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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 228 из 267Cameron was a valuable tool. Too valuable to waste unless it was absolutely necessary.
PETER CAMERON PARKED his car and headed straight into the study. He didn't need any coffee. He was already edgy enough without it. The thought of the ensuing conversation with Senator Clark had his stomach acid acting up. Cameron felt the senator was a fair man, though. He took care of people who were loyal to him, and Cameron had been extremely loyal.
Cameron approached the fireplace and studied the beautifu11886 Winchester. 45-70 lever-action rifle. It was perfect. A weapon years ahead of its time. A magnificent piece of craftsmanship. He had secretly hoped that the senator would be so pleased with his recent work that he would give Cameron the rifle as a gift. That no longer seemed to be a possibility. It was almost twenty minutes before Senator Clark came down. He was dressed in an expensive suit and carried a cup of coffee. Clark crossed the room to his desk and set the mug down. Remaining on his feet, he said, «Peter, you shaved your beard. It looks much better.»
«Thank you, sir.» Cameron did not know what to say.
«You look ten pounds lighter already.»
«Thank you.» Cameron reluctantly crossed the large study and stood across from Clark.
Clark was about to sit, and then he noticed the less than confident expression on Cameron's face. «Please, sit. Can I get you anything to drink?»
«No, thank you.» Cameron reluctantly sat in one of the two end chairs.
The senator slowly eased into his plush leather desk chair and looked over the top of his mug. He could see it in Cameron's slouched shoulders: things had not gone as planned. «I trust Rapp and his girlfriend have been dealt with?»
«Ah…» Cameron searched for the most delicate way to put it. «Things didn't go so well.»
«Really?»
«Yes. In fact, I fear Rapp may have grabbed the upper hand.»
Clark did not like what he was hearing. Setting his mug down, he said, «Tell me what happened.»
«I left Rapp's house after midnight to head back into the city. I needed to get a few things set up for the rendezvous this morning. When I left, everything was fine.» Cameron desperately wanted to stress this point. «Rielly was convinced that we were legit. Before leaving my place Ito head back out to Rapp's, I called Duser to see how things were going… and…» Cameron started to fidget. «That's when things started to go bad.»
«How so?»
«I'm not exactly sure. While I was talking to Duser, there was a bit of commotion, and then the line went dead.
PETER CAMERON PARKED his car and headed straight into the study. He didn't need any coffee. He was already edgy enough without it. The thought of the ensuing conversation with Senator Clark had his stomach acid acting up. Cameron felt the senator was a fair man, though. He took care of people who were loyal to him, and Cameron had been extremely loyal.
Cameron approached the fireplace and studied the beautifu11886 Winchester. 45-70 lever-action rifle. It was perfect. A weapon years ahead of its time. A magnificent piece of craftsmanship. He had secretly hoped that the senator would be so pleased with his recent work that he would give Cameron the rifle as a gift. That no longer seemed to be a possibility. It was almost twenty minutes before Senator Clark came down. He was dressed in an expensive suit and carried a cup of coffee. Clark crossed the room to his desk and set the mug down. Remaining on his feet, he said, «Peter, you shaved your beard. It looks much better.»
«Thank you, sir.» Cameron did not know what to say.
«You look ten pounds lighter already.»
«Thank you.» Cameron reluctantly crossed the large study and stood across from Clark.
Clark was about to sit, and then he noticed the less than confident expression on Cameron's face. «Please, sit. Can I get you anything to drink?»
«No, thank you.» Cameron reluctantly sat in one of the two end chairs.
The senator slowly eased into his plush leather desk chair and looked over the top of his mug. He could see it in Cameron's slouched shoulders: things had not gone as planned. «I trust Rapp and his girlfriend have been dealt with?»
«Ah…» Cameron searched for the most delicate way to put it. «Things didn't go so well.»
«Really?»
«Yes. In fact, I fear Rapp may have grabbed the upper hand.»
Clark did not like what he was hearing. Setting his mug down, he said, «Tell me what happened.»
«I left Rapp's house after midnight to head back into the city. I needed to get a few things set up for the rendezvous this morning. When I left, everything was fine.» Cameron desperately wanted to stress this point. «Rielly was convinced that we were legit. Before leaving my place Ito head back out to Rapp's, I called Duser to see how things were going… and…» Cameron started to fidget. «That's when things started to go bad.»
«How so?»
«I'm not exactly sure. While I was talking to Duser, there was a bit of commotion, and then the line went dead.