The Book of Fate - Brad Meltzer [173]
“When’d you find the puzzle?” Boyle added, still trying to get Rogo’s attention.
Rogo glanced his way, smelling the opening. Until he could get to Wes, he might as well get some answers. “Does that mean you’re gonna tell me what’s in it?” Rogo asked.
Boyle ignored the question like he didn’t even hear it.
“No—don’t do that,” Rogo warned. “Don’t just— If you can help Wes—if you know what’s in the puzzle—”
“I don’t know anything.”
“That’s not true. You went to Malaysia for a reason.”
“Loeb, you there?” the guard said into his radio.
“C’mon, Boyle—I heard Wes talk about you. We know you tried to do the right thing.”
Boyle watched the guard, who shook his head.
“Please,” Rogo pleaded. “Wes is out there thinking he’s meeting you.”
Boyle still didn’t react.
“Someone lured him out there,” Rogo added. “If you know something and you keep it to yourself, you’re just letting him take your place.”
Still nothing.
“Forget it,” Dreidel said. “He’s not—”
“Where’d he find it?” Boyle blurted.
“Find what?” Rogo asked.
“The note. You said Wes found a note. For the graveyard.”
“Boyle . . .” the guard warned.
“On his car,” Rogo sputtered. “Outside Manning’s house.”
“Since when?” Dreidel asked. “You never said that. They never said that,” he added to Boyle.
Boyle shook his head. “And Wes just assumed it was—? I thought you said you unlocked the crossword.”
“We unlocked the names—all the initials,” Rogo said. “Manning, Albright, Rosenman, Dreidel . . .”
“These . . . with Jefferson’s old cryptogram,” Boyle said as he pulled a worn, folded-up sheet from his pocket. Furiously unfolding it, he revealed the crossword and its hidden code, plus his own handwritten notes drawn in.
“That’s the one,” Rogo said. “But aside from telling us that the President trusted Dreidel, we couldn’t—”
“Whoa, whoa, time out,” Boyle interrupted. “What’re you talking about?”
“Boyle, you know the rules on clearance!” the guard shouted.
“Will you stop worrying about clearance?” Boyle barked back. “Tell Loeb he can blame it on me.” Turning back to Rogo, he added, “And what made you think Dreidel was trustworthy?”
“You’re saying I’m not?” Dreidel challenged.
“The four dots,” Rogo explained as he pointed at the four dots. “Since the President and Dreidel are both ranked with four dots, we figured that was the inner circle of who he trusted.”
Boyle went quiet again.
“That’s not the inner circle?” Rogo asked.
“This is the inner circle,” Boyle said, pointing to the 0 next to Manning’s chief of staff, the man he used to do the puzzles with.
“So what’re the four dots?” Rogo asked, still lost.
“Boyle, that’s enough,” the guard warned.
“This has nothing to do with clearance!” Boyle challenged.
“Those four dots are good,” Dreidel insisted. “Manning trusted me with everything!”
“Just tell me what the four dots were,” Rogo demanded in a low voice.
Boyle glared at Dreidel, then back to Rogo. “The four dots were Jefferson’s shorthand for soldiers without any political creed—the opportunists who would give up anything for their own advancement. For us, it was meant to describe who Manning and Albright thought were leaking to the press. But when The Three found a copy and deciphered it, that’s how they knew who to pick for their fourth.”
“I’m not The Fourth!” Dreidel insisted.
“I never said you were,” Boyle agreed.
Rogo glanced down at Manning’s old crossword, studying the two names with the four dots.
None of it made sense. Wes swore that the handwriting—that all the rankings—were Manning’s. But if that’s true . . . “Why would the President give himself such a low ranking?”
“That’s the point. He wouldn’t,” Boyle said.
“But on the crossword . . . you said the four dots—”
Boyle raked his bottom teeth across his top lip. “Rogo, forget your biases. The Three wanted someone close to every major decision, and most important, someone who could affect those decisions—that’s why they first picked me instead of Dreidel.”
“Boyle, that’s enough! I’m serious!” the guard shouted. But Boyle didn’t care. After eight