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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 198 из 267He was expecting something along this line, but he didn't expect to hearit in such a blunt way. After he had rebounded from Rapp's confession, something fell into place for O'Rourke. «Is that! how you met Anna? During the hostage crisis?»
«Yep.»
«Were you involved in the takedown?»
«Yep.»
Coleman laughed. «Shit, he was the takedown.»
«What do you mean?» asked O'Rourke.
«He means we'll have to tell you that story a different time.» Rapp looked at Coleman and shook his head. Then, standing, he approached O'Rourke and stuck out his hand. «Michael, I'm sorry about all of this. Maybe someday after you leave office, I can tell you more, but until then, I'm sorry.»
O'Rourke took his hand and looked into Rapp's eyes, not sure what to make of the whole thing. «I'd like that.»
«Just remember we're on the same team.»
«Yeah.»
Coleman looked at his watch and said, «Hurry up and kiss your girlfriend. We have to get back to the ranch and check on the boys.»
Rapp grinned with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. «Where's Anna, upstairs?»
«No.» O'Rourke shook his head. «She called just after eight and told Liz she was going to meet you. I thought that was why you were here. I thought she made you come over.»
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Peter Cameron flew down Maryland Highway 214 in his silver metallic Lexus coupe with Rimsky- Korsakov's Scheherazade blaring out of the car's seven speakers. He had bought the car under one of his assumed names. Cameron was in the process of disobeying Senator Clark's orders. He simply could not resist going to the house. It was too tempting. The home of Mitch Rapp. He had to see what it was like. He had to be involved in the hit. Senator Clark would not be happy, but if Cameron was careful, his boss would never know. He had called ahead and warned Duser of his arrival. The last thing he needed right now was the former Marine or one of his trigger-happy cronies shooting him by mistake. That was the other reason he needed to visit the house. If this plan was going to work, he couldn't have those clowns showering the target with bullets.
As Cameron turned off of 214, he looked at his mobile phone and wondered when Rapp would call again. Rapp had called every hour since they had talked this afternoon, and he had intentionally neglected to answer the phone. The last call had been around nine P.M., almost two hours ago. Cameron hadn't thought of this, but if Rapp didn't call back, they would have a problem. He decided not to worry about it. Rapp would call him again. If not tonight, he would do it in the morning.
«Yep.»
«Were you involved in the takedown?»
«Yep.»
Coleman laughed. «Shit, he was the takedown.»
«What do you mean?» asked O'Rourke.
«He means we'll have to tell you that story a different time.» Rapp looked at Coleman and shook his head. Then, standing, he approached O'Rourke and stuck out his hand. «Michael, I'm sorry about all of this. Maybe someday after you leave office, I can tell you more, but until then, I'm sorry.»
O'Rourke took his hand and looked into Rapp's eyes, not sure what to make of the whole thing. «I'd like that.»
«Just remember we're on the same team.»
«Yeah.»
Coleman looked at his watch and said, «Hurry up and kiss your girlfriend. We have to get back to the ranch and check on the boys.»
Rapp grinned with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. «Where's Anna, upstairs?»
«No.» O'Rourke shook his head. «She called just after eight and told Liz she was going to meet you. I thought that was why you were here. I thought she made you come over.»
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Peter Cameron flew down Maryland Highway 214 in his silver metallic Lexus coupe with Rimsky- Korsakov's Scheherazade blaring out of the car's seven speakers. He had bought the car under one of his assumed names. Cameron was in the process of disobeying Senator Clark's orders. He simply could not resist going to the house. It was too tempting. The home of Mitch Rapp. He had to see what it was like. He had to be involved in the hit. Senator Clark would not be happy, but if Cameron was careful, his boss would never know. He had called ahead and warned Duser of his arrival. The last thing he needed right now was the former Marine or one of his trigger-happy cronies shooting him by mistake. That was the other reason he needed to visit the house. If this plan was going to work, he couldn't have those clowns showering the target with bullets.
As Cameron turned off of 214, he looked at his mobile phone and wondered when Rapp would call again. Rapp had called every hour since they had talked this afternoon, and he had intentionally neglected to answer the phone. The last call had been around nine P.M., almost two hours ago. Cameron hadn't thought of this, but if Rapp didn't call back, they would have a problem. He decided not to worry about it. Rapp would call him again. If not tonight, he would do it in the morning.