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“We had some problems.” Cameron took a drink of his chilled vodka.
“How serious?”
Cameron rolled his eyes in an exaggerated gesture. “It could have been very serious, but I took care of things.”
“Details, please.” The senator placed one hand on the mantel.
“The Jansens screwed everything up. They missed Rapp. It appears he’s alive, and I presume he’s on his way back to the States.”
Clark looked confused and displeased. “I don’t understand. The message I received on Saturday said that everything had gone according to plan.”
“That’s what I thought. That’s what they told me when I met them at the airstrip in Germany, but they were wrong. I don’t know how Rapp survived, but he did.”
Clark was enraged that Rapp was still alive, but he wasn’t about to show it in front of Cameron. After taking a drink, he said, “The Jansens are a liability.”
“Not anymore. That’s where I’ve been the last few days. I grabbed Villaume and a few of his people and flew out to Colorado where the Jansens live…or I should say lived.”
The senator nodded. “Details, please.”
“It went very smoothly. I put a bullet in both their heads as they were leaving their house on Sunday morning. No witnesses. I went through the whole house and checked for anything that might link them to me and came up empty. It could be weeks before the cops suspect anything.”
“You took the shot?” the senator asked, a little surprised.
“Yes. It was a mess to clean up.” Cameron was very proud of himself.
“Did you collect their fee?”
Cameron had, in fact, retrieved the fifty thousand dollars in cash. He was hoping the senator wouldn’t bring it up, but there was no such luck. Hank Clark was not a man to lie to. “I got the money back.”
“Good. Use it to cover your other expenses, and pocket the rest.”
“Yes, sir.” Cameron couldn’t have been more pleased.
“What did you do with their bodies?”
“I took them straight from Colorado down to the island on the plane, then loaded them onto the boat, brought them out about ten miles, and fed them to the sharks.” Clark owned a compound on Williams Island in the Bahamas with its own lagoon and private marina.
“Did anyone see you on the island?”
“Yeah, but I had the bodies folded up in two large duffel bags. I made sure your caretaker wasn’t around when I loaded them onto the boat. I went out early this morning like I was going fishing. Came back five hours later with a few catch-and-release stories. No one was wise to what I’d done.”
“What about the pilots?”
“I loaded the cargo myself. They never saw it.”
Clark thought it over for a second. It appeared the Professor had cleaned up after himself. The question of Irene Kennedy and her still intact reputation remained, though, and possibly the more serious issue of Mitch Rapp on the loose.
“Any chance you could be tied to the Jansens by Kennedy or Rapp?”
Cameron shook his head. “No.”
“Peter, did you know that most c
riminals think they’ll never get caught, right up to the moment that they get caught?”
Cameron tried not to be offended by the word criminal. He knew the senator didn’t mean it in the common sense. “What would you like me to do, sir?”
“I’d like you to tie up this loose end. From everything I’ve heard, Mitch Rapp is not a man to be taken lightly. I would prefer it if he was out of the picture permanently.”