Black Harvest

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Nick ran it down for Lucas on the drive. When he told him about Korov, Lucas gave the Russian a hard look in the mirror. As he talked about Lodge, Monroe's face tightened.

Lucas Monroe had made it from the mean streets of Washington to the sixth floor at Langley. He was one of the most successful field agents in CIA history. For a black man in a culture rooted in the old WASP Ivy League, it was a hell of an achievement. He'd earned it, every hard step of the way.

"That bastard. You should have told us before. Hood could have helped." His tone was accusing.

"I couldn't, Lucas. We didn't know if Hood was part of it. We couldn't be sure. Stephanie couldn't tell you. You know how it is."

"Yeah. Need to know." He focused on the road. "If Lodge has hurt her…" He didn't finish.

The safe house was a two story colonial set behind a high brick wall. A heavy steel gate blocked the entrance to a blacktop drive. A small guard shack stood outside the gate. A man wearing a sport jacket and sunglasses came out of the shack as they pulled up. He didn't wear a tie and his shirt was open at the collar. There was a bulge under his jacket.

"Can I help you," he said.

Lucas showed his ID. With Alpha clearance he had access to any CIA facility anywhere in the world.

"Sir, I don't have you on my list. I need to call it in."

"Do you recognize my clearance?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you know I don't need to be on your list. Open the gate."

"Sir, Director Lodge…"

"You like guard duty?"

"It's okay, sir."

"Open the damned gate, or you're going to be doing it in Afghanistan."

"I'm sorry, sir. I have orders from the DCI himself. I need to call it in."

The movement was casual. Korov opened the rear door and got out of the car. He stretched.

"Beautiful day," he said.

He moved so fast Nick barely saw it happen. Korov drove stiffened fingers into the man's solar plexus and slammed his elbow into the side of his head. The guard collapsed. Korov dragged him into the shack. He pressed a switch. The gate slid open. Korov ripped wires from the wall. He came out of the shack and got back in the car.

"What was that?"

"Feeds to the cameras." Korov nodded at a camera by the gate. "Perhaps they know we are coming, perhaps not."

"You kill him?"

"No."

Lucas shook his head. "I hope you're right about this."

They drove up to the entrance and got out of the car.

Lucas took out his pistol. "I know the house. There's a foyer and then a long hall down the middle. Front to back, you pass a living room, dining room and kitchen on the right. Music room, library, den on the left. Doors to each opening on the hall. Four bedrooms upstairs. The interrogation rooms are in the basement. If they have her, that's where she'll be. The entrance is past the kitchen, on the right. One flight of steps."

They drew their weapons. Lucas went in front. Carter, Selena and Korov stood to the side. Lucas pulled open the front door, using it as a partial shield. Nothing happened. They entered the house and fanned out across the foyer. Korov left the door open behind them.

Nick signaled with his hand, pointing fingers. Korov, Selena to the left. Lucas and himself to the right.

Selena was about to enter the music room when a man came out.

"Who…"

Selena moved in a blur, three strikes, the last to the base of the skull. The man fell unconscious to the floor. Korov followed her in. They cleared the music room and entered the library. The room was a window into past centuries, floor to ceiling shelves filled with hundreds of volumes. A large world globe rested in a cradle on a polished mahogany table. Prints of English country scenes hung on the walls. A sliding ladder ran on tracks along the shelves. Sunlight streamed through French doors opening onto a patio and garden. An oriental rug covered the floor. The room would have pleased Ben Franklin or Thomas Jefferson.

A man came into the room from the den. He saw them, pulled a gun and fired at Selena. Korov shot him, the sound an unexpected offense in that elegant room. Footsteps pounded on the ceiling above.

A second man came out of the den firing. Something plucked at her sleeve. She dove to the side. Korov went the other way. She rolled to her feet and brought her Glock dead center on the man's chest and squeezed off three quick rounds. The shots drove him backward into the table with the globe, sending it tumbling across the rug. She got up and ran to the den. It was empty. She went back into the library.

Korov went to the door of the library and ducked back as bullets splintered the enameled frame over his head. Selena heard Nick's heavy .45. She heard shots from upstairs. Two, maybe three shooters.

She pictured the house, the stairs, the hall. She was directly across from the open dining room door. She dropped low, breathed and somersaulted across the hall, firing at a shape on the stairs. A body tumbled down the wooden steps. She rolled into the dining room and ended up at Nick's feet.

"Nice move. Where'd you learn that one?"

"Aikido." She reached around the corner, fired blind up the staircase. "How many?"

"Three. You got one, I think."

A sudden tearing sound ripped the air, followed by a yell and heavy thumping as another body rolled down the stairs.

"What was that?" Lucas said.

"Our Russian buddy. He's got a neat toy."

They heard the tearing sound again, then silence. The acrid scent of the guns was strong in the air.

Korov walked into the dining room. "Safe, I think."

"Still the basement."

They stepped into the hall. Blood trailed down the steps in thin red waterfalls from two bodies sprawled on the stairs. A third was draped over a balcony railing on the second floor. The top of his head was missing. Blood dripped in a steady stream from the wound, splashing on the parquet floor below.

"They were kind of determined," Lucas said. "Something's not right." He looked at one of the bodies. "I recognize this guy. He was kicked out of the Agency two years ago."

"Someone came out of the den shooting," Selena said. "We didn't have a choice."

"Don't worry about it." Nick moved to the door leading to the basement. He put his hand on the knob.

"Ready?"