his devices to compile information on me. The only recent, large-scale operation he and I had done together was the Kaliningrad op with you. As we looked at all the loose ends, Lukša popped up.
“According to reports, he’d had an accident. His injuries, though, were more consistent with having been beaten or tortured. I wanted to see for myself, so I flew all the way here to see him. And do you know what he confessed to me?”
Landsbergis took a breath before answering. “That he had been tortured?”
Harvath nodded. “He claims it was a team of Russians. And not only had he been tortured, but he had been forced to admit his role in the operation, and give up the name of the person he had been working for. You.”
Landsbergis didn’t believe him. “Now you’re lying. Antanas Lukša is like family. There is no way he’d ever reveal my name—to anyone.”
“We’ll see how good you are under a similar scenario. Something tells me you won’t find it so hard to believe once we get started.”
“Is this what you wanted?” Sølvi asked, as she walked in with the roll of plastic sheeting.
Harvath nodded.
“Where should I set it up?”
“Let’s do it in the dining room.”
“Wait,” offered Landsbergis. “If he really did reveal my name, why didn’t anyone ever show up and pay me a visit?”
Harvath was watching him, intensely, as he spoke. There was no tell this time, no microexpression that gave away a lie. He appeared, at least on this, to be telling the truth.
“No one came to you? No one at all?”
Landsbergis shook his head. “No one.”
“But you still told someone,” said Harvath. “Who was it?”
The VSD man averted his eyes, just as the truck driver had before admitting what he had done.
A couple of seconds later, he asked, “When did Antanas get his visit?”
Harvath continued to indulge him. “A couple of weeks ago. Why?”
It was then that Landsbergis dropped a bombshell that Harvath had never imagined was coming. “I know who gave up Carl.”
CHAPTER 32
As if on cue, Harvath’s phone started beeping. The drone was almost out of power. He programmed it to land in the backyard and returned his attention to Landsbergis.
The VSD man laid out everything that had happened, answered every question Harvath had, and didn’t hold back on any of the details. He was convinced the Lithuanian was telling him the truth. It was too big a story, too big an indictment not to have been.
Via Harvath’s earbud and their encrypted call, Nicholas had heard the whole thing. To call it a bombshell was to put it mildly.
Leaving Sølvi to keep an eye on Landsbergis, Harvath stepped out of the kitchen to lay out what he wanted to do. Nicholas and Lawlor were going to have to get a buy-in from McGee and the President on his plan.
Once he had finished the call, he went outside and retrieved the drone. The charger for it was in its hard-sided case back in his Land Cruiser, along with another, smaller battery. It wasn’t the optimal situation, but he’d have to deal with what he had been given.
Like Harvath, Sølvi had parked in the woods and hiked in. They decided to put Landsbergis’s car in the garage and take him with them. It was as if they were reading each other’s mind. Neither of them felt fully comfortable leaving the VSD man alone.
They arrived at Harvath’s vehicle first. After swapping out the dead drone battery and putting it on its charger, he gave Sølvi a ride to her vehicle, which turned out to be a sleek Audi Q5.
“Not bad,” said Harvath. “NIS must give you a hell of a per diem.”
“Actually,” she replied, hopping out of his Land Cruiser, “the moment they found out I’m Norwegian, they wanted to give me an upgrade.”
“Right. I’m sure that’s exactly what it was.” Badass and smartass—he really did find that combination attractive.
Landsbergis had given them the address of his boss, which Harvath plugged into his GPS. Once Sølvi had pulled out onto the road behind him, he headed toward their destination.
It was located in the center of Vilnius, not far from the Old Town, at the top of Algirdo Street. The former embassy of a failed state, the building had three floors, a walled courtyard, underground parking, and multiple CCTV cameras.
For the rest of their ride, Harvath peppered Landsbergis with questions as he tried to come up with a plan. He also asked him about Carl—how they had met, what they had