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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 247 из 267«I spent more than an hour today trying to track where those payments came from, and I came up with zip.»
«Should we let someone else take a crack at it?»
Dumond was offended by Rapp's question. «Listen, if I can't find out where that money came from, no one is going to.»
«I'm just asking.»
«His body was still warm when you arrived.» Kennedy looked at Rapp and Coleman. «Did you see anyone leaving the building?»
Coleman thought about it and said, «There was one woman entering the staircase when we got off the elevator.» He shrugged. «Didn't get much of a look at her.»
«Mitch?»
Rapp thought of the woman he'd seen. The more he replayed the scene, the more he believed it was Donatella Rahn. The way she moved and the way Peter Cameron had been killed both pointed to the Italian beauty. Rapp knew he couldn't tell Kennedy of his suspicions, at least not in front of the others. He owed too much to Donatella. He would have to arrange a trip to Italy and talk to her alone. No bosses, no official intelligence business, just two old lovers who owed each other their lives.
Rapp shook his head and looked at Kennedy. «I didn't see anything unusual.»
«Well, I've sent someone over to grab the security tapes. We'll have to sit down tomorrow and go over them.»
«Good thinking.» One of the reasons Rapp liked working for Kennedy was that she was so thorough. Cameron's sudden disappearance would eventually garner the attention of the police, and through some very simple detective work, they would discover that he had entered Funger Hall on the last day anyone had ever seen him but had never left. Not only was the killer probably on that tape, but so were Rapp and Coleman. They had been wearing hats and knew how to tilt their heads in such a way as to prevent the camera from getting a good shot of their faces, but still, they would prefer it if the authorities never had the chance to get that far.
«So where do we go from here?» asked Coleman.
«We all go home and get some sleep, and then we plow ahead in the morning.» Kennedy looked at Dumond, remembering there was one more thing she was supposed to take care of. «Marcus, Director Stansfield was wondering if you could create an offshore account in the name of Congressman Rudin and transfer the money from Cameron's account into it?»
Dumond rolled his eyes at the request. «Yeah, I can do it. No problem.» It was obvious that Dumond was less than enthused about the idea.
«What's wrong?»
«We've put in a lot of hours on this.» Dumond waved his arms around the table to include everyone.
«Should we let someone else take a crack at it?»
Dumond was offended by Rapp's question. «Listen, if I can't find out where that money came from, no one is going to.»
«I'm just asking.»
«His body was still warm when you arrived.» Kennedy looked at Rapp and Coleman. «Did you see anyone leaving the building?»
Coleman thought about it and said, «There was one woman entering the staircase when we got off the elevator.» He shrugged. «Didn't get much of a look at her.»
«Mitch?»
Rapp thought of the woman he'd seen. The more he replayed the scene, the more he believed it was Donatella Rahn. The way she moved and the way Peter Cameron had been killed both pointed to the Italian beauty. Rapp knew he couldn't tell Kennedy of his suspicions, at least not in front of the others. He owed too much to Donatella. He would have to arrange a trip to Italy and talk to her alone. No bosses, no official intelligence business, just two old lovers who owed each other their lives.
Rapp shook his head and looked at Kennedy. «I didn't see anything unusual.»
«Well, I've sent someone over to grab the security tapes. We'll have to sit down tomorrow and go over them.»
«Good thinking.» One of the reasons Rapp liked working for Kennedy was that she was so thorough. Cameron's sudden disappearance would eventually garner the attention of the police, and through some very simple detective work, they would discover that he had entered Funger Hall on the last day anyone had ever seen him but had never left. Not only was the killer probably on that tape, but so were Rapp and Coleman. They had been wearing hats and knew how to tilt their heads in such a way as to prevent the camera from getting a good shot of their faces, but still, they would prefer it if the authorities never had the chance to get that far.
«So where do we go from here?» asked Coleman.
«We all go home and get some sleep, and then we plow ahead in the morning.» Kennedy looked at Dumond, remembering there was one more thing she was supposed to take care of. «Marcus, Director Stansfield was wondering if you could create an offshore account in the name of Congressman Rudin and transfer the money from Cameron's account into it?»
Dumond rolled his eyes at the request. «Yeah, I can do it. No problem.» It was obvious that Dumond was less than enthused about the idea.
«What's wrong?»
«We've put in a lot of hours on this.» Dumond waved his arms around the table to include everyone.