Addis unzipped the knapsack. Rudd moved her chair so she could gain a better view. The notebook was on top. The writing was neat and tight—the product of an organized mind—distinctive enough to determine if it belonged to Dunne. That lessened the odds someone was running a hoax. He skimmed the pages.

Action team formed. Deep cover. Outside CIA.
Terr. targets. Hong Kong, Germany, Mid East.
inc. assassination

An undercover government hit team? Addis wondered. Is that what Dunne’s notes meant?

Tangiers car blast.
3 dead/3 left; T. L.
Disbanded. No-trace pensions.
DCI/some in Cong. knew.

Addis remembered an explosion in Tangiers that had killed a dozen—or more?—civilians, including three American aid workers. Shit, the same event? Had these Americans been killed by … a U.S. operation?

Mattie to Raymond
One mting/Crystal City.
Man on TV in charge?/JG?

J. G.? Jake Grayton? Did Dunne suspect that Grayton had run this outfit? Had pulled together a small squad to assassinate suspected terrorists? Addis thought about the timing. The Tangiers blast had occurred during the administration of Hanover’s predecessor. Before Wenner was DCI. When Mumfries chaired the Senate intelligence committee. “3 left.” Who did that refer to? “Mattie” must be Matthew Levon Morrison, the man identified as Hanover’s killer. Was he part of this team? With Dawkins? That made two. Who or what was “T. L.”? Shit, think of a worse nightmare. A presidential assassin from a covert government hit squad. Had he taken his government-provided skills and used them against Hanover? … And why?

No wonder Grayton was freaked. Kelly, too. Fuck, had Mumfries been in on the creation of this god-damn off-the-books outfit? Signed off on an operation that eventually led to the murder of a President? This couldn’t be. No, it couldn’t. And who was the third? Where the hell was he?

A bad movie. A fucking bad movie. Who could believe such shit really happens? It sure gives the fuckers plenty of reason to kill. But why kill Hanover?

Addis looked up from the notebook.

“And the rest of the stuff was in the bag when you found it at Dawkins’s apartment?” Addis asked Starrell.

Starrell nodded. “We didn’t know what to look for. Just scoped around. Looked like evidence or somethin’. Took it and booked.”

“We?”

“Had two buds helping. Shit, I thought Dunne was deader than dick. So I ain’t goin’ to be walkin’ into no crook without backup.”

“That’s okay,” Addis said. “I just want to know who knows what.”

“Don’t worry about no others,” Starrell said.