Thank you, God.
“I don’t know why we’re wasting our time,” Webb growled back. “I already told you the guys said she doesn’t know anything. And I think she was telling the truth when she said Akimi gave her nothing before he died.”
“Of course, she’s going to say that. Did you really expect her to give up the goods that easily?”
Logan looked back at Van and frowned. That was the third man, and his voice sounded familiar, but Van couldn’t figure out why.
“I told you before; this was a huge mistake.” That was Webb again. “But you didn’t listen to me this time any more than you did that day back during the war. If you’d just taken a fucking breath, you would have seen it was Hayes, and you wouldn’t have shot our friend in the back!”
Van heard the words, but he could tell Loganfeltevery word of what the man had just said. His teammate’s back stiffened, and he grew as still as a statue while they remained in place and listened.
“Here we go again,” the other man drawled. “Seriously, Michael. How long are you going to throw Nick’s death in my face? It was an accident, remember?”
“An accident you talked me into covering up! We shouldhave just told the truth about what really happened back then. If we had, then none of this would be happening.
“If we’d gone to our CO and told them Hayes died by friendly fire, instead of that tango you took out right after, then you never would have made it all the way to SECNAV and I sure as hell wouldn’t be getting ready to put my bid in as president!”
President? Who the hell was this other guy?
The question had barely run through Van’s racing mind when Logan took off without giving orders to him or the team.
“You shot my father?” His infuriated teammate went around the corner looking like he was ready to kill.
Son of a?—
Van rushed to keep up, his gun sliding back and forth as he scanned the area for threats. The two men in the SUVs came running out from behind the vehicles. Their fingers on their triggers, and from the look in their eyes…
They were both preparing to shoot.
CHAPTER 20
Van tookout one of the two men with expert aim. A shot from somewhere behind him took out the other.
Thank you, Chase.
The man he recognized as Felix swung the barrel of his pistol toward Logan, but Archer was behind him, more than ready to put the bastard down.
That left Webb and the other man.
“Vice President McDowell?” Van stared back at the man, confused as hell as to what sort of clusterfuck pile of shit they’d just stepped in.
The Vice President of the United States stared back at them with utter shock. Webb, on the other hand, was looking straight at Logan. The expression on the man’s aging face was that of pure guilt and shame.
“Logan?” Webb started to move toward him.
But Logan held him in place with the pistol gripped tightly in his hand. “Don’t you fucking move,” he warned.
“Son, I don’t know what you heard, but I promise, I can explain. Just put the gundown, and we can?—”
“Don’t call me son, you lying piece of shit!” Logan raged. “I heard everything I needed to hear. But now I want you to look me in the eyes and say it again.”
“I didn’t kill your dad.” Webb gave a hard shake of his head. “That was all John’s doing.”
“Gee, Mike. You think maybe you could have held out a little longer before rolling over on me like that?” McDowell sounded more disappointed than anything else.
Webb looked past Logan to the other man. “It’s been decades since we dishonored Nick’s memory. It’s time to put it all to rest.”
“Don’t.” Logan took another broad step toward Webb. “Don’t you say his name.”
