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Chapters (88)
  1. Titles by Mark Greaney
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. CONTENTS
  7. Epigraph
  8. CHARACTERS
  9. PROLOGUE
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  11. 2
  12. 3
  13. 4
  14. 5
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  88. EPILOGUE

Court stared at Max. “The Serbs?”

“That’s what Denny said.”

“Then Denny is a goddamned liar. When I worked for the U.S. government I never took a cent from anyone other than the U.S. government.”

Ohlhauser shrugged. “I guess Denny is the man you need to see.”

Court’s jaw flexed. “Don’t worry. I’ll be seeing Denny.” Court took his eyes off the other passengers in the car now, just as it began to slow before the next station, and he looked at the man in the red bow tie. He got the impression the man wanted to say something, but was holding back. “What is it?”

“You say you did what you thought was right on BACK BLAST. If that’s true, then the shoot on sight wasn’t justified. But I did what I thought was right when I signed the shoot on sight, so you kidnapping me or . . . or worse. That’s not any more justified.”

“Spoken like a lawyer facing an armed man.”

Ohlhauser shook his head. “Maybe you killed the wrong guy. Maybe by me signing that paper, I signed the death warrant for the wrong guy.” He heaved his shoulders. “I’m truly sorry if I acted with bad information, but I did not act in bad faith. I did what Denny asked me to do. That is all.”

“You were a rubber stamp for Denny Carmichael.”

Max leaned forward. “You’re damn right I was. And you were the tip of Denny’s spear. We’re the same, you and me.”

Court just switched gears. He didn’t want to hear anything more about Denny Carmichael and Operation BACK BLAST. He said, “This new iteration of the Autonomous Asset Program. Where is it located?”

Ohlhauser answered immediately. “How would I know that? I am out of the Agency, and even when I was in the Agency, I wasn’t operational side.”

“Did they move it? It used to be in a compound at Harvey Point.”

“I’m telling you, Violator. I don’t have a clue.”

The train stopped at the Dupont Circle station. Court fought his anger and frustration at reaching another dead end, and he stood quickly. He just wanted to get back to his room, to regroup, and to come up with some other options.

He pulled Ohlhauser to his feet, turned him around, then pushed him towards the door.