Midnight Runner - Jack Higgins [10]
Blake said, "So you know how much they're worth."
"I sure do. The latest quotes, including their oil interests in Hazar, indicate about ten billion dollars."
"And the president of the company?"
"The Countess of Loch Dhu."
Blake held out a folder. "This is our file on the Rashids. It's very interesting. For instance, it includes a list of their charitable donations, which include large donations to several education programs, including the educational program of Act of Class Warfare, and the Children's Trust in Beirut."
Quinn said, "I remember that. But it all seemed kosher to me. Educational charities are common among the truly rich. It's like handing out alms to the poor to assuage your guilt at having so much. I've been there myself."
Blake said, "What if I told you the Children's Trust in Beirut is a front for Hezbollah?"
Daniel Quinn was bewildered. "Are you suggesting she's up to something subversive? Why would she want to do that?"
"You remember how I said Dillon saved my life?" said Cazalet. "Well, this is where that comes in."
Blake continued. "As you know, Kate Rashid is Arab Bedu through her father and English through her mother--that's where the title comes from, the Daunceys. She had three brothers, Paul, George, and Michael."
"Had?"
"Yes. Last year, their mother was killed in a car accident by a drunken diplomat from the Russian Embassy. But a foreign diplomat can't be brought to court, so the brothers arranged their own punishment, which was permanent. What further infuriated them was that they learned the Russian had been brokering an oil deal in Hazar involving us and the Russians. Hazar was their territory. As far as they were concerned, here were these two great powers swaggering arrogantly over not only their economic rights but over Arabs in general: the West disrespecting the East. So they decided we needed to be taught a lesson."
"Paul Rashid tried to have me assassinated on Nantucket," Cazalet said. "Clancy took a bullet in the back meant for me. Blake personally shot one of the assassins."
"Mr. President, this is--this is astonishing," Quinn said.
"Unfortunately, it didn't end there," Blake told him. "It's all in the file. Suffice it to say that ultimately all three Rashid brothers paid the price for their fanaticism--leaving only their sister, Kate. The richest woman in the world probably, a woman who has everything and lost everything. Three beloved brothers. She wants revenge, I'm sure of it."
"You mean she couldn't get the President last time, so she might try again?"
"We believe she could be capable of anything. There's one other wild card. The Daunceys had what the English aristocracy call a minor branch, some people who moved to America in the eighteenth century and settled in Boston."
"They're lawyers and judges now," Cazalet said. "Very respectable. I know the family."
Quinn said, "Is there something I should know here?"
Blake passed another file across. "Rupert Dauncey--West Point, Parris Island."
"Another Marine, eh?"
"Yes, and a good soldier," Blake said. "He won a Silver Star in the Gulf, then served in Serbia and Bosnia. There was a suggestion he might have killed Serbs a tad harshly, but nothing came of it, and after a very nasty Muslim ambush, which he foiled, he received the Distinguished Service Medal. He was raised to a quick Captaincy--"
"Which led to a transfer to the Marine Embassy Guard in London," the President said.
"And I can guess what happened next," Quinn said. "Once in London, he introduced himself to the good Countess, is that it?"
"They hit it off immediately, and have been very close ever since," Blake said. "He's very good-looking, I gather, especially in his Marine dress uniform. All those medals. I believe, technically, that he's Kate Rashid's third cousin."
"Ah, well, that would make it legal."
"Well, no. To put it delicately, Rupert Dauncey is of a different persuasion," Blake told him.
"You mean he's gay?"
"I'm not sure. He's not into women, we know that. On the other hand, he doesn't cruise bars, and there's no indication of a boyfriend