Day of Wrath
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“Hell, she may even get a medal for it,” Thorn said, smiling broadly.
“The Bureau’s higher-ups are practically kissing her feet.
After all, she got rid of the highest-ranking traitor the FBI’s ever found in its own ranks. Mcdowell alive and going to trial for treason would have been acutely embarrassing. Mcdowell dead is a story that will soon blow over especially with all the other stuff that’s swirling around out there right now.”
“Uh-huh.” Farrell folded his hands together over his stomach and rocked back in his chair. “Pretty slick, Pete. But it won’t wash.”
Damn. Thorn kept his face immobile. “What won’t wash?”
“Trying to lure me off the subject.” Farrell leaned forward.
“Which is, what’s going on between you and Helen personally?”
Thorn hurriedly checked his watch. “Sorry, gotta run, Sam. I’m late for another skull session over at Langley.”
“Pete!” Farrell said in mock desperation. “You’ve got to give me something. Helen’s not talking to Louisa either. And if I don’t get some news out of you, I’m liable to be eating Burger King tonight instead of that fat juicy steak I’ve been promised!”
Thorn relented slightly. Farrell did have a right to know part of what was going on. “Okay, Sam. The truth is that Helen and I have both scheduled some leave together in a couple of weeks. We’ve got some serious things to discuss.”
JULY 21
In the Rocky Mountains, Colorado Peter Thorn turned and helped Helen up over an outcropping of rock and onto a wide, open ledge. He waited until she’d shrugged off her backpack before asking, “Well, what do you think?”
She turned to face the view and caught her breath. “My God, Peter.
It’s beautiful. Absolutely stunning.”
Thorn nodded. They were several thousand feet up the side of a mountain high on an isolated spur overlooking a green, forestcovered valley. “My dad and I used to climb up here when I was just a kid.”
Oddly enough, mentioning his father didn’t hurt as much as it once would have: His dad’s death had hit him hard three years before-especially since his mother had abandoned them both when he was just a teenager. When his father had finally lost his battle against cancer, Thorn had been left all alone in the world — until he met Helen.
She smiled at him. “So this is a special place?”
“A very special place,” Thorn confirmed: He saw her take a deep breath.
Now. The time is now, Thorn told himself. All the doubts that had always lingered somewhere far in the back of his mind withered and vanished — replace by a rock-solid certainty. He slipped his hand into his pocket, brought out a small case, and dropped to one knee.
Helen looked down at him, her eyes open wide in surprise and wonder.
“Peter? What on earth are you doing?”
“I’m proposing,” he said simply, opening the case to show her the diamond ring inside. “Will you marry me, Helen?”
“But what about the Army …” she started to say.
Thorn shook his head. They’d gone over this ground a dozen times before. Helen had often worried that they would be torn apart by the demands of their respective careers. But now he had an answer for that. “I’m leaving the Army. I signed the papers last week. As of December 1, I plan to hang up my uniform for good.”
“Oh, Peter,” she whispered. “You love being a soldier.” Thorn nodded simply. “Yes, I do.” Then he took her hand.
“But I love you more, Helen. I love you with all my heart and soul.
And I want to spend the rest of my life with you — wherever you go, and whatever you do.”
He meant every word, he realized suddenly. He knew he would miss the Army — the camaraderie, the pride, the traditions, all the emotions bound up in the time-honored phrase “Duty, Honor, Country” that had been drummed into him first as a boy and then as a young man. But the turmoil and heartache of the last few weeks had forced him to confront a deeper and even more basic truth: Helen was more important to him than anything and anyone else in the world. And he was prepared to sacrifice everything to win her heart and to stand by her side.
Still kneeling beneath a cloudless blue sky, Thorn looked up into her bright, tear-filled eyes, waiting for the answer that would change his life forever.
AUGUST 20
World News Roundup “Dateline — Riyadh, Saudi Arabia:
“Ibrahim al Saud, once a scion of this desert kingdom’s vast ruling family, was put to death this afternoon. He was beheaded in a public square outside the Saudi Ministry of Justice — after a trial that reportedly lasted twenty-five minutes.”
“The execution came as a surprise to many observers here who had not even known that Ibrahim had been secretly returned to Saudi Arabia — apparently as part of high-level bargaining between the American and Saudi governments.”
“Before his public execution, Ibrahim was stripped of all princely honors and titles, and his remaining assets were declared forfeit to the Saudi crown. However, financial experts doubt those assets will yield any significant sum. Caraco’s stock price has plummeted ever since the corporation’s involvement in illegal nuclear arms smuggling became public knowledge. And its share price fell another fifteen percent yesterday on rumors that several governments plan to strip Caraco of its right to do business within their borders.
“In other related developments, the Russian government today reiterated its demand that all nineteen of the TN1000 tactical nuclear weapons currently in U.S. hands be returned immediately. At a press conference in Moscow, Kremlin spokesman Anatoly Perotkin claimed, “These weapons are stolen state property. Therefore, we call on the American government to hand them back promptly and without any special conditions.”
“The U.S. State Department had no immediate comment …”
SEPTEMBER 4
Joint House and Senate Committee Hearing
The first full session of the special congressional committee investigating the administration’s conduct during what had become known as “The June Bomb Plot” drew an overflow crowd.
Staffers, journalists, and curious members of the general public occupied practically every square inch of the large committee room and much of the nearby hall space — all eagerly awaiting the testimony many believed would blow the lid off a massive case of private and political corruption. Several members of the administration, the White House Chief of Staff and the Attorney General among them, were already gone — driven out of office in disgrace following revelations of their witting and unwitting involvement in Ibrahim’s machinations.
“ … I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God.” Helen finished the oath, lowered her right hand, and sat down beside Peter Thorn — resplendent in the dress uniform he was still entitled to wear.
He smiled at her, squeezed her hand under the table, and then forced a suitably solemn expression as the committee chairman began asking his opening question.
“Now, Deputy Assistant Director Gray, I understand—”
Helen leaned forward abruptly. “Excuse me, Mr. Chairman, I feel compelled to correct the record.” The television camera lights gleamed on a diamond ring and gold band on her left hand. “Actually, it’s Deputy Assistant Director Thorn now.”
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