“The full proceeds were split into thirds, tax-free, as you requested. A nice gesture,” he added. “Most people wouldn’t have been so magnanimous.”
“And Viggie?” Michelle said.
“That’s where we’re headed right now. And she’s absolutely fine. It was fortunate Valerie was so busy with you two she put her plans for Viggie on hold.”
Sean hunched forward. “Ian, you took our side against your own agency. Why aren’t you dead or under arrest?”
His features turned grim. “I was the technical head of Camp Peary, but Valerie really ran the place. She’s done impressive work and her rise at the Agency has been amazingly swift. I didn’t know that was the deal when I took the job, but I had to live with it if I wanted to continue my career.
“Very quickly I saw it was a mistake because she started doing things that were way over the line. She co-opted several of the paramilitary squads based at the camp. All I could do was wait for an opening, though it didn’t look like one would ever come along.” Whitfield glanced at Sean. “I know Valerie made a hard rush at you to get you in the sack.”
“I didn’t have much trouble resisting,” Sean said almost truthfully.
“Good. Because you wouldn’t have walked out alive. That’s why I showed up on the beach. I knew she was concerned about how much you were finding out. I followed her and pretended to be the cuckolded husband. She was pissed at me for letting you get away.”
Sean looked stunned. “Thanks for saving my life. Again.”
“It’s my job to protect Americans, even from my own agency.”
“I’m surprised Valerie just didn’t have us killed right away.”
“I think she wanted to pay you back, for messing up her plans. And she also needed to find out how much you knew.”
“So who killed Len Rivest?” Sean asked.
“The only thing I can tell you is that Alicia’s interest in Rivest wasn’t romantic.”
Sean said, “And her and Champ being at Babbage Town was no coincidence?”
“Champ and Alicia were recruited long ago by the CIA. They were posted at Babbage Town when it first started. By the way, they were the real deal in the science world.”
“And they were at Babbage Town to steal whatever technology they came up with on quantum computers?” Michelle said.
“Let’s just say they were very interested observers. But what they were really working on at Babbage Town was a counter to the quantum computer.”
“A counter?” Michelle said.
“It’s a given that a commercially viable quantum computer will be a reality one day. The folks that owned Babbage Town were attempting to build a quantum computer so they could, in turn, construct an effective counter-device to it.”
“So the owners of Babbage Town were the very ones who would be hurt by quantum computers?” Sean said.
“Like banks and multinational companies?” Michelle added. “Really deep pockets.”
Whitfield nodded. “They had to do it on the Q.T. If the public found out, there would’ve been a panic. But the CIA wasn’t going to stand by and let something like that take place right under its nose. I can’t say we were interested in a counter-device though. We are spies, after all.”
“So how close are they to stopping the world in its tracks?”
Whitfield shrugged. “If I were you I’d start paying in cash and stocking up on paper and pen for your correspondence.”
“But was it a coincidence that Babbage Town was located right across from Camp Peary?” Sean asked.
Whitfield shook his head. “CIA owns the estate through a shell company. They bought it because it was right across from Camp Peary. Champ convinced the people behind Babbage Town to lease the place.”
Michelle added, “And Champ was a pilot who could fly the drugs out for you.”
“Be clear on this point: Champ is a good agent. He was doing what he was ordered to do. That’s all. He wasn’t working with Valerie or Alicia.” He glanced at Michelle. “He told me to tell you that he was sorry how things turned out.”
“Sorry! The bastard shot me in the arm!”