Solomon paused briefly to try and gauge Aman’s reaction before he continued. “There is one group of three people she came into contact with. They are either her friends, or a way to throw us off guard. She must be some sort of spy or government agent of some sort. Either that or a very good undercover reporter. You could help me narrow that down. Who would want to set up, Zachariah?”
“Half this country would,” Aman fired back. “He has more than his share of enemies. Don’t worry about that though. Can we catch her?”
“Possibly,” Solomon replied, clear hesitation in his voice. “No matter how good she is our organization here is huge. I have the city on lockdown and every available man working on it. I pulled the surveillance photos of her coming into the hotel for your party, and had copies dispersed to all our people. I also have a few other potential leads I am looking into.”
“Good,” Aman said. “And Solomon, it’s my organization. Not ours. Just remember that.” Aman had grown to depend on his head of security, but never hesitated to remind his subordinate of his authority. “What does Gregor think? Is he of the same opinion as you?” Aman hired them both because he liked a second opinion to satisfy his highly paranoid personality.
“Gregor thinks I’m a little paranoid but that is coming from someone who can’t come to grips with the fact that a woman got the better of him.” Although Solomon tolerated working with his partner, he also took advantage of his opportunities to dress Gregor down for his flaws as a spy and bodyguard. “He’s a chauvinist, just like all the Germans. He still refuses to believe what his father did as an SS man with Himmler was wrong.”
Aman chuckled at the childish jab. His two heads of security would never trust each other, and this was the way he preferred it. Europeans had long memories that were easily exploited. Solomon still looked at Gregor as a Nazi barbarian, and Gregor had more than once hinted at the weakness of the French; a country that relied on the U.S. and Britain to do its dirty work. They could be overly critical of each other, but both were professionals who were the best at their business. Their different backgrounds and nationalities kept them leery of each other without hampering their ability to do the job properly. Aman found this got him excellent intelligence while minimizing the off chance that they would ever plot against him.
“Where do we go from here?” Aman asked as he downed the rest of his drink and reached for the half-full decanter in the cabinet behind him to pour another.
“I have everything in motion, sir,” Solomon quickly responded. “Spotters are out all over the city. I have tracked down where she lives. At least I have the address she gave to her employer at the club where she danced. She hasn’t been back there, and I would be shocked if she showed up. I have somebody there though, just in case. You may have to use some of those favors you have saved up over the years.”
Aman put the decanter of whiskey away and turned around so they were face to face again. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked in a hostile tone. “Am I going to have to start digging under Hoover Dam to hide some bodies?”
“I hope not, but it’s a possibility.” Solomon had no desire to start killing people, but he knew it was going to be necessary. He had been in this business too long, and his instincts told him that the only way to stop this from reaching the wrong hands would be liquidation.
“ Okay, you have free reign to do whatever you see fit, but no deaths except for the girl unless absolutely necessary,” Aman said emphatically. “I will pay whatever it takes to keep this under wraps. I can’t afford anymore screw-ups.” He then made a mental note to check with his
“Half this country would,” Aman fired back. “He has more than his share of enemies. Don’t worry about that though. Can we catch her?”
“Possibly,” Solomon replied, clear hesitation in his voice. “No matter how good she is our organization here is huge. I have the city on lockdown and every available man working on it. I pulled the surveillance photos of her coming into the hotel for your party, and had copies dispersed to all our people. I also have a few other potential leads I am looking into.”
“Good,” Aman said. “And Solomon, it’s my organization. Not ours. Just remember that.” Aman had grown to depend on his head of security, but never hesitated to remind his subordinate of his authority. “What does Gregor think? Is he of the same opinion as you?” Aman hired them both because he liked a second opinion to satisfy his highly paranoid personality.
“Gregor thinks I’m a little paranoid but that is coming from someone who can’t come to grips with the fact that a woman got the better of him.” Although Solomon tolerated working with his partner, he also took advantage of his opportunities to dress Gregor down for his flaws as a spy and bodyguard. “He’s a chauvinist, just like all the Germans. He still refuses to believe what his father did as an SS man with Himmler was wrong.”
Aman chuckled at the childish jab. His two heads of security would never trust each other, and this was the way he preferred it. Europeans had long memories that were easily exploited. Solomon still looked at Gregor as a Nazi barbarian, and Gregor had more than once hinted at the weakness of the French; a country that relied on the U.S. and Britain to do its dirty work. They could be overly critical of each other, but both were professionals who were the best at their business. Their different backgrounds and nationalities kept them leery of each other without hampering their ability to do the job properly. Aman found this got him excellent intelligence while minimizing the off chance that they would ever plot against him.
“Where do we go from here?” Aman asked as he downed the rest of his drink and reached for the half-full decanter in the cabinet behind him to pour another.
“I have everything in motion, sir,” Solomon quickly responded. “Spotters are out all over the city. I have tracked down where she lives. At least I have the address she gave to her employer at the club where she danced. She hasn’t been back there, and I would be shocked if she showed up. I have somebody there though, just in case. You may have to use some of those favors you have saved up over the years.”
Aman put the decanter of whiskey away and turned around so they were face to face again. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked in a hostile tone. “Am I going to have to start digging under Hoover Dam to hide some bodies?”
“I hope not, but it’s a possibility.” Solomon had no desire to start killing people, but he knew it was going to be necessary. He had been in this business too long, and his instincts told him that the only way to stop this from reaching the wrong hands would be liquidation.
“ Okay, you have free reign to do whatever you see fit, but no deaths except for the girl unless absolutely necessary,” Aman said emphatically. “I will pay whatever it takes to keep this under wraps. I can’t afford anymore screw-ups.” He then made a mental note to check with his
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