“All right. Tell me about Mike Kingman. We’re alone, there’s no one to tell you what not to say. I want you to tell me why you think he hasn’t called you or the CIA.”

“I don’t know, unless he can’t. Look, I know you think someone in the chain of command might have betrayed our mission, and you think it might have been Mike, and that’s why he disappeared with the flash drive. I’m sure some people in the CIA are thinking that as well. That flash drive Hashem Jahandar brought out could have named names that could bring down some powerful people. I don’t know who these people are, but I am positive Mike wouldn’t be part of that, he wouldn’t.”

“All right, I’ll accept that, but Mike has that flash drive, and he’s missing. If you’re right, the information on that flash drive is worth killing to keep hidden. It could be anything from details of Iranian military capabilities and plans, their weapons development, illicit trade, and as you said, the names of those involved. An Iranian national was part of the team that attacked you. Maybe they hoped you could lead them to Mike, or they thought you might know too much. Do you know of any particular friend who might have helped Mike stay out of sight in or around Washington? Anyone who owns property?”

Olivia shook her head. “There’s his condo, of course, but I don’t know about any of the properties his friends might own. I’ve sent you a list of everyone I’ve called, most in the CIA, some not, but they said they don’t know where he is and they haven’t heard from him.” She’d laid her half-eaten cookie on a napkin beside her, sat forward toward him, her hands clasped. “Please tell me you’ve found something.”

Savich said, “The name of the man you killed Monday night is Razhan, an Iranian security agent who did wet work for them. He’s worked globally for fifteen years. The fact you shot him and not vice versa is amazing.”

Olivia chewed that over. “If you could find him, then the CIA found him too.” She paused. “But why wouldn’t they tell me?”

“Actually, I called Mr. Lodner, gave him Razhan’s name. He wasn’t happy, said of course he knew of Razhan and was on the point of calling me and giving me the information. Then he wanted to know how I’d found out so quickly.”

“You embarrassed him.” She grinned, quickly quashed it. “I wish I could have heard you. I imagine Mr. Lodner never believed you’d find diddly-squat. How did you find out it was this Razhan?”