The Jefferson Key by Steve Berry Read Free Book Online Page B

viewers’ attention while the same grainy videos of two mechanical devices sprouting from the Grand Hyatt hotel played over and over. Twenty-four-hour news was good for the first thirty minutes of a crisis, but after that it was overkill.
    He shook his head, thinking of his fellow captains.
    The damn fools.
    He knew it was their right to do as they pleased—majority ruled in the Commonwealth—but he’d been excluded from their vote, and that ran contrary to the Articles. Unfortunately, desperate situations bred desperate acts, and he understood their frustration. They were all facing prison and the forfeiture of everything their families had accumulated for the past three centuries. Their only hope rested with the single sheet of paper he now held, encased within its own plastic sheath.
    The second page of Andrew Jackson’s scathing letter.

    Since you adore secrets and plot your life along a path in the shadows, I offer you a challenge that should suit you. The sheet attached to this letter is a code, one formulated by the esteemed Thomas Jefferson. I am told he thought it to be the perfect cipher. Succeed in learning its message and you will know where I have hidden what you crave. Fail and you remain the pathetic traitors that you are today
.

    He stared at the page.
    Nine rows of random letters and symbols.

    Gibberish.

    My sincerest hope is that the unmanly course ascribed to you shall be your ruin and that I shall live to enjoy that day
.

    For 175 years the failure to solve Jefferson’s cipher had been a source of concern. Four times that concern had risen to possible ruin, and four times the situations had been handled.
    Now a fifth scenario had arisen.
    But contrary to what his colleagues might think, he hadn’t sat idle. He was working on a solution to their problem. Two separate paths, actually. Unfortunately, his compatriots may have now endangered both of those efforts.
    On the television, something new appeared.
    The image of Air Force One on the ground at John F. Kennedy International Airport. A scrolling banner at the bottom of the screen announced that a suspect had been apprehended trying to flee the Grand Hyatt, but had been released.
    Mistaken identity.
    NO WORD AS YET ON THE CONDITION OF THE PRESIDENT , WHOM WE ARE TOLD WAS TAKEN DIRECTLY TO AIR FORCE ONE .
    He needed to speak with Clifford Knox.
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    MALONE ENTERED AIR FORCE ONE . HE KNEW THE PLANE CONTAINED 4,000 square feet of carefully designed space on three levels, including a suite for the president, an office, staff accommodations, even an operating room. Usually when the president traveled, an entourage tagged along with him including a doctor, senior advisers, Secret Service, and the press.
    But the deck was devoid of anyone.
    He wondered if Daniels had been brought here for treatment and everyone cleared out.
    He followed Davis, who led him through the empty mid-deck to a closed door. Davis turned the knob to reveal a plush conference room, its exterior windows shuttered closed. At the far end of a long table sat Danny Daniels. Unscathed.
    “I hear you tried to kill me,” the president said.
    “If I had, you’d be dead.”
    The older man chuckled. “On that you’re probably right.”
    Davis closed the door.
    “You okay?” he asked the president.
    “No holes. But I got my skull popped when they threw me back into the car. Luckily, as many people have noted through the years, I have a hard head.”
    He noticed the typewritten note from the hotel room lying on the table.
    Daniels stood from the leather armchair. “Thanks for what you did. Seems like I’m constantly owing you. But as soon as we learned who they had in custody, and I read that note you were carrying, supposedly from Stephanie, we knew the shit had really hit the fan.”
    He didn’t like the tone. This conversation was leading somewhere.
    “Cotton,” Daniels said. “We have a problem.”
    “We?”
    “Yep. You
and
me.”

ELEVEN

    WYATT EXITED FROM THE SUBWAY