Foreign Influence_ A Thriller - Brad Thor [68]
“It is,” he agreed.
“Here’s a picture of Michael too.”
Harvath looked at him and he was exactly as Nicholas had so poorly described. “If I give you my e-mail, can you send those pictures to me?”
“As long as you promise you won’t tell Michael I gave them to you.”
“You don’t need to worry. Michael and I have a lot of other things we need to discuss.”
“Good,” said the assistant with a laugh. “I really hope he gets what’s coming to him.”
CHAPTER 31
Lars Jagland’s chalet was located in a small village in the mountains two hours outside of Geneva.
Harvath and Peio had picked up Nicholas, who insisted on bringing Argos and Draco along. It was turning into a circus, but Harvath grudgingly agreed.
The fact that Tsui had set Nicholas up to take the fall for the attack in Rome had bothered him from the beginning. It didn’t make sense. Why not let the terrorists take credit for the operation? It was obviously meant to be a distraction, but from what? Another attack? Was it meant to somehow help the terrorists pull off their Paris operation by siphoning away investigative resources? Or, was there another reason entirely?
Harvath suspected it might be a bit of both. The one thing he knew was that their best and only lead was Tony Tsui. He not only knew about the attack in Rome, he most likely knew about the attack in Paris and whatever else the terrorists had planned. As far as Harvath was concerned, he was the key to everything; most importantly, stopping any further attacks.
Based on satellite imagery Nicholas had downloaded, Harvath identified a secluded vantage point from which they could observe the chalet as they planned their next move.
While the teaching assistant blamed selfishness for the fact that Tsui, Michael, or whatever his name was, missed Jagland’s funeral, Harvath had another theory. The man had gone to ground. The question, though, was why? Harvath thought he might have a good idea.
Somehow, somewhere, Tsui had screwed up and Jagland had found out about it. Maybe he had even threatened to expose Tsui. Whatever the case, Tsui was dangerous. He had already tried to have Nicholas killed, and now Jagland was dead. This was not someone that should be underestimated no matter how mild mannered he looked in the pictures the teaching assistant had forwarded. Tsui was a killer.
“There’s no way you’ll get close enough without him seeing you coming,” said Peio as he handed the binoculars back to Harvath. “We’ll have to wait until dark.”
“I don’t want to wait,” said Nicholas. “I want to go in now.”
“You don’t get a vote,” replied Harvath.
“The hell I don’t. Who’s financing this operation? Who found Tsui?”
“Nicholas,” scolded Peio.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned and am going to sin a lot more before the night is through, so get used to it.”
“I want you to promise me something,” began the priest.
Nicholas held up his hand. “No. No promises.”
Peio looked at Harvath, but Harvath simply raised the binoculars to his eyes and went back to surveilling the chalet. The priest didn’t belong here. He knew better than most what was going to happen once they got hold of Tsui. If he cooperated, things would be relatively easy for him. But if he refused to cooperate, it would get ugly fast. Peio wasn’t toeing the edge of some imaginary line, he had crossed it. He had feet firmly planted in two different worlds and needed to decide which side he wanted to be on.
The men shared the food and water that the priest had purchased and waited for the sun to go down. They made very little small talk.
When it was dark, Harvath pulled the night vision monocular from his pack along with the other items he was going to need.
“Don’t shoot him until I get there unless you absolutely have to. I want him to see my face,” said Nicholas. He turned to look at Peio, but the priest turned away.
Harvath stepped quietly out of the van. It was an overcast, moonless night and it was unseasonably cold, just like it had been back in Spain. So much for global warming, he thought as he turned up the collar of