Текст книги "The Face of Deception"

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True. Maybe she was wrong. Money could move the world. She herself had been tempted by the bait he had dangled before her. Let Gary try his way first.

No offense. Just trying to help.

I know you were. Why should I take offense? Theres nothing wrong with money.

He stared at her in surprise.

I just dont like it used as a club.

But bribery is okay?

In certain cases.

He smiled. Like the Adam Fund?

Hell, yes.

Even when I used it to deceive you?

No, that wasnt right. She looked into his eyes. But I let you do it. Im not stupid. I knew there was something wrong, but I still took the chance. I wasnt like youI wasnt afraid someone was going to make a mistake and blow us all up. I wanted the money. I thought it would help and I was willing to run the risk. If I hadnt gone with you, none of this would have hap-pened. I wouldnt be in trouble and Mom would be safe. She shrugged. Id like to keep blaming you, but we all have to accept responsibility for our own actions.

That wasnt the impression I got, he said dryly. You wanted to cut my throat.

There are moments when I still do. You were wrong. But I was wrong too, and I have to live with it. She gazed out the window. I just dont want anyone else hurt because I was wrong.

Youre being very generous.

Im not generous, she said wearily. But I try to see things clearly. I learned a long time ago that its easy to blame everyone else when it hurts to blame yourself. But in the end you have to face it.

He went still. Bonnie?

We were at a school picnic at a neighborhood park. She wanted to go to the ice cream stand and get a cone. I was talking to her teacher and I let her go alone. There were kids and parents all around and the stand was only a short distance from the picnic table. I thought it was safe. It wasnt safe.

For Gods sake, how could that be your fault? he asked roughly.

I should have gone with her. Fraser killed her but I didnt care for her well enough.

And have you been wearing that hair shirt all these years?

Its hard not to second-guess yourself when you make a mistake as big as that.

He didnt speak for a moment. Why did you tell me?

Why had she told him? She usually avoided talking about that day; the memory was still a hideous raw wound. I dont know. I made you tell me about your wife. Ihellip; think it hurt you. I suppose I thought it was only fair to even the ground.

And you have an obsession about being fair.

I have to try. Sometimes it doesnt work. Some-times I find myself closing my eyes and hiding away in the dark.

Like you did with Quinn?

I didnt hide She was lying. Admit it, she had tried not to see everything about Joes life clearly. The image she had of him was too important to her. Maybe I did. But not usually. Not if I can help it.

I believe you.

She was silent a moment. What about Millicent Babcock? Will she be in danger if they find out Joe got a sample from her?

Harming her wouldnt be much use to them. Chadbourne has an aunt and three first cousins living. It would be pretty obvious if theyre all taken down. Besides, its Ben Chadbournes DNA thats the con-clusive proof. Shes probably safe.

Probably.

Probably her mother was safe. Probably Gary would not be hurt. Probably Millicent Babcock would not be killed.

Probably wasnt good enough.

She leaned her head back on the seat and closed her eyes.

Let it be good enough. No more deaths. Please, no more deaths.

WASHINGTON

11:05 p.m.

Mr. Fiske? Lisa Chadbourne leaned closer to the car window and smiled. May I get in? Its a little public out here.

Fiske glanced around the street and then shrugged. It looks pretty deserted to me.

Thats why I chose it. All the federal offices close at five in this neighborhood. She got in the pas-senger seat and shut the door. But Im sure youll understand that I cant take any chances. Im fairly recognizable these days.

True. The velvet-trimmed hood of her brown cape was pulled forward to shadow her features, but the minute she pushed it back, Fiske instantly recog-nized her. It really is you. I wasnt surehellip;

You were sure enough to hop a plane and come to Washington to meet me.

I was curious, and you said youd make me an offer that would intrigue me. Im always interested in advancing myself.

And you were flattered that I would go over Timwicks head and speak to you directly?

No. The conceited bitch thought he should fall all over himself just because she was the Presidents wife. You dont mean anything more to me than anyone else. I dont need you, you need me. Or you wouldnt be here.

She smiled. Youre right. You have a unique talent and an efficiency I appreciate. I told Timwick the way you handled the problem at Barrett House was admirable. She paused. But, unfortunately, Timwick is not as efficient and hes become nervous and irrational. Hes begun to disappoint me. You do realize that hes merely been channeling orders from me?

Not the President?

Definitely not the President. Hes not involved.

He was disappointed. It would have been a feather in his cap to have done this job for the most important man in the free world. Then I should be charging more money, shouldnt I?

Should you?

If he doesnt know about what youre doing, then hes a potential threat. If he was involved, he could protect me. You cant do shit.

Do you want to be protected, Fiske? I dont think so. Ive read your dossier and I dont believe thats one of your priorities. Youre not a man who relies on anyone but himself.

His gaze narrowed on her face with sudden in-terest. Smart. Money is protection.

Your fees are exorbitant. You probably have enough in a bank in Switzerland to live like a king.

Im worth my fee.

Of course you are. Im just pointing out that you could have retired in safety a long time ago. So why are you risking your neck doing this?

Theres never too much money.

She shook her head. You like it. You like the risk. You like the game. It gives you immense satisfaction, and the harder the game, the greater the risk, the better you like it. You love the idea of doing some-thing no one else can do. She paused. The most dif-ficult thing on earth is getting away with murder, isnt it? Thats the supreme challenge, the most inter-esting game.

Christ. Maybe too smart. Perhaps.

Dont be so wary. We all have our own agendas. I find your philosophy perfectly reasonable, and it happens to coincide perfectly with my needs. Thats why I chose you.

You chose me? Timwick chose me.

Timwick gave me a number of dossiers and he thinks we chose you together. I chose you, Fiske. I knew you were the one I needed. She smiled. And I knew you were the man who needed me.

I dont need anyone.

Of course you do. Im the one who can increase the difficulty of the game. I can give you a challenge that youve never been faced with before. Dont you find that idea exciting?

He didnt answer.

She chuckled. You do. I knew you would. Youre probably sick of working under Timwick. You like bold strokesdecisive, clean thinking. You wont have any problem with waffling from me.

Hed bet he wouldnt. Youre cutting Timwick out of the picture?

Im saying that you go back to Atlanta and check on Kessler. You pay lip service to Timwick, but you obey my orders and answer directly to me.

It would help me decide if I knew what all this is about.

She studied him. No, it wouldnt. You dont care. You think all of our complicated machinations are stupid. Youre just trying for a power hold. You appre-ciate power. Its part of the game.

His lips twisted. You think you know me that well?

She shook her head. But I know you well enough to survive you.

Do you? He put his hands around her throat. Did you ever realize how difficult it would be to kill the first lady and get away with it? Think what a kick it would be for me to show those bastards how stupid they are.

I thought about it. She stared directly into his eyes. But then youd be on the run and the game would be over. What a disappointment. I can stretch out the game for a long time.

His hands tightened until he knew there would be bruising. Hurt her, make her back down.

She didnt flinch. I have a list for you. Her voice was hoarse. Or, rather, an addendum to the list you were given before.

His grasp didnt loosen.

I knew youd like lists. I told Timwick so. Thats why he gave you She drew a deep breath as his hands fell away from her. Thank you. She rubbed her throat. Timwick told you to check out Kessler?

Yes, but he didnt seem to think it was impor-tant. Hes more concerned with Sandra Duncan.

Shes also important. I may have to make a decision about her shortly, but I dont want Kessler overlooked. Unless you reach him immediately, Kessler will be making DNA tests, probably not at the university. Find him. Dont let him have time to get the results.

DNA?

On the skull. You know about the skull.

He smiled. No, you tell me about it. Whats so important about that skull?

You know all youre going to know. Except that I want the skull and youre going to get it for me.

Am I?

I hope you are. Im not Timwick, Ill never take you for granted.

He tilted his head. Now, I wonder who you killed? A lover? A blackmailer?

I need that skull.

Youre an amateur, or you wouldnt be in all this hot water. You should have let an expert handle it.

I realize my mistake. Thats why Im having an expert handle the matter now. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Here. My private digital phone number is on the back. Unless its an emergency, please try not to call me before seven in the evening.

He looked down at the folded paper in his hand. Youre taking a chance. Your fingerprints must be all over Gloves. She was wearing leather gloves. Then I assume its also not handwritten?

Computer, and you wont find any prints on that sheet but your own. My phone is under another name and the paperwork is buried so deep that it would take years to unearth it. She reached for the door handle. Im very efficient too, Fiske. Thats why you and I will work so well together.

Im not saying Im agreeing.

Think about it. She got out of the car. Read the list and think about it.

Wait.

I have to get back. You can understand how dif-ficult it is for me to get away unnoticed.

But you did it. How? he asked, curious.

I explored those possibilities the first week I moved in. I wasnt about to become a prisoner. Its not too difficult.

And youre not going to tell me. He thought about it. There was a rumor about a subterranean tunnel linking the White House to the Treasury De-partment. Supposedly Kennedy used it when he wanted to meet Marilyn Monroe. Is that how

Would I tell you? Youd regard getting into the White House as a plum in your list of accomplish-ments. The difficulty factor might just make killing me too tempting to resist, and I want you focused elsewhere.

Shake the bitch. He suddenly leaned forward. There are at least thirty-five secret agents and over a hundred uniformed guards at the White House at any given time. Its good to know there are ways to avoid them.

Her face was without expression. You have the numbers down pat.

As you say, its a challenging scenario. The possi-bilities have always intrigued me.

But you have to remember that I have Timwick schedule those Secret Service men at times and places that make it easy for me to avoid them. Timwicks not going to help you.

Not even if I tell him that you asked me to meet you tonight?

You wont do that. It would be against your interests.

He was silent a moment. You dont fool me. You were scared like all the rest. I could feel your heart jump under my thumbs. Youre scared now.

I am. Some things are worth being scared about. Call me. She walked away from him and down the street.

Tough woman. Tough and smart and gutsy. A hell of a lot more guts than Timwick.

But maybe she was too smart. She had come very close in her assessment of him, and it made him un-easy. He didnt like the idea of anyone predicting how he would react in any given situation. He wasnt sure he liked the idea of working with a woman.

Read the list.

She had guessed how a man of his temperament would appreciate a list. But why had she thought reading her list would make him favor her?

He unfolded the paper and bent closer to the lights of the dashboard.

He started to laugh.

The phone rang as Lisa was walking into her bedroom.

Okay, Fiske said. He hung up the phone.

A man of quick decision and few words, she thought dryly as she returned her phone to her handbag. Not to mention a certain lethal impulsive-ness for which she had not been prepared. She would have to hide the bruises from Kevin tonight and wear a scarf tomorrow.

Lisa? Kevin called from the bedroom. Where have you been?

Just for a walk in the garden. I needed some air. She hung her cape in the closet and grabbed a bathrobe with a cowl neck. Now I need a hot shower. Ill be in soon, Kevin.

Hurry. I want to talk.

Talk. God, she wished it was only sex. Listening to Kevin ramble and inserting the appropriate praise and encouragement was a strain she didnt need. For a moment, when Fiske had put his hands on her throat, she had thought she was going to die. Han-dling Fiske was going to be very difficult.

But she could do it. She had to do it. Dont think about how frightened shed been. She had done good work tonight. Fiske was hers.

She stepped beneath the hot spray of the shower and let the water run over her. God, she felt dirty. Just being in the same car with that filthy murderer had made her feel contaminated.

But she was a murderer too.

Not like him. She would not see herself in the same light as that beast.

Dont think about him. She closed her eyes and commanded her muscles to relax. This was her mo-ment. Enjoy it. She had very little time to herself. She almost wished she were free like Eve Duncan.

What are you doing now, Eve Duncan? Is it as hard for you as it is for me? She leaned her head against the wall of the shower and whispered, Where are you, Eve?

Fiske would find her. Fiske would kill her and Lisa would be safe. Why was there no comfort in that thought?

Lisa? Kevin was outside the bathroom door.

Dammit, couldnt they let her have one moment alone? Coming. She stepped out of the shower and dried her tears. Christ, what was wrong with her? Fiske must have shaken her more than she could have believed. She slipped on her robe, zipping it up to the chin, then ran a brush through her hair.

Smile. Be warm and sympathetic. Dont let him see, dont let any of them see. She swung open the door and kissed Kevin on the cheek. Now, whats so important that you couldnt wait to tell me?

This isnt a very nice motel. I think there are bugs, Bonnie said

Eve turned over in bed We had to find a place that was unobtrusive. Bugs shouldnt make any difference to you. Youre ectoplasm, remember?

Bonnie smiled Anything that makes a difference to you makes a difference to me. You always hated bugs. She settled herself in the chair next to the bed I remember how you yelled at the exterminator when he didnt do a good job getting rid of the roaches in my room.

That had been the summer before Bonnie had disappeared.

Bonnies smile faded Oh, dear, I didnt mean to re-mind you of anything sad

Did it ever occur to you that your coming to me automatically reminds me of something sad?

Yes, but Im hoping someday youll realize that Im always with you.

Youre not with me.

Why are you trying to hurt yourself ? Just accept me, Mama. She changed the subject. You did a good job on Ben but, then, I knew you would.

So now you knew who it was all the time?

No, I keep telling you that I dont know every-thing. Just sometimes I get a feeling.

Like about the bugs in this crummy motel room? Thats pretty safe.

Bonnie giggled. It is, isnt it?

Eve found herself smiling. It was my first thought when I came into the room.

And you think Im using that? Bonnie clucked re-provingly. How suspicious you are, Mama.

Then tell me something I dont know. Tell me where you are.

Bonnie tucked one leg beneath her. I like Mr. Logan. I wasnt sure at first, but I think hes a good man.

Whoever said ghosts have good judgment.

Bonnie smiled slyly. Progress. Thats the first time you admitted I might not be your imagination.

The judgment of figments of imagination are questionable too.

Well, your judgment is pretty shaky too. You shouldnt be so hard on Joe.

Im not condemning Joe.

Yes, you are. Because of me. But hes a good man too, and he cares about you. Dont push him away.

Im very tired, Bonnie.

And you want me to go away

Never. Never go away. I want you to stop preaching at me.

Okay I just dont want you to be left alone. Her smile faded. Its dangerous for you to be alone now. Im afraid of all the bad things that are coming.

What bad things?

Bonnie shook her head

I can handle them.

You think you can handle anything because of what you went through with me. Maybe you can. But maybe you cant.

And maybe I dont want to handle them, she said wearily. Maybe I just want to let things happen. God, Im so tired of it all.

And Im tired of you mourning me.

Then go away and forget me.

Thats not an option, Mama. The remembering goes on forever, just like the love does. I just want you to be happy again.

Imhellip; content.

Bonnie sighed. Go to sleep. I guess theres no talking to you until youre ready.

Eve closed her eyes. Where are you, baby? she whispered I want to bring you home.

I am home, Mama. Whenever Im with you, Im home.

No, I need you to

Hush, go to sleep. Thats what you need right now.

Dont tell me what I need. What I need is to find out where you are so that I can bring you home. Maybe then I wouldnt have these crazy dreams about you.

Theyre not crazy and youre not crazy. Youre just stubborn.

And youre not?

Sure, Im your daughter. Im entitled. Go on to sleep, and Ill just stay here and keep you company for a while.

So I wont be alone?

Yes, so you wont be alone.

SEVENTEEN

NAVAL MEDICAL CENTER

BETHESDA, MARYLAND

7:45 A.M.

"I am hurrying, Lisa. Scott Marens hand tightened on the phone. For Gods sake, I have to be careful. Youve got media crawling all over this place. Ive switched the teeth X rays, but its not going to be as easy to switch the DNA samples.

But you can do it? Lisa asked. Youve got to do it, Scott.

Ill do it, he said wearily. I told you Id take care of you.

Do you think Im worried only about myself? Its you. I feel so guilty that I let you help me. No one must know.

Its not your fault. I bought into it. He had bought into it over twenty years ago, when Lisa had come to his apartment and theyd become lovers. She hadnt been married to Ben then, and their affair had lasted only a year, but the short duration hadnt mat-tered. Hed loved Lisa since theyd met that first year at Stanford. In spite of the nightmare shed brought into his life, he loved her still. The pattern was set and couldnt be broken. It will be all right.

I know it will. Youve never failed me.

And I never will.

Let me know when its finished. She paused. Im very grateful, Scott. I dont know how to repay you.

I didnt ask to be repaid. But Lisa had made sure that he had benefited after Bens death. Honor, fame, money. But they werent enough. When she left the White House he would see that she came to him as she should have all those years before. She didnt realize that they were bound closer now than they had ever been before.

I dont know what I would have done without you, Scott.

Lisa in bed. Lisa laughing at his jokes. Lisa with tears in her eyes as she told him she was going to marry Ben. Ill let you know when I have news for you.

Good-bye, Scott. She hung up.

Dr. Maren?

He turned around to see a red-haired young man in an orderlys uniform standing in the doorway. Yes? Am I wanted?

Not that I know about. The young man came into the office and closed the door. My name is Gil Price. Id like to talk to you.

BAINBRIDGE

8:40 A.M.

Chris Tellers laboratory was located in a small building on the outskirts of Bainbridge. Its clapboard walls were covered with ivy and it looked more like a Yale fraternity house than a science lab. Even the sign on the lab was so small, Eve would have missed the building entirely if she hadnt been closely fol-lowing Gary.

Teller Laboratories.

This is the home of state-of-the-art science? Logan murmured.

Everything isnt the way it appears on the sur-face. Gary trusts him, so I do too. She parked beside Garys Volvo in the parking lot and waited. When Gary got out of his car and came toward her, she asked, Do you want us to go in with you, Gary?

If you want to blow any chance I have, he said dryly. This may be a small southern town, but they do have television sets and newspapers. Stay here. I may be a while.

She watched him walk briskly into the building. His step was eager, vigoroushellip; young. Ivanhoe going into the fray against the Black Knight, she thought apprehensively.

Easy. Logan gently pried her clenched fingers from the steering wheel. Hes not going to face any-thing more than rejection in there.

Right now. We should never have let him come.

I doubt if we could have stopped him. He leaned back in the seat. Whats the process? You said it might take days even if Kessler can persuade him to accelerate. Why does DNA identification take so long?

Its the radioactive probe.

Probe?

She raised a brow. Are you trying to distract me, Logan?

Yes, but I really dont know the process. He shrugged. Except what I learned in the 0.J. Simpson trial. And that courtroom hardly provided a definitive, unbiased course on DNA.

The DNA strand we took from Ben will be dis-solved in a solution of enzymes that target specific points on the strand and cut it into fragments. A small amount of DNA is put in a tray with a special gel, then a current of electricity is sent through the gel. The current pulls the fragments along and arranges them by length and weight.

And where does the probe come in?

The technician transfers the fragments to a nylon membrane and the radioactive probe is applied to it. The probe seeks out and marks specific points on the DNA. X-ray film is placed over it for several days to develop. When thats done, the DNA will ap-pear as dark bands on the X-ray film.

And thats the DNA print?

She nodded. Thats the DNA profile and theres only a one-in-a-million chance that anyone else might have the same profile.

And theres no way of accelerating the probe?

Theres one method Ive been hearing about lately, but its been slow to catch on in the laborato-ries. Its called chemiluminescence. The radioactive probe is replaced by a chemically activated probe that interacts with chemical reagents that then release light in the form of photons.

What are photons?

Particles of light. Whichever area of the X-ray film they strike will be exposed, and the result is the same dark bands of DNA youd see with the ra-dioactive probe method. Most of the big labs have started using chemiluminescence, but I dont know if this small lab has. Gary will tell us. Keep your fingers crossed.

I hoped

I told you it might not be overnight.

Several dayshellip;

Stop repeating that, she said sharply. I know we dont have that much time. Maybe Gary will have good news.

I hope so. He paused. Youre clenching again.

She deliberately loosened her grip on the steering wheel. And youre not helping.

Im trying, he said quietly. Ill do anything I can. Do you want me to go into the lab and send Kessler away? Ill do it. Hell, Im aching to do some-thing, anything. Im tired of standing aside and let-ting everyone else take the risks.

Oh, God, another Ivanhoe. She would never have thought it of Logan. But maybe she should have, con-sidering that year of agonized frustration hed spent with his dying wife. He was not a man who would easily accept or recognize defeat.

Well?

He was trying to hide his eagerness, but it was there. Beneath that cool, tough exterior lay a desire to smash something.

Jesus, men were idiots.

Dont you dare. Ive no desire to end up in jail or some loony bin because youre bored and want to loose all your Neanderthal instincts.

She could see he was disappointed, but he shrugged philosophically. I dont believe Neanderthals were ever bored. Their brains were too undeveloped, their life span too short, and they spent most of their time just keeping alive.

The comparison is close enough to be apt.

He made a face. Ouch. Which part?

He was no Neanderthal. He was smart and charismatic and she was learning that the code guiding his life was as inflexible as the one that guided hers. She looked away from him. You were telling me the truth, werent you? It really wasnt politics. Youre doing this because you think youre saving the world.

Hell, no. Im doing it because Im afraid not to do it. Because theres a chance that the sky could fall and I dont want to look back and know I stood aside and let it happen. He took her chin in his hand and turned her head to look into her eyes. Id feel re-sponsible. Like you, Eve.

Hair shirt? she whispered.

I dont believe in them. You do what you can and then you go on.

His touch was disturbing. His words, the way he thoughthellip; He was disturbing. She turned her head and gazed out the window. Or you learn to live with your hair shirt.

That option is unacceptable, he said harshly. Choosing a career like yours was probably the worst possible thing you could have done. Why didnt someone stop you? Why didnt Quinn keep you on that island until you healed, until the memory dimmed a little?

She looked at him in wonder. He was so wrong. Why couldnt he understand? Because he knew it was the only way Id survive.

Is this surviving? Youre a workaholic, you have no personal life, youre the most driven woman Ive ever met. You need

Back off, Logan.

Why the hell should He drew a deep breath. Okay, Ill drop it. Its none of my business, right?

Right.

Then, dammit, why does it feel like my business?

Youre used to running things.

Yeah, thats it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. My organizational instincts. When I see waste, I dive in and try to get rid of it. He stabbed savagely at the numbers on the keypad. And, Christ, am I seeing a wasteland in you.

My life isnt a waste. Far from it. Who are you phoning?

Gil.

Now? Why?

Its past time I heard from him. He pressed the send button. And I need a distraction at the mo-ment. Big-time.

So did she, she thought, relieved. The past few minutes had been too intense and upsetting, and her present life was already in such chaos.

Whats happening? Logan said into the phone. Why the hell havent you contacted me, Gil? Yes, I am surly, dammit.

He listened. Dont be stupid. It could be a trap. Marens already killed one man.

Eve stiffened.

Dont do it. He listened again. Yes, shes here. No, I wont let you talk to her. Talk to me.

Eve held out a hand.

He muttered a curse and handed her the phone. Hes an idiot.

I heard that, Gil said. Johns a little testy, isnt he? Thats why I wanted to talk to you. I really dont need to be yelled at in my present state.

What state is that?

Im walking a tight line. Maren is one cool customer.

You spoke to him about the deal?

He denied everything and pretended he didnt know what I was talking about.

Thats a logical reaction. I didnt think it would work.

But I think it did work. I could see I was hitting the bulls-eye. Maren didnt call the hospital security guards. Thats a good sign. I told him to think about it and meet me at a designated place on the Potomac near the C and O canal. Tonight at eleven.

He wont come. Hell talk to Lisa Chadbourne and theyll set a trap for you.

Maybe.

No maybe. Her hand clenched on the tele-phone. You and Logan told me she probably per-suaded him to kill for her. Do you think hes going to believe shed betray him?

Hes a very smart man. Its not easy to fool him. Its hard for me to believe hed let her talk him into killing Chadbourne in the first place. I think I can make him see that he has to cut his losses and get out before hes history.

Dont meet him, Gil.

I have to meet him. If I wrap up Maren, weve got Lisa Chadbourne. Ill let you know how it goes. Gil hung up.

She handed the phone back to Logan. Hes going to do it.

Hes an idiot, Logan said between his teeth.

You said he was a professional and knew what he was doing.

I never said his judgment was infallible. The meeting tonight is a mistake.

She thought it was a mistake too. Unless Lisa Chadbournes hold on Maren had weakened, there was no way hed betray her. And she would never allow that hold to be broken.

Until she broke it herself.

Shes going to be angry.

What?

Lisa Chadbourne. I think she probably regards Maren as her property. Shes going to be angry that were trying to take him away from her.

Its hardly reasonable shed feel possessive of a man she intends to dispose of.

Whos to say shes always reasonable? She has emotions like everyone else. Shes going to be on edge and maybe a little panicky when she finds out were close to Maren. It will be a surprise. She wont have realized wed made that connection.

Gil could be right. Maren might not tell her.

You dont believe that.

He shook his head.

Then what are we going to do?

Youre going to wait here with Kessler. Im going to fly up to Washington and go with Gil to that meeting.

You could be recognized.

Screw it.

Or caught in the same trap.

Ditto. He got out of the car and went around to the drivers side. Ill need the car. Ill drive to Sa-vannah and hop a plane from there. You drive back to the motel with Gary.

She slowly got out, then reached into the back-seat and retrieved Bens case. What about the test results?

You get them. You said it might be days. He slipped behind the wheel. Im no help here anyway.

And Ivanhoe had action to be taken and a castle to be won.

She wanted to hit him.

Phone and let me know what happens. She opened the passenger door of Garys Volvo. Pro-viding youre alive to do it.

Ill be alive. He started the car. Ill be back to-morrow. You should be safe. He frowned. Should isnt good enough. I cant take the chance. Ill call Kessler from the airport and get him to pay one of Tellers security guards to go to the motel and keep watch until I get back.

And what excuse is he going to give Teller?