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“I doubt it,” Lance said.

“So do I. Where are we on the Teddy Fay matter?”

“Moving along. Holly and her group are ensconced in St. Marks, and they’ve already made contact with Irene Foster.”

“How did they go about that?”

“It turned out to be quite easy. They’re staying at an i

“Her companion?”

“Yes, but it’s not Teddy; it’s someone she knew in Virginia before she retired, a building contractor named Harry Pitts.”

“Tell me why you believe he is not Teddy.”

“A different physical type, and he has hair, which Teddy was short of.”

“Are there any photographs of Teddy when he was younger, when he had more hair?”

“There are no photographs of Teddy at all.”

“Oh, yes, I knew that.”

“Have you checked out this Pitts fellow?”

“Yes, and he’s who he says he is. He was well known in the area for remodeling work-kitchens, that sort of thing. He sold his business last year and took up sailing. He sailed into St. Marks earlier this week and is staying at Irene’s.”

“As long as you’re satisfied.”

“If Teddy is on St. Marks-and I’m inclined to believe he is-then he’s not going to be very visible, and he’s certainly not going to be living at Irene’s house, not this soon. He would not just show up, but go to some lengths to insinuate himself gradually into the landscape.”

“I suppose. What has Holly learned about Irene?”

“That she’s lonely and probably drinks a little too much.”

“She didn’t when she was still here.”

“She’s acquired a reputation for picking up men and taking them home. She didn’t do that here, either.”

“Not that we know of.”

“It’s my assumption that if she did, you’d know it.”

“Well, she went through the usual periodic vetting and polygraph; we didn’t spend a lot of time spying on her. She was a trusted member of the Company for a long time, and she was bloody good at what she did.”

“That means if she was helping Teddy, she was good enough to hide it.”

“Certainly.”

“Holly and her crew are having di

“I’m impressed,” Kate said.

“Holly’s a very bright girl; what she lacks in formal Agency training, she makes up for in her personal experience in her military and police careers, and her ingenuity.”

“You think she’ll make station chief someday?”

“She’s smart enough; I think it will depend on whether that’s what she wants. She seems happiest in the field right now.”

“What about you, Lance? Do you think you’d make a good deputy director for operations?”

Lance hadn’t expected that, but he didn’t hesitate. “I believe I would, Kate.”

“Certainly, everything in your career points to that; you’ve done very well.”

“Thank you, Kate.”

“There’s an attitude among the older hands here that makes them suspicious of younger men who seem to want things a little too much. It’s almost British; the Brits don’t like naked ambition.”

“I’ve tried to keep my ambition very well clothed,” Lance replied.

Kate laughed aloud. “Yes, well, there is that.” She rearranged herself in her chair. “During the next four years-assuming my husband is reelected-I want to replace retiring senior people with very high quality younger people who will set the tone at the Agency for years, perhaps decades to come.”

“I’ve no doubt that he will be reelected, and I think there’s ample talent here for you to do that.”

“I must tell you that Dick Stone’s murder knocked a big hole in my plans. I thought he had it in him to be the best DDO in the history of the Agency, and that, after some time had passed, he might replace me when I go.”

“I’m in complete agreement on Dick’s brilliance; I worked for him for seven years, and I saw it at first hand. I learned a lot from him.”

“I believe you did, Lance, and that’s one of the main reasons you’re under consideration for the job he never had a chance to fill.”

“Thank you, Kate.”

“I know it’s difficult working for Hugh English, but he was kind enough to postpone his retirement and keep doing the job until our vetting procedure is complete. Be nice to him, won’t you?”

Lance had always found Hugh English grating, but he had been smart enough to keep it to himself and not join in the chorus of complaints from the other, younger men in his former station. “Of course; he’s a good man.”

“Lance, are you going to leave in a huff if you don’t get the job? Go out and make some money as a consultant for the networks and the oil companies?”

Lance was considering doing just that, if he didn’t get the job. He took a deep breath. “No,” he said. “I’m a career officer; I’m here for the long haul.”

“Good,” Kate said, getting to her feet. “Thank you, Lance; keep me posted on progress in St. Marks.”

“Certainly, Kate,” Lance said. He returned to his office more slowly than he had come. Could Lee really be considering him, or was that just a ruse to keep him pumped on the business in St. Marks?

The balance could tip either way, he thought. He’d have to do something to get a thumb on the scale.

13

Teddy Fay’s cell phone vibrated against his ribcage. “Yes?”

“Mr. Elliot?”

“Yes.”

“This is Tito, the maintenance manager at Nevis Aero Services.”

“Yes, Tito?”

“We’re just about done with the a

“The platinum plugs are fine, and go ahead and replace the tire. Do you have a replacement from the same manufacturer of the other two?”

“Yes, sir; they’re Goodyears, and we stock those. Will you be picking up the airplane when we’re done? It should be ready tomorrow.”

“What’s the bill going to come to?”

“A little under three thousand.”

“Charge it to the credit card number I gave you, and leave a copy of the bill on the seat. I’ve rented hangar number four, so put the airplane in there and lock it up. The combination on the lock is 4340.”

“Yes, sir; it’ll be in there by tomorrow night.”

“Thank you, Tito.”

“Let us know if you need anything else.”

“Will do.”

Teddy hung up and continued driving. Less than a minute passed before the phone vibrated again. “Yes?”

“Mr. Martin?”

“Yes?”

“This is Cornwall Shipping Agents; the shipment you told us to expect arrived this morning. It should clear customs by noon tomorrow.”

“Oh, good; what’s the tariff going to be?”

“Around eight hundred dollars.”

“All right; charge it to the credit card number I gave you.”

“Do you want it delivered?”

“How large is it?”

“Two wooden crates, one about eight feet long, the other about five feet. Not all that heavy, though.”

“I’ll pick them up tomorrow afternoon, then. Will they be ready to go?”

“Yes, sir, just back up to our loading dock and tell the man on duty you want shipment number 00028, and make sure he gives you both crates.”

“See you then.” Teddy hung up. This was all coming together very well, he thought. His purchase ostensibly included all the tools he would need, but he was going to have to buy a chain saw.

Right now, though, all Teddy needed was a drink.