The Eye of Shiva (17 page)

Like t
he Project, for one thing. Most people had never heard of Elizabeth Harker's unit but Rao was a high-ranking intelligence officer. It was his job to know about things like that. He had no reason to think they suspected what he was doing. All the same, he wasn't going to make the mistake of underestimating them.

He had to keep an eye on them.
Harker's people had almost screwed everything up at the embassy. One of her men had been badly wounded and Rao's sources said he was going to die. His comrades would look for vengeance. Rao understood vengeance. If Harker learned of his involvement it would create a complication he didn't need.

Th
en there were those gold coins found during that raid in the Philippines. 

I don't know enough about the coins
, he thought. 

He called Prakash Khanna in Manila on his encrypted
satellite phone.

"
I want to talk about the gold recovered from the Abu Sayyaf camp," Rao said.

"Everyone has been curious about that.
"

"Tell me about the coins."

"They're unusual," Khanna said.

"You
've seen them?".

"Not the coins themselves
. I have a contact inside Philippines special operations. He obtained pictures for me."

"What can you tell me about them?"

"They're from the Mughal Empire, minted during the sixteenth century," Khanna said. "I'm told they're quite rare and in excellent condition. Uncirculated."

"How could they be
that old and be uncirculated?"

"If they
'd been minted and immediately set aside, it's possible."

Rao felt a surge of
adrenaline. There was only one place where an emperor's coinage could be set aside.

The treasury.

Rao kept his voice calm. Inside, he was shaking.

"It
's certain they are authentic?"

"Yes.
Why are you asking?"

"ISOK had to get them from somewhere. I want to follow the money trail."

Rao wasn't going to tell Khanna he suspected the coins might have come from the Mughal hoard, or that they might lead him to the Eye. He changed the subject.

"What is Manila
doing about the attack?"

"President Navarro
is demanding more American aid to fight the Muslim insurgency in Mindanao," Khanna said. "The Americans are unhappy with him. They've given him millions of dollars to fight Abu Sayyaf and all they've got to show for it is the ruins of their embassy. Rice is playing hardball. If Navarro wants more money, he's going to have to make concessions about American bases here."

"That's about what I'd expected," Rao said.

"Is there anything else?" Khanna asked.

Khanna had initiative and intelligence
and he knew how to follow orders. Rao decided that he'd be more useful here in India.

"
You've done well, Prakash. Come home. I'll send your replacement."

"I won't be sorry
to leave," Khanna said. "It's become an uncomfortable country for foreigners."

Rao ended the call.
His pulse pounded as he thought about the coins and what it might mean.

History recorded
that the treasure had been loaded on the backs of elephants and other beasts for transport back to Persia. Most of the treasure had reached its destination. The key word was
most.
No record existed of the throne ever reaching Persia. Some famous gems from the treasury had never resurfaced, among them the Eye of Shiva. Somewhere between India and Persia, the throne and the gems had disappeared. There was a discredited account from the time that claimed the throne and several chests of gold and jewels had been lost in the mountains between Afghanistan and what was now Pakistan.

What if the account
is true?
Rao thought.
If Afridi found some of the coins lost when the trail collapsed
he might have found the jewel as well.

Only Afridi knew where he'd gotten the coins. The only way to find out where they were was to interrogate him.
It would be difficult to capture Afridi but not impossible. An opportunity would arise.

A sudden headache and wave of nausea sent Rao scurrying to the washroom. He leaned over the bowl and threw up his breakfast. It was a reminder that whatever he decided to do about Afridi, it would have to be soon.

He told his assistant he'd be gone the rest of the day. He hailed a cab on Lodhi Road and not long after was walking toward the bench where Krivi waited for him.

"You seem pale, my friend," Krivi said, concern written on his face. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. A little nausea earlier. I'm fine now."

"I have something to help with that," Krivi said. He took a bottle of white pills from his jacket pocket. "These will keep the nausea down and give you a
n energy boost."

Rao took the bottle. "Thank you. Is that why you wanted to meet? To give me these?"

"Partly. I wanted to give you this as well."

Krivi withdrew a clear plastic envelope containing a blue card from his jacket pocket.
The card had a magnetic stripe on it, like a credit card, only this card was bigger. Rao recognized the crossed swords and three headed lion of the Indian Army printed on the corner.

"Do you know what this is?" Krivi asked.

Rao felt a chill of recognition. "It looks like a code card, one that could be used to launch one of our missiles."

Krivi nodded. "That is exactly what it is."

"How did you get that?" Rao asked. In spite of himself he was shocked.

"
It doesn't matter. This card contains guidance data for an Agni III missile. The target is Islamabad."

Krivi handed the envelope and card to Rao.

"What do you want me to do with it?" Rao said. He already knew the answer.

"I want you to use it. It will only work with the Agni III. A shorter range missile might have been better, but this was the best I could do."

Agni III had a range of up to 5000 kilometers, overkill for a nearby target like Islamabad. It carried a nuclear warhead. Rao's mind was a jumble of thoughts.

"When? How? I hadn't planned on this."

"You'll know the right time to do it," Krivi said. "When the war starts, we can't risk a first strike from Pakistan. You know that Lanka will never launch first. By the time he realizes Pakistan's missiles are in the air, it will be too late. We must not let that happen."

India had an avowed policy of no first strike. Rao thought it a foolish policy that encouraged a potential enemy to deliver a first, fatal blow. Pakistan had enough missiles to destroy India. If India used her nuclear arsenal, Pakistan would cease to exist except as a radioactive wasteland. The threat of mutual assured destruction had so far kept the two countries from each other's throats.

Rao's mind was already thinking of how it might be done. A vision of a mushroom cloud rising over Islamabad filled his mind's eye.

Revenge.

"The codes change on a regular basis," Rao said. "How long is this good for?"

"Until the end of this month," Krivi said. 

CHAPTER
31

I
t was a beautiful October day, the kind of day that marked cooler weather and the onset of Indian Summer. Elizabeth was holding the regular morning briefing. The team sat in their usual semi-circle in front of her desk. The cat lay on his back in a patch of sunlight coming through the French doors to the patio, snoring.

Harker
's black suit jacket was draped over the back of her chair. She wore a white silk blouse with a Mao collar and black pearl buttons.

"
Ronnie is still in intensive care in an induced coma," she said. "He's stable. It's about the best we can hope for at the moment. Now we're going to move on. I want to find out who pulled the strings that got him shot. Steph thinks she has something. I'll let her brief you."

"My new program is up and running," Stephanie said.
"There are still a few bugs but it gives us more capability. For the moment, it's working fine."

"What did you find out?" Nick's voice was tinged with impatience.

Stephanie was annoyed. "I'm getting to it."

"Sorry."

"First, the call from the American Embassy to Abu Khan is a dead end. It came from an office phone on the third floor. Anyone could have used it when no one else was around."

Stephanie paused and took a sip of coffee from a mug bearing the logo of the Oakland Raiders.

"The intercepted calls between ISOK and the terrorists in the embassy are a different story," she said. "The records show the calls coming from Pakistan. We know Afridi hides out in Pakistan and we know where his base is. I wanted to confirm it was him, so I went looking for the exact location of the phone that made the calls."

S
he touched a key on her laptop. The office wall monitor came to life with an aerial view of a large city. She touched another key and the picture zoomed in on the roof of a tall building set back from a pleasant, tree-lined street. The roof of the building was studded with antennas and satellite dishes.

"
This is what I found. Doesn't look much like Pakistan, does it? The calls came from here."

"Where is it?" Nick asked.

"New Delhi." Steph sat back, looking pleased with herself. She waited.

Nick looked confused.
"Why would Afridi be in New Delhi?"

"
I have a better question," Selena said. "What building is that?"

"
It's the headquarters of the Research and Analysis Wing, India's CIA," Stephanie said.

"Holy shit," Lamont said.
"Spooks are behind this?"

"I'm pretty certain
Afridi isn't hanging out in the headquarters of RAW making phone calls."

"
If it wasn't Afridi, who was it?" Nick asked.

"I don't know," Steph said. "All I can tell you is that
those calls originated somewhere in that building."

Harker took a sip from a bottle of water on her desk.

"I guess we were right," she said.

"About what?"

"That it could be an intelligence agency making it look like Pakistan ordered the attacks. RAW's involvement changes everything," she said. "It makes things a lot more complicated."

"You think?" Lamont said.

Harker gave him a warning look. "Someone in that building has gone to a lot of trouble to make it look like ISOK and Pakistan are responsible for what's happened."

"It can't be a low level official," Nick said. "It
has to be someone who can use serious agency resources without anyone questioning what he's doing."

"
And who can keep it hidden," Lamont said.

"It's their CIA," Steph said. "Everyone who works there keep
s things hidden."

"What does it take to fake cell phone calls like that?"
Nick said.

"Planting a call is easy
, if you know what you're doing," Steph said. "Making it look like this is a different story. Even the NSA thinks those calls came from Pakistan."

"How high up
do you think it goes?" Selena asked Elizabeth.

"
Hard to tell. I don't think it's the man who runs the agency. He's a liberal, an appointee of the Prime Minister. The PM is afraid of getting into an armed conflict with Pakistan. The last thing either of them wants is a war."

Nick scratched his ear. "Steph,
you tracked the phone. Can you call it?"

Stephanie looked surprised. She began fiddling with the bracelets circling her left wrist.

"I never thought of that. Yes, if it still exists and it's turned on."

"So why don't we call and see who answers?" Nick said. "How long will it take you to do it?"

"I can do it right now."

Elizabeth said,
"Hold on, Nick. Let's talk about it first. What would be the point in calling him?"

"
Aside from finding out who answers? We could rattle the bastard's cage. "

"Why?"

"Why not? If he knows we're on to him, he may make a mistake that could expose him."

"I don't think
we should call him," Selena said. "He's smart, he won't rattle easily. All it would do is make him more dangerous."

"We have to find out who he is," Nick said.

"You think I don't know that?"

Harker
reached for her pen. "Steph, can you intercept calls made on that phone?"