London Bridges - James Patterson [72]
“Joe, you and your old partner were his controls once he got here.”
“Our boss was Tom Weir, who wasn’t the director yet. Actually, the team included three other guys—Maddock, Boykin, and Graebner. Maybe you should talk to them.”
Cahill rose from his easy chair. He went and opened French doors leading out to a stone patio. A cooling breeze swept into the room.
“I never met him, Alex. Neither did my partner, Corky Hancock. Or the rest of the team—Jay, Sam, Clark. That’s the way it was set up from the beginning. It was the deal he brokered when he came out of Russia. He’d help us bring down the old KGB, name names there, and here in the U.S. But nobody got to see him. Believe me, he delivered names and information that helped bring down the evil empire.”
I nodded. “Right, he keeps his promises. But now he’s on the loose, and he’s established his own crime network—and a whole lot more.”
Cahill took a bite of his coffee cake, then talked with his mouth full. “Apparently, that’s exactly what he did. Of course, we had no idea that he would go bad. Neither did the Brits. Maybe Tom Weir did. I don’t know.”
I needed some air. I got up and walked to the open doors. A couple of horses were hugging a white wooden fence under the shade of oak trees. I turned to face Joe Cahill.
“Okay, so you can’t help me with the Wolf. What can you help me with, Joe?”
Cahill frowned and looked confused. “I’m sorry, Alex, not much. I’m an old plow horse, not good for much of anything anymore. Coffee cake’s good, right?”
I shook my head. “Not really, Joe. Trust me, store-bought’s never the same.”
Cahill’s face sagged, then he grinned but his eyes weren’t smiling. “So now we’re gonna be honest, I guess. Why the hell are you here? What’s this about? Talk to Uncle Joe. What’s going on? I’m kind of lost. You’re playing way over my head.”
I stepped back into the room. “Oh, it’s all about the Wolf, Joe. See, I think you and your old partner can help us a lot—even if you never met him in person, and I’m not so sure that you didn’t.”
Cahill finally threw up his hands in frustration. “Alex, this is a little crazy, you know. I feel like we’re running around in circles. I’m too old and ornery for this shit.”
“Yeah, well, it’s been a tough couple of weeks for everybody. A lot of craziness going around. You don’t know the half of it.” But I’d had enough of “Uncle” Joe Cahill’s crap. I showed him a photograph.
“Take a good look. This is the woman who murdered CIA Director Weir at the Hoover Building.”
Cahill shook his head. “Okay. So?”
“Her name is Nikki Williams and she’s former army. She operated as a mercenary for a while. A sniper, a good one. Lots of private contracts on her résumé. I know what you’re going to say, Joe—so?”
“Yeah. So?”
“Once upon a time, she worked for you and your partner, Hancock. Your agency shared your files with us, Joe. New era of cooperation. Here’s the real twist—I think you hired her to kill Weir.
“Maybe you did it through Geoffrey Shafer, but you were involved. I think you work for the Wolf. Maybe you always have—maybe that was part of his deal, too.”
“You’re crazy, and you’re dead wrong!” Joe Cahill stood up and brushed crumbs from his trousers. “You know what else, I think you’d better leave now. I’m sorry as hell I invited you into my house. This little talk of ours is over.”
“No, Joe,” I said, “actually, it’s just getting started.”
Chapter 94
I MADE A CALL on my cell phone. Minutes later, agents from Langley and Quantico swarmed onto the property and arrested Joe Cahill. They cuffed him and dragged him out of his nice, peaceful house in the country.
We had a lead now, maybe a good one.
Joe Cahill was transported to a CIA safe house somewhere in the Alleghenies. The grounds and the home looked ordinary enough: a two-story fieldstone farmhouse surrounded by grapevines and fruit trees, the entryway thick with wisteria. But this wasn’t going to be a safe house for Uncle Joe.
The former agent was bound and gagged, then left alone in a small room for several