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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 192 из 267» The man posing as a federal agentended the call and put the phone away. After they took care of this reporter, and whoever her boyfriend was, he would have to convince the Professor to let him go after Gus Villaume again. Jeff Duser looked out at the blackness on the other side of the deck railing and thought about how profitable things had gotten since they started working for the Professor. He decided he would kill Villaume for free. It would be fun.
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Peter Cameron was sitting on the long brown leather couch in Senator Clark's study. He closed his flip phone and set it on the coffee table in front of him. With a huge grin spreading across his bearded face, he leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. «They have Rielly, and she suspects nothing.»
Clark took a moment to look up and acknowledge Cameron. The senator was sitting at his desk, wearing his reading glasses and a pair of latex gloves. Resting on the surface before him was Anna Rielly's journal. A few days ago, Clark had begun to wonder if divine intervention were responsible for allowing Rapp to escape his executioner in Germany. Now things were falling into place more perfectly than he ever could have dreamed. Far better even than his original plan.
«Are they at Rapp's house?»
«Yes, and she's going to let them in just like you thought.»
«Good.»
«Are you going to tell me the rest of your plan?»
Clark closed the journal and placed it back in the bag. He took off the gloves and set them on his desk. With drink in hand, he walked over and sat in the leather chair across from Cameron. «What does Mitch Rapp want more than anything in the world right now?»
«Anna Rielly.»
«Wrong. He doesn't know we have her yet.»
Cameron thought about the question and shook his head. «I don't know.»
Clark pointed at the Professor with his drink. «He wants you, Peter.»
Cameron licked his lips. «So what's your plan?»
«It's simple. You are both the bait and the trap. Rapp wants to meet you, right?»
«Yeah, but that's because he wants to get to you.»
«That's what he said, but believe me, he wants to kill you as bad as or worse than me.»
«That's only because he doesn't know who you are. If he knew it was you… Senator… the chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee…» Cameron rolled his eyes. «You'd be at the top of his list.»
«He's never going to find out that I am behind all of this, is he, Peter?»
«No… no, sir, he isn't.
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Peter Cameron was sitting on the long brown leather couch in Senator Clark's study. He closed his flip phone and set it on the coffee table in front of him. With a huge grin spreading across his bearded face, he leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. «They have Rielly, and she suspects nothing.»
Clark took a moment to look up and acknowledge Cameron. The senator was sitting at his desk, wearing his reading glasses and a pair of latex gloves. Resting on the surface before him was Anna Rielly's journal. A few days ago, Clark had begun to wonder if divine intervention were responsible for allowing Rapp to escape his executioner in Germany. Now things were falling into place more perfectly than he ever could have dreamed. Far better even than his original plan.
«Are they at Rapp's house?»
«Yes, and she's going to let them in just like you thought.»
«Good.»
«Are you going to tell me the rest of your plan?»
Clark closed the journal and placed it back in the bag. He took off the gloves and set them on his desk. With drink in hand, he walked over and sat in the leather chair across from Cameron. «What does Mitch Rapp want more than anything in the world right now?»
«Anna Rielly.»
«Wrong. He doesn't know we have her yet.»
Cameron thought about the question and shook his head. «I don't know.»
Clark pointed at the Professor with his drink. «He wants you, Peter.»
Cameron licked his lips. «So what's your plan?»
«It's simple. You are both the bait and the trap. Rapp wants to meet you, right?»
«Yeah, but that's because he wants to get to you.»
«That's what he said, but believe me, he wants to kill you as bad as or worse than me.»
«That's only because he doesn't know who you are. If he knew it was you… Senator… the chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee…» Cameron rolled his eyes. «You'd be at the top of his list.»
«He's never going to find out that I am behind all of this, is he, Peter?»
«No… no, sir, he isn't.