“He talks a good game. He has the personality and the charisma to be an excellent covert field agent,” she told her superiors at their Monday morning closed-door briefing. “As long as he maintains his celebrity and continues the global travel.”
During their first encounter back at the driving school, after she had convinced him she had different intentions, Bryce bared his soul to her. While seeking attention is what so many drivers and race sponsors want, Bryce hadn’t gotten into racing for the fame. He liked the competition, thrived on it, and had found he could make good money using his talents behind the wheel. If posing for pictures, doing interviews, and relentlessly traveling was the cost, so be it. Death wasn’t a consideration, at least not his. At the CIA, it was.
“How sure are you that he was party to the hits on Gunn and Myers?” one of her superiors asked.
“One hundred percent,” she replied with confidence. “Agent Chadwick paid Jack Madigan a visit. He reported that it took little leverage to get Madigan to spill what he knew about Baja. He volunteered that he’d been having an affair with Agent Myers and that Winters had own his uncle, a former Marine sniper among other things, to Mexico to take out Gunn and Myers. Madigan said Bryce resented both of them for forcing him into taking out people, even if their targets were bad actors. He told Chadwick he thought the plan was actually a pretty smart one, saying it was retaliation for the hit in Sochi. If he hadn’t been in a relationship with Agent Myers he would have backed it fully. He also told Chadwick that Winters, Bryce, had not known about the affair and claimed he wouldn’t have taken her out if he’d known.”
Jennings watched as the three superiors sitting across from her went quiet, lost in thought. The stark meeting room, the only decoration a photo of the president on one wall and the CIA insignia on the opposite one, was a place where decisions about taking lives, not on furnishings or décor, were made.
“Any corroborative intel from other sources?” one woman asked. Jennings shook her head no.
“Maybe Madigan is making this up, for whatever reason, to get us to issue an action against Winters,” another suggested. Jennings nodded. “Does that mean you agree with that assertion or aren’t sure?”
“It’s conjecture at this point. There is no other evidence to indicate that’s what happened. Pete Winters is dead; we can’t interrogate him. I would actually like to confront Winters with Madigan’s statement, but then the big question is, what if he says it’s true?”
“You saw Pete Winters’ body? Did Madigan? Did anyone? You sure he’s dead?” the woman pressed.
“No, I have not. I’m told Madigan has not spoken with Winters since the last race in Abu Dhabi. He told Chadwick that he confronted Pete Winters there and that he’d been tased, tied up, and left on a yacht. Bryce had found him and cut him loose, but that was the last for them – except for Madigan telling Bryce, according to Chadwick, that he was going to find Pete Winters and kill him. Not just as payback for Myers but for assaulting him,” she reported. “Madigan used to be Bryce’s body man, closest friend, tech consultant to the race team, and get this – a retired Army Ranger.”
Jennings had been watching the expression of the third person at the table. The man sat between the two others doing the questioning but hadn’t uttered a word, until now.
“So, let me sum this up. We put a famous race car driver, an asset, on a short leash, blackmailed him into doing terminations overseas, he ordered a hit on two CIA agents, and now we’re talking about what to do with the damn bastard. Have I described this situation correctly?” he said sternly.