The Sum of All Fears.pdf - Delta Force

professional anything, and blowing them up – then sending them via fax – didn't
improve matters very much. He had to stare at it for a few seconds, and almost
decided that he didn't know the face, until he remembered some things from his
time in Wyoming.
'I've seen this guy before . . . Indian . . . Marvin Russell?' He turned to
another agent. 'Stan, have you ever seen this guy?'
'Nope.'
O'Day looked over the rest of the faxes. Whoever he was, he was dead, with a
slashed throat, the Denver cops said. 'Probable drug-related killing' was the
initial read from the Denver homicide guys. Well, that made sense, didn't it?
John Russell had been part of a drug deal. The other initial data was that there
had been other IDs at the scene of the crime, but that the licenses had been
fakes – very good ones, the notes said. However, they had a truck registered to
the victim, and also a car at the scene was a rental that had been signed out to
Robert Friend, which was the name on the victim's license. The Denver P.D. was
now looking for the vehicles, and wanted to know if the Bureau had anything
useful on the victim and any likely associates.
'Get back to 'em, and tell 'em to fax us the photos from the other IDs they
found.'
'Yes, sir.'
Pat watched the teams get onto the field for the kickoff, then lifted the phone.
'Dan? Pat. You want to come on down here? I think an old friend of ours just
might have turned up dead . . . No, not that kind of friend.'
Murray showed up just in time for the kickoff, which took precedence over the
faxes. Minnesota got the ball out of the twenty-four-yard line, and their
offense went to work. The network immediately had the screen covered with all
sorts of useless information so that the fans couldn't see the players.
'This look like Marvin Russell to you?' Pat asked.
'Sure as hell does. Where is he?'
O'Day waved at the TV screen. 'Would you believe Denver? They found him about
ninety minutes ago with his throat cut. Local P.D. thinks it's drug-related.'
'Well, that's what did his brother in. What else?' Murray took the faxes from
O'Day's hand.
Tony Wills got the first handoff, taking the ball five yards off tackle – almost
breaking it for more. On second down, both men saw Wills catch a swing pass for
twenty yards.
'That kid is really something,' Pat said. 'I remember seeing a game where Jimmy
Brown . . .'
***
Bob Fowler had just started his third beer of the afternoon, wishing he'd been
at the game instead of being stuck here. Of course, the Secret Service would
have gone ape, and the security at the game would have to have been beefed up to
the point that people would still be trying to get in. That was not a good
political move, was it? Liz Elliot, sitting next to the President, flipped one
of the other TVs to HBO to catch a movie. She donned a set of headphones so that
she could hear it without disturbing the Commander in Chief. It just made no
sense at all, she thought, none. How this man could get so enthusiastic about