turn of events on this case, and it took him a moment to realize he was being spoken to. He drew his attention from the security screen that covered one wall of the safe house, and looked over to see what it was Giustino wanted.
“Marc just called in on the secure line. He says it’s urgent.”
Griffin slid his chair over, took the phone. He hadn’t even heard it ring, he’d been so wrapped up in getting Sydney home, and trying to figure out what the hell he was missing in this case. “Marc. Talk to me.”
“I believe Tex is alive.”
Griffin froze. The image of the faceless man at the morgue, his throat cut—He’d seen the ring, Tex’s ring…If not Tex, then who? “Alive? Where? How?”
Marc told him what he’d learned.
“Why would they take him to Tunisia?”
“Perhaps for you not to follow, should you think he’s alive?”
Griffin’s first thought was to fly out to Tunisia, to look for Tex himself, but he knew that Marc could handle the matter as well if not better. “Do what you have to do to bring him home.”
“A problem with that. The warehouse I saw him in? It’s the one that we’re going to take out. HQ wants us to proceed. I did not want to until I called you.”
Griffin’s pulse thudded at the realization of what Marc was saying. Tex had been considered collateral damage from the moment he was taken in Adami’s villa. HQ wasn’t about to stop the operation now for one man who was already considered dead. Should the bioweapons make it out of that warehouse, too many lives could be lost. And now Marc was looking for further direction, something outside the standing orders, direction he couldn’t give—at least not explicitly. “Do just as I would. As ordered.”
The slightest of hesitations, then, “Yes, sir.”
“Marc?”
“Griff?”
“Let me know the moment you find anything further.” Griffin hung up, not sure what to think.
Alive.
He clung to that small hope. Tex was alive.
Or was it a trap? Meant to lead them astray? The body in the morgue, no prints or identifiable features. Much like Alessandra’s body. It took a week to get her identified. Here in the chaos of Rome…
“Marc thinks Tex may be alive,” he told Giustino. “He thinks he saw him in the warehouse they have to take out.”
“He will go in for him?”
“He’s going to try.”
Sydney walked into the room at that moment, just as Giustino said, “This I cannot believe. Tex? Alive?”
She turned to Griffin. “Did I hear right?”
“Yes.”
“Then who is at the morgue?” she asked.
“I have no idea. But if what he is saying is true, they killed someone else who matched Tex’s physical description to make us believe he is dead.”
“Why would they want you to think he was dead?” Sydney asked.
“Who searches for a dead man?” He stared out the window, barely seeing the sunset gilding the scalloped cupola of Sant’Andrea della Valle. He didn’t want to think what his friend had been going through since that night at the villa. “Assuming the information is correct, of course. It has yet to be verified.”
“I will check the databases on missing persons,” Giustino said, his expression somber. He sat at his desk, picked up the phone to call his carabinieri contact.
Sydney watched him a moment, as though trying to decipher the man’s rapid-fire Italian as he spoke on the phone. “They had to think Tex had something they wanted. Information, maybe.”
“Undoubtedly,” Griffin replied.
“The Tunisia operation Marc is working on?” Sydney asked. “Maybe they know. Maybe they’re trying to keep Tex there to protect it somehow.”
“But Tex didn’t know. We found out that information afterward.”
She looked at the radio that Giustino had been manning. “Clearly they didn’t know of the bug…”
“Not at first, but we haven’t heard a word since we learned of the bio arms shipment.”
“Which means they very well may have learned of the bug by now…From Tex…”
She’d only said what he’d been thinking. And it could be true. What Adami couldn’t have known was what his team intended to do with that information, because that was something they’d only decided on after the fact.
After about a half hour, Giustino finally dropped the phone onto the cradle. “One of our investigators, he is searching for someone missing, who looks much like the victim in the morgue. This he discounts, because the pathologist, he tells him this victim, he is already identified. They are going to look more.”
Griffin paced the room. “If it’s not Tex, they killed this man