Midnight Sun (107 page)

“To be honest
,
sir,” Andy said, his voice lowering with uncertainty, “it s
ounds
more
like
a
threat
to
me.
I
recently
heard
some
scuttlebutt
about
a
CIA
operative
who
fits
his
description
whose wife was
killed
in
a
botched
drone
attack.
”

“Damn,” Hogan
muttered,
leaning back in his
chair, the
springs underneath gave out a
long
squeak. “It will not be good for us if he is on the rampage.”

Andy's eyes went wide as his imagination ran back to the bloody scene from Ohio
.
“He seemed pretty crazy the one time I saw him.”

“
Yeah.
”
Paul
nodded.
“
He
always
has
been.
Work
on
it.
I
’
ll
contact
Hilde
and
let
her
know
what
you've
shown
me.
”

Chapter
24

Captain
Cook
Hotel

8:37
a.m.
Alaska
Time

Marcus's
phone
vibrated
with a
loud
rumble
against the wood of the nightstand
.
He
rose
from
the
hotel
room
bed
and
slid
it
out
of
the
leather
holster,
pressing
the
answer
button
and
lifting
it
to
his
ear.

“
Yeah
,
” He said, sleep still in his voice.

“
Marcus,
”
Hilde
’
s
voice
said
,
“
we
just
got
a
warrant
for
Farrah
’
s
place.
”

“
Excellent
.
”
H
e
glanced
at
Lonnie
and
gave
a
nod
.
“
Where
are
you?
”

“
FBI
office
right
now,
but
we
’re
headed
out
immediately.
”

“
I
’m
at
the
hotel
with
Lonnie.
I
’
ll
meet
you
at
the
house.
”

“
I
’
ll
let
the
agents
know
you
’re
coming.
”

Marcus
disconnected
the
phone
call.
Lonnie
sat
up
on
the
edge
of
the
hotel
room
bed.
Her
swollen
joints
felt
as
though
they
had
rusted
overnight.
In
the
twenty
-
some
hours
since
Brassert
’
s
attack
,
her
bruised
muscles
and
joints
had grown increasingly
achy
,
as
if
she
had
done
a
heavy
workout
after
taking
a
long
break.
That
discomfort
was
,
of
course
,
heaped
on
top
of
her
stiff
back
and
round
belly
. And there was no relief in sight, the pain
the
doctor
had
said
she
could
not
take
any
kind
of
pain
medication
or
anti-inflammatory
as
it
would
be
likely
to
endanger
the
child.

“
I
am
so
sick
of
being
pregnant,
”
s
he
declared.

“
It
’
ll
all
be
over
soon
honey
.
”
Marcus
said.
“
And
you
’
ll
be
holding
the
little
one
on
the
outside
instead
of
the
inside.
”

Her
face
reddened
with
the
strain
as
she
rose
from
the
bed.
She
let
out
a
puff
of
breath
once
she
was
upright.
She
scratched
at
the
wound
across
the
front
of
her
throat.
The
ER
doctor
had
sprayed
it
with
Liquid
Stitches
,
a
hypoallergenic
adhesive
that
bound
the
skin
together
for
healing.
With
a
little
makeup
it
was
almost
invisible,
a
lot
better
than
real
stitches.