“He saved my son. He saved me along with everyone I cared about. I owed him.”

“Okay. I can see that.” Knox clenched the top of the pen between his teeth.

“One more thing. Before Simpson left the building he called out something to Stone.”

“What was that?”

“He told him that he’d been the one to order the hit on Stone and his family when Stone was with Triple Six and Simpson was with CIA. His wife was killed and his daughter just disappeared during the hit. Stone got away and he’s been on the run ever since. They took everything he had, Knox. Everything.”

“Why would they want to torpedo one of their own?”

“He wanted out. He’d had enough. Only they didn’t want him to leave,” Finn said simply.

Knox settled down in a chair and peered out the window into his small front yard as he digested this. “Why are you telling me all this?”

“Two reasons. Owing to something that happened a long time ago involving Gray and Simpson, my family and I are bulletproof so far as the U.S. government is concerned. They’re not coming after us no matter what I say or don’t say.”

“Yeah, I got that impression. And the second reason?”

“I’ve still got contacts on the inside and I checked you out. I peg you as a good guy in a tough spot. You may need a lifeline more than anybody before this is all over.”

“I hope you’re wrong but I appreciate the assist.”

“Here’s another one. If you are trying to find Oliver Stone, I’m not going to wish you luck.”

“I can understand that.”

“It’s not just for the reason you think.”

“Come again?”

“That night at the Capitol Visitor Center he had a thirty-year-old sniper rifle and a shitty scope. There was a seasoned CIA paramilitary force on the other side loaded for bear with a six-to-one advantage over us. We walked out, they didn’t. I’ve never seen anything like it, Knox, and I was a SEAL who pulled time in just about every flame point there is in the world. Oliver Stone is the most stand-up guy you’ll ever meet. He’ll never let you down. He’s a man of his word and he’ll lay down his life for his friends without hesitation. But with a gun or knife in his hand the guy’s no longer human. He knows ways to kill people I’ve never even heard of. So if you do run into him the chances are pretty high that you won’t be the one walking away. Just thought you ought to know.”

Finn clicked off and Knox sat there looking out his window, his pen now making nonsensical doodles on the paper.