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“Basically, nowhere. We know it was some kind of worm, but Marcus can’t figure out how it was introduced or under whose credentials. What we do know, though, is that the mole’s interests were pretty specific. They wanted to know about Nicholas Ward and not much else. Can I assume that the fact that you were in Saudi Arabia suggests you’re further along than we are?”

He nodded.

“Did you kill Bashir Isa?”

“No.”

“What about the other two?”

“Yeah. Those are mine.”

Nash let out a long breath. “That’s not exactly what I wanted to hear.”

“Why not?”

“Because the top of the president’s head is blowing off, Mitch. What I needed was to go back and tell him you didn’t have anything to do with this. And the truth is, that ain’t nothin’. Irene still hasn’t told him about the mole or the fact that Ward and Chism are alive. When he finds out she’s been holding out on him, it’s not going to just be his head that’s exploding, it’s going to be everything inside the beltway.”

“It looks like the Saudis wanted David Chism dead and they put Gideon Auma up to that first attack. When it didn’t work, they accessed our mainframe to get information on Ward and passed it on to Auma with a detailed plan on how to get to him.”

“Can you prove any of that?”

“I’m working on it.”

“Working on it? Are you fucking kidding me? Irene’s going to be lucky to still have a job by the end of the week. We need to do more than work on it. We need the Saudis dead to rights. The only thing that’s going to appease the Cooks at this point is if you give them the Kingdom on a silver platter.”

“It all comes down to finding the mole.”

“And where are you with that?” Nash said, feeling the sweat break under his hairline. He’d taken every precaution to remain hidden, but no cover was perfect.

“I managed to get a hold of Isa’s burner phone and the one used by the man the Saudis had dealing directly with Auma.”

Nash glanced over at Rapp’s silhouette in the dashboard light. “How does that help us? I assume they were using strict protocols and only communicating with other burners?”

“Yeah, but that might not be as secure as we thought. I handed the phone off to Ward’s people. They think they might be able to put names to the people called from it.”

“Bullshit.”

“That’s what I said. But I have to admit he talks a pretty good game.”