9:45 A.M.
“For God's sake, everything's going to hell, Betworth.” Shepard's voice was panic-stricken. “I just got a call from Andreas at Camp David telling me to stay where I am. There's been an anthrax packet found in the Rose Garden. They've called in the CDC to make a search of the White House. They'll find it, dammit.”
“Keep calm.” He wasn't calm. His mind was flying in a hundred different directions. A search for anthrax? It was too damn convenient. “Was there any note claiming responsibility?”
“Hamas.”
“Hang up. I'm calling to check.”
“You don't have to check. It's all over CNN. I'm watching it right now. Set off the damn bomb before they find it.”
“Listen, keep cool. We can handle this.”
“This is your fault. I knew it would get out of control.”
“All you knew was that you were scared to death to take care of Andreas up close and personal. Well, I fixed it for you. I made you a big man and now you've got to hang tough. Let me talk to Danley.” When Danley was put on the phone, Betworth asked, “What do you know about this?”
“I called Jurgens as soon as I heard about it. He says it seems to be a legitimate anthrax scare. The CDC preliminary report confirms anthrax.”
“It's too pat.”
“Then why would Andreas call Shepard? Oh, who the hell knows? Maybe—shit!”
“What's wrong?”
“CNN . . . There was a big-ass explosion. Shepard's office, I think. Fire. Smoke.”
Betworth switched on the TV set. He could barely see the White House for the haze of smoke. “I'll be damned.” He suddenly started to chuckle. “Stupid blunderers. They set it off themselves.” EMTs and firemen in bulky protective suits were running toward the White House. “Danley, in a few minutes they'll confirm the bomb was radioactive. Call Camp David and make sure Keller's following procedure and sending Andreas to Z-3.”
“It's still a go?”
“I'm not stopping now. We've got a chance to win the whole pot, and only cowards hesitate. Once Shepard's in power we'll be able to control any investigations. If there was a tip about the bomb, then they've cut their own throats by setting it off and destroying any evidence. If the anthrax was genuine, then Hamas and Matanza can fight over credit for killing Andreas. The confusion will only help us.” He headed for the door. “I'm leaving now. If you can confirm that Andreas is boarding his helicopter and heading for Z-3, we'll proceed as planned. Notify Runne.”
“The situation has escalated,” Danley said on the phone. “Get in position, Runne.”
“I'm in position. How long?”
“The President left Camp David five minutes ago. Fifteen minutes tops.”
“I'll be ready.”
Betworth's helicopter arrived five minutes later. Danley met him at the landing site and waved the helicopter off and away.
“He's on his way.” Danley gestured to the bluff. “Runne's up there behind that rock. Here's the scenario. You and Shepard go forward to meet the President when the helicopter arrives. When Andreas goes down, you both hit the dirt. You wait for another shot—that will be mine taking out Runne. You get up and run to Andreas. Big grief scene for the benefit of the pilot and Keller.”
“Fine. Except for one point. I want you to shoot me.”
“What?”
“I'm going to crawl toward Andreas in a desperate attempt to save him. You shoot me. Everyone will assume it's Runne. A shoulder or arm wound. Nothing serious. Just enough to get me sympathy and a little glory. I may need it when I'm continually at Shepard's side after he takes office.”
“Whatever you say.”
“And you'd better aim straight, Danley.” He moved toward the bunker entrance. “Now, I'll get Shepard out of that hole and see if I can put a little iron in him. You start climbing that bluff.”
“Here he comes,” Betworth murmured as he watched the helicopter fly through the pass. “Keller's flying the chopper. Don't smile, Shepard. Look concerned. We have a national emergency here.”
“I am concerned,” Shepard said between his teeth. “I don't like things not to go as they're supposed to.”
“Want to bail out?” Betworth asked. “This is the time. Say the word. Who wants to be the most powerful man in the world? You can go back and hide in your cave for the rest of your term and then retire quietly to the country.”
“I didn't say I wanted to bail out. I just want him dead and all the unpleasant details—” He stopped as the door of the helicopter opened and Andreas appeared in the doorway. “Come on. Let's get it over with.” He strode toward the helicopter. “This way, Mr. President. We have to get you inside and safe.”