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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 77 из 267The reality was that he was already involved, and it wasnot by his or his wife's choice. It was Mitch Rapp who had sent the e-mail and asked for help. They deserved a few answers. O'Rourke needed to know what he was now involved in, and if Anna wasn't willing to give the answers, he would go elsewhere.
O'Rourke stood and walked toward the foyer. The rain was coming down in sheets. Looking back at his wife and Rielly, he said, «Anna, I need you to answer some questions.» Choosing his next words carefully, he added, «And I need you to answer them truthfully.»
Liz O'Rourke looked up at her husband with a scowl on her face. «Michael, I think your questions can wait.»
They were going to have it out, and at this point Michael didn't care. It would be his Irish temper against her Italian temper. It had happened before, and it would happen again. They never got physical, and they always made up. Until today, the last five months had been a constant stream of «yes, dears.» This, Michael knew, was because of his wife's anointed state of pregnancy. For the most part, Liz ran the show. She was a tough-minded woman, and this, among a long list of things, was why he had married her. But just as she had her strengths, he had his, too. And he feared they were in an area where he had significantly more experience than his wife.
«Do you remember,» Michael said in a stem voice, «what happened right here in this house not so long ago?» Michael pointed at the floor. «You went to the store, and when you came back, I was gone.»
Liz O'Rourke's big brown eyes looked up at her husband, and she swallowed hard. The memory was more like a nightmare. Thanks to Michael's grandfather and Scott Coleman, her husband had come within inches of losing his life. On the night in question, Michael had been abducted from this very house and taken to the home of one of the most powerful men in Washington. He had been brutally beaten and interrogated, and if it hadn't been for the quick actions of CIA DirectorThomas Stansfield, Michael wouldn't be standing here right now.
«Liz.» Michael lowered his voice. «We have been dragged into this through no fault of our own. A certain dark chapter in our past has been dredged up and dangled in front of our faces.» He slowly shook his head. «And I honestly don't know if Scott Coleman's name was mentioned as a threat or merely an honest suggestion, but I need some answers. Can you understand that?»
Liz looked apprehensive, but she nodded. Michael walked over to the chair and sat.
O'Rourke stood and walked toward the foyer. The rain was coming down in sheets. Looking back at his wife and Rielly, he said, «Anna, I need you to answer some questions.» Choosing his next words carefully, he added, «And I need you to answer them truthfully.»
Liz O'Rourke looked up at her husband with a scowl on her face. «Michael, I think your questions can wait.»
They were going to have it out, and at this point Michael didn't care. It would be his Irish temper against her Italian temper. It had happened before, and it would happen again. They never got physical, and they always made up. Until today, the last five months had been a constant stream of «yes, dears.» This, Michael knew, was because of his wife's anointed state of pregnancy. For the most part, Liz ran the show. She was a tough-minded woman, and this, among a long list of things, was why he had married her. But just as she had her strengths, he had his, too. And he feared they were in an area where he had significantly more experience than his wife.
«Do you remember,» Michael said in a stem voice, «what happened right here in this house not so long ago?» Michael pointed at the floor. «You went to the store, and when you came back, I was gone.»
Liz O'Rourke's big brown eyes looked up at her husband, and she swallowed hard. The memory was more like a nightmare. Thanks to Michael's grandfather and Scott Coleman, her husband had come within inches of losing his life. On the night in question, Michael had been abducted from this very house and taken to the home of one of the most powerful men in Washington. He had been brutally beaten and interrogated, and if it hadn't been for the quick actions of CIA DirectorThomas Stansfield, Michael wouldn't be standing here right now.
«Liz.» Michael lowered his voice. «We have been dragged into this through no fault of our own. A certain dark chapter in our past has been dredged up and dangled in front of our faces.» He slowly shook his head. «And I honestly don't know if Scott Coleman's name was mentioned as a threat or merely an honest suggestion, but I need some answers. Can you understand that?»
Liz looked apprehensive, but she nodded. Michael walked over to the chair and sat.