Is something going on here I’m not aware of?

For a panicked second she had the most horrible thought imaginable: The Bureau had also been compromised and she had been sent here by a devious Dobbs just so she could be arrested on some trumped-up charge.

As she was pondering whether to make a run for it, a man in his fifties, tall and imposing, and dressed in a dark suit with a blue tie over a stiff white shirt, came up to her.

“Agent Pine?”

“Yes?” Something about the man seemed familiar. She tensed.

“I’m Warren Graham. I’m the SAC here.”

That’s why Pine thought she knew the man. Graham was the special agent in charge of the Bureau’s New York Field Office; it and the Field Office in DC were the top two outposts in the Bureau’s universe. He was higher in the pecking order than Clint Dobbs, by a lot.

“I’d like to talk to you. In private.”

Pine was led to a small conference room, and Graham shut the door.

Pine’s heart was banging so hard, she thought she saw her shirt move.

Graham perched on the edge of the table and said, “Clint Dobbs and I were bunkmates at Quantico. We’ve remained close friends over the years. He phoned me after you talked to him.”

Pine put a hand against the wall to steady herself because she had no idea what was coming.

“We’ve been looking at some of the same things you have, Pine. In fact, I’ll let you in on something. There are three other luxury apartments operating in the same manner in addition to the one that you learned of and informed Clint about.”

“So you know what they’re doing?”

“We believe so, yes. The Russians call it kompromat. The Saudis have another term for it, as do the Chinese.”

“Are they all involved in this, sir?”

“Actually, we don’t think it’s foreign states behind this, Pine. We think it’s a private group that is doing this for the oldest reason in the book: money.”

“Did you know about Gorman and Franklin?”

“No, our attention had not turned to them as yet. We’re getting search warrants and surveillance authorizations as we speak.” He paused and looked chagrined. “I know Nora. I, uh, I have to say I’m surprised. I never would have suspected.”

“I guess that’s sort of the point, sir.”

“You are exactly right about that, Pine. And it’s another example of how in this game you are never too old to learn something new.” His brow creased. “I understand that there are two possible hostages?”

“My assistant, Carol Blum, and Lieutenant Colonel Robert Puller with the Air Force.”

“Gorman has them?”

“That’s what we believe.”

“We’ve done a quick and dirty on Gorman. Since he’s head of Nora’s security detail, he doesn’t have the level of disclosures and vetting that ordinarily takes place for staffers.”

“Which is why they set it up that way, I’m sure.”

“Precisely. Am I to understand that the military is also on top of the search for Colonel Puller?”

“Yes, I believe they are. At least they’re working on it.”

She prayed that Puller had made progress on that from his hospital bed.

“Good. Well, Pine, you’ve done enough for now. You look dead on your feet. Go get some rest. You’ll be no good to us if you’re exhausted. It’s going to be a very busy next few days.” He paused. “And God help us if this thing turns out to be as deep as I think it is.” He took out his business card and handed it to her. “My personal cell is on there.”