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he was also desperate to get the answer to his question.
    Was
he a bad man? How bad?
    Was
he a good man? Unlikely.
    Doerr
walked over to Nick, held him by his shoulders and then made him sit down on
the sofa gently. Nick eased his butt into the sofa, his face red and breath
thick with alcohol.
    How
is he going to talk to the president now ? Doerr
wondered. But to Doerr that was a second worry. First, he needed his answer. 
    Doerr
knelt down in front of Nick and placed a hand on his knee. “Sir, who was that
man? It is biting into my conscience, and I have to know now, sir.”
    “Conscience,
conscience,” Nick barked and made a dismissive move with his right hand. “Why does
everyone have a conscience? Why can’t you just do what your employer tells you
to?”
    “Sir,”
realizing that convincing was the best way to go at the point, Doerr said
politely, “if I know exactly who that man was and why he needed to die, I will
be able to do my next job more decisively and with more precision.”
    Nick
sighed, looked at the floor again and breathed heavily; Doerr was not sure
whether it was from the effect of the alcohol or something else.
    “Sir?”
Doerr said and looked straight into the deputy director’s eyes.
    “Okay,”
Nick said. “I’ll tell you, but you have to promise me you’ll keep it zipped.
And if the word leaks to the press, then your ass will be on fire, regardless
of whether you leaked it or someone else did. Deal?”
    “Deal.”
Doerr had no hesitation in his voice.
    “All
right.” Nick shifted his position on the sofa. “The man’s name is David Khan.”
    “David
Khan?”
    “Yes,
yes. Weird name.” Nick rolled his eyes. “His parents called him Javed Khan, but
he changed his name later. His parents came to America from Pakistan years ago.
David Khan was born in Detroit. When he went to college, he changed his name. He
dropped out at the beginning of his junior year. Then he opened an auto parts
company. Within three years, he was doing business worth one hundred million,
which was very odd, given that the auto industry was in decline. Rumor was that
his money came from the Saudis, the snakes. But nothing could be proved.
Anyway, after he became super-rich, he funneled money to terrorists all over
the world. Some in law enforcement said he was harboring terrorists right here
on American soil.” Nick paused and took a sip, and then he continued. “David
had strong connections with the Molinaros too, the Motor City crime family.”
    “If
he had so much mud on his jacket, then why couldn’t he be arrested?”
    “Good
question. But no one was ever able to catch him with his hand in the cookie
jar. His foreign financial transactions were untraceable. And he is an American
citizen, born in America. So, you get the picture.” Nick looked at his
wristwatch. “So let me wrap it up here. I have to call the president in just a
few minutes. The Molinaros were having a sort of conference in that hotel, and
David was going too. And then we got the call.”
    “From
who?” Doerr asked awkwardly. “The Molinaros?”
    “No,
dumbass.” Nick checked his watch again, and he stood up. “The FBI. They called
me and asked me for help. And we helped them. Actually, you did. Good
job, my boy.” Nick tapped Doerr’s shoulder and turned to leave. “Now I gotta
make a call.”
    “Just
one last question, sir.”
    Nick
looked annoyed. “Okay. Make it quick.”
    “What
happens now?”
    “Well,
you know how these guys are. They are shaking one hand and fighting with the
other hand. David and the Molinaros had their differences. It’s well known, and
we have already spread words that the Molinaros got rid of David, and I see no
reason why the world should not believe that. Now I think the Molinaros will
fold some of their operations and keep a low profile till the dust settles. And
the FBI can take credit for cutting crime in Detroit. So everyone is happy.
Now…”
    Before
Nick could finish his sentence,