Chapter Twenty-Three 7 page

“Absolutely,” Savard said. “I serve at your command, with pleasure.”

Cam stood, careful not to favor her aching hip. She didn’t want Stark or Savard, and especially not Blair, to know how much it hurt. “Contact Felicia tonight and tell her we’ll meet here at 0700, not in the West Wing. It’s time to close our doors to any eyes and ears except our own.”

Blair walked Stark and Savard to the door, then returned to Cam. “I know there wasn’t much time before the briefing, but I wish you’d told me about leaving for Whitley Point earlier.”

“I know. My timing has been off with everything tonight.” Cam cupped Blair’s cheek. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t meant to blindside you.”

Blair sighed. “You’re forgiven.”

“Thanks,” Cam said, meaning it. She was in pain, she was facing enemies she couldn’t identify, and she needed Blair now more than ever.

“Your hip hurts, doesn’t it?” Blair said, resting her hands gently on Cam’s waist.

“I thought I was doing a good job of hiding it.” Cam laughed softly at Blair’s expression. “It’s getting stiff pretty fast.”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“In a minute. I need to talk to Diane.”

“She’s hurting, too, Cam,” Blair said softly.

“I know. I’ll do my best not to make it worse.”

“Your best,” Blair whispered, kissing her. “Yes, that will do.”

“I know how much she means to you, and I’m very fond of her. I’m not going to let anything happen to her.”

“Do you ever get tired, taking care of others?”

Cam frowned. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Blair smiled and kissed Cam again. “I know you don’t, and that’s another reason that I love you. I’ll be waiting.”

“And that,” Cam whispered, “is just what I need.”

Blair watched her walk away, knowing she was hiding her pain. She wanted to shield Cam and keep her safe, and knew Cam wanted the same for her. She feared it was a wish neither of them could fulfill.

Chapter Eleven

Diane, in royal blue silk pajamas, sat propped against the pillows, an open book in her lap. She smiled wanly at Cam. “I’ve been trying to read, but I can’t remember a single sentence.”

“I’m sorry to disturb you.”

“Don’t be silly. How do you feel?”

“I’m fine.” Cam left the door open an inch and leaned against the wall, her arms loosely at her sides. “In light of what’s happened, I’d like you and Blair to leave for Whitley Point tomorrow morning.”

“I hadn’t planned on leaving so soon.”

Cam followed Diane’s gaze as she glanced unconsciously at her cell phone on the table next to the bed. “If Valerie calls, she can reach you there as well as anywhere else.”

“I know.”

“But you’re hoping to see her here, aren’t you?” Cam asked gently.

Diane sighed. “Am I that transparent?”

“No. I’d feel the same way if I were you.” Cam’s chest tightened just thinking about Blair suddenly disappearing with no word. Perhaps forever. But she couldn’t make command decisions based on what she felt, or how deeply she ached for Diane’s pain. No one would be safe then.

“Sit down,” Diane said, indicating the bed. “You’ve had a difficult night.”

Cam grinned as she sat on the foot of the bed. “You saw her today, didn’t you?”

“Is that why you and Blair were fighting?”

“Nice evasive maneuver,” Cam murmured. Assuming that Blair wouldn’t mind Diane knowing what had gone on between them, she answered honestly. “We were fighting because I thought she should have told me about Valerie showing up today and she didn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be. Blair and I don’t always see things the same way, but I understand why she made the decision she did.”

Diane studied Cam curiously. “And that makes it all right?”

“No,” Cam laughed. “But it usually means I don’t stay angry very long.”

“She’s lucky.”

“That works both ways.”

“You’re right. I did see Valerie. She was at The White House today.” Diane smiled fleetingly at Cam’s look of consternation. “It’s a boutique in Georgetown. We talked for a few minutes.”

“Did she say where she was staying?”

Diane shook her head.

“Phone number?”

Again, Diane shook her head.

“Did she say why she’s hiding?”

“No. But I got the distinct impression that she was in trouble, serious trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

Diane picked at the corner of the book in her lap, recalling Valerie’s haunted look and the way she’d reacted when the stranger came into the stairwell. When she met Cam’s calm gaze hers was cut through with anguish. “She acted as if someone was going to hurt her.”

“I need to talk to her. You need to tell her that. Tell her if she meets with me, she can walk away no matter what she tells me.”

“Do you really think she betrayed you? Or our country? After helping you in the first place?” Diane’s voice trembled and she looked away, biting her lip. “How can you think that when you’ve held her?”

Cam’s stomach churned, and for an instant she remembered the dark nights that might have been endless if it hadn’t been for Valerie. Claire, as she knew her then. Claire’s tenderness and her uncanny ability to absolve guilt without demanding explanations had kept her together when everything inside was breaking.

“They recruited her when she was a teenager,” Cam said. “Part of the indoctrination is to isolate the recruits from everyone outside the system. Family, friends, everyone. Your handler becomes your primary point of contact for everything—he or she becomes your emotional and physical touchstone. Sometimes no one else even knows your name. Soon you forget you ever had another life.”

“What are you saying?” Diane’s expression verged on horror. “That she’s been brainwashed?”

“No, only that she’s been trained—relentlessly and expertly conditioned—to follow orders without question. How else do you think a woman like Valerie could have done the things she’s done in the name of her country?”

“She didn’t make love to you for her country.”

Cam flinched but kept her eyes level on Diane’s. “Maybe not after the first time.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so worried about her.” Diane pushed her hair back from her face with an unsteady hand. “And I know that she needs your help or something terrible is going to happen to her. Please, Cam. Don’t abandon her.”

“I want to find her,” Cam said vehemently. She leaned forward, her hand flat on the bed next to Diane’s ankle. “Until we get the real people behind the attack on Blair at the Aerie, Valerie is in danger. And if Valerie is in danger, so are you—and so is Blair.”

“Blair isn’t in danger if I’m not with her.” Diane swung her legs off the bed and jumped to her feet. “I’ll leave now.”

Cam rose and caught Diane’s shoulders as she rushed toward the closet. “No. You’re staying with us.”

Diane spun around to face Cam and tried to push her away. “Let me go.”

“Diane.” Cam ignored the screaming pain in her shoulder as Diane fought her. “You’re not alone. And neither is she.”

“Oh,” Diane gasped, tears filling her eyes. “I’m so frightened.”

Cam gathered her close, stroking Diane’s hair as Diane buried her face against her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay.”

After a moment of silent sobs, Diane leaned away from Cam and brushed at her cheeks. Shakily, she said, “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like for you to hold me.”

“Overrated, probably.”

Diane smiled. “No.”

Cam eased her grip and stepped back. “If she calls you, tell her I’ll bring you to her. Tell her…tell her to go to the first place she and I met.”

“Why? Why would you do that? It has to be breaking some kind of rule or other.”

“There are no rules anymore, Diane.”

“I trust you.”

“Thank you.”

Diane wrapped her arms around herself. “Oh God, what if she doesn’t call me? What if she doesn’t trust me?”

Cam paused at the door. “If she risked exposure today to see you, she’ll call, and soon. Give her my message. And then come and get me.”

“Do you really think Valerie’s going to call her?” Blair asked after Cam described the conversation.

“I do. Probably tonight.” Cam unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. She sat on the side of the bed and unbuttoned her shirt. Blair, in a threadbare T-shirt, was already under the covers.

“If she does, you’re not going,” Blair said, lifting the sheets.

Cam slipped underneath with a sigh. Turning onto her uninjured left side, she pillowed her head against her bent arm and smiled tiredly at Blair. “Let’s get some sleep, baby.”

Blair caressed Cam’s cheek. “Yes. You need it. And you’re still not going out if she calls.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. And you’re still not going.”

“If I don’t, Diane is either going to try to get to her herself, or Valerie’s going to risk another rendezvous with Diane. Either way, they’ll both be vulnerable if Valerie is a target.”

“I hate it when you’re reasonable.”

Cam smiled. “I know. I do it just to make you crazy.”

Blair kissed her. “It’s working.” She slid an arm beneath Cam’s shoulder and drew her closer, pillowing Cam’s head against her breast. “How are you feeling?”

“Not that bad. The ibuprofen finally kicked in.”

“Why can’t Valerie come here?”

“Because you’re here,” Cam mumbled. “Too hard to secure.”

“Why can’t she come to Whitley Point?”

“What?” Cam said, her mind fuzzy with near sleep.

“You said yourself Whitley Point is going to be far easier to defend.”

Blair waited in the silence, caressing Cam’s neck and shoulders. Eventually when she realized Cam was asleep, she turned off the light and closed her eyes. She drifted on the border between sleep and consciousness, some part of her needing to feel Cam in her arms, to know that she was safe. A knock sounded on the door, and she reluctantly slid from bed, uncertain how long she’d been asleep. When Cam did not wake up, Blair knew just how much the accident had taken out of her. She crossed the room stealthily and opened the door a crack.

“I’m sorry,” Diane whispered from the hall. “I’m sorry, but I need to talk to Cam.”

“Scotch, please,” Cam said as she eased onto a stool at the far end of the highly-polished mahogany bar in the nearly deserted Four Seasons Hotel lounge, just before 1:00 a.m. She was as certain as she could be that she hadn’t been followed. Assuming that someone was watching her building, she had left by the rear service doors and walked to the nearest Metro stop. En route, she’d checked carefully for a tail and saw no indication of one, but while she waited for her drink, she scanned the room.

At first glance, the area appeared secure. Three business types, two men and a woman, sat around a cocktail table near the windows discussing market shares and margins just loudly enough for her to catch snippets of their conversation. A lone man in a rumpled suit talked on a cell phone while he peered at a laptop computer and tapped frantically on the keyboard with his free hand. A fortyish woman in jeans and a sweater sat hunched at the opposite end of the bar, scribbling in a notebook and sipping absently from a glass of white wine.

Cam, intending to appear like a late-night business traveler, had dressed in a cotton shirt and lightweight wool trousers beneath a casual leather jacket and had exchanged her usual shoulder harness for a hip holster. She nursed her Scotch and waited fifteen minutes before calling the bartender over.

“You know, I must’ve gotten my signals crossed. I just got in from the airport and I was supposed to meet a colleague here. We’ve got a big meeting in the morning…”

“A lot of people come through here,” the stocky bartender said.

“We’ve never actually met in person. Only on the phone,” Cam said, as reluctant to give a description as he was to disclose anything about patrons. She patted her pockets as if looking for something. “Hell, maybe I got the time wrong. I thought for sure Claire said—”

“Claire.” The bartender smiled. “Yeah, she was here for a couple of minutes, but left when you didn’t show. She said if anyone came looking, to tell them room 418.”

“Thanks.” Cam dropped a ten dollar bill on the bar as she rose. “You saved me a lot of embarrassment in the morning.”

She took her time walking to the elevators, once again covertly observing those around her. Satisfied that no one was watching, she rode to the conference level and stepped off. She couldn’t access the room floors without a keycard and hadn’t planned to anyway. As expected, the foyer was empty in the middle of the night. She picked up a house phone and dialed 836.

“I’m here. Third floor.”

“I’ll come down.”

Two minutes later the elevator stopped and Valerie stepped off. She immediately pushed the up button, shaking her head in irritation as if she’d forgotten something. She did not look at Cam, who stood nearby. An up-elevator stopped and they both stepped into the empty car. Valerie, in narrow, low heeled black boots, a black boatneck sweater with a wide band at the waist, and flaring black silk slacks, looked very much as she had the first time Cam had seen her. Her hair was shorter and, rather than platinum blond, was now shot through with red highlights. Her elegant near-patrician features were strained.

The door opened on the eighth floor and Cam followed Valerie to room 836. Once inside, Cam removed her leather jacket and laid it over the back of the antique desk chair. The room was typical for the Four Seasons, with a king size bed and a formal sitting area complete with sofa, end tables, coffee table, and a minibar.

“Scotch?” Valerie asked, her voice as rich and mellow as the whiskey she offered.

“A short one,” Cam said as she walked into the sitting area.

Valerie poured an inch of the smoky liquor into two crystal rock glasses and offered one to Cam. “You didn’t bring Diane.”

Cam shook her head and drank off half the Scotch. “Did you think that I would?”

Valerie smiled softly. “No. I knew that you wouldn’t, especially after giving her the message that you would meet me here.”

“Sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be. I didn’t want her to come. I was calling her to tell her that.” Valerie sat on the sofa and sipped her Scotch, her expression distant. “I couldn’t walk out twice without saying goodbye.”

“Going somewhere?” Cam sat next to Valerie.

“What happened to your face?”

“Someone tried to run me down not far from my apartment tonight.”

Valerie lightly touched one finger to Cam’s chin, tilting her face toward the lamp. “Blair must be wild.”

“Good deduction.”

“If your face looks like this, I imagine the rest of you is pretty sore too.”

“You would be right again,” Cam said, aware that Valerie’s hand was shaking. “How are you doing?”

“I’ve been more comfortable.” Valerie dropped her hand into her lap. “You know it wasn’t me.”

“In the vehicle that tried to turn me into road kill? I know. What I don’t know is what else is going on.”

“Neither do I.” Valerie shifted until her knee lightly touched Cam’s leg. “You remembered our system.” She smiled almost wistfully. “The first time you called the service and I met you downstairs in the bar, I was surprised.”

“About what,” Cam asked gently. She was in no hurry. There was too much between them not to let Valerie say what she needed to say.

“You were gorgeous. I couldn’t imagine that a woman like you would need to…”

“Pay for it?” Cam said with a sardonic shrug.

“Find comfort with strangers.”

Cam smiled. “We’re not strangers now.”

Valerie rested her fingers lightly on Cam’s forearm. “No, we’re not. But you don’t altogether trust me, do you?”

“I know you’re a professional and I know that you’ll follow orders. Your orders might be at odds with my mission.”

“You want Matheson,” Valerie said with certainty. “And so do I.”

“Someone warned him before we could get to him.”

“I know that. What I don’t know is who.”

“The leak had to come from you,” Cam said mildly.

Valerie sighed. “Yes. I know.”

“Your handler?”

Valerie looked pained. “I don’t know. I hope not. I’ve known him fifteen years.” She met Cam’s gaze, an apology in her eyes. “I’ve told him a lot in those fifteen years.”

Cam grimaced. “I’ve already come to terms with the fact that my private life isn’t private and hasn’t been for some time. What’s his name?”

Valerie hesitated.

“Jesus, Valerie,” Cam snapped. “If he’s not dirty it won’t matter. If he is, we need to know because he’s probably not the only one. Do you seriously think that Matheson could pull off something like the assault on Blair with only one contact on the inside? For all we know, he’s got a network. For all we know, he’s going to try again.”

Cam jumped to her feet, too wired to sit, and winced at the sudden surge of pain that sliced down her back and into her right leg. She barely bit back a groan.

Valerie grasped her hand. “Sit down, Cameron. You’re in too much pain to stand.”

“What’s his name?” Cam looked down at Valerie and at their hands, still joined, remembering. She had held this woman in the night. She had come in her arms. She had found some semblance of peace in her touch during the darkest hours of her life. And she had loved her as much as she’d been able to then.

“Henry,” Valerie said softly. “That’s all I know.”

“Fifteen years and you never tried to find out more?”

Valerie shook her head. “That’s not the way things are done.”

Cam gently released Valerie’s hand and sat down again. “I know. Do you think he’s the link?”

Pain flashed across Valerie’s face and was quickly erased. “I don’t know. And until I do, I can’t contact him or anyone else on the inside.”

“Where were you planning to go?”

“Just before 9/11 we began to see intelligence that there was an active cell in France, possibly Paris, working with other cells in Europe and the Middle East. They were rumored to be planning a coordinated attack here.”

Cam swore and struggled to keep her temper in check. “Why didn’t anyone else know this?”

“Cameron,” Valerie said with a resigned sigh. “You know how every agency guards its intelligence. And certainly those of us in the field were never told anything. I didn’t learn this until after everything happened.”

“When they sent you to work with us,” Cam said bitterly. She’d been used, and although it hadn’t been the first time and in all likelihood wouldn’t be the last, she resented it.

“Yes. They were hoping we might find a lead to the cell in Paris in the course of investigating Foster.”

“What do you think you can do there on your own?”

Valerie shrugged, clearly frustrated. “I don’t know. Possibly nothing. But if I don’t find the link that ties Foster and Matheson and the Company together, I’m never going to be able to come in.”

“Come in now, with me.”

“I trust you, but you can’t protect me once I’m visible. And we both know the easiest way to make this all go away is to eliminate me.” Valerie drained her Scotch and set the glass carefully on the end table. “Whoever tried to run you down tonight probably knows about our relationship. Killing you would cut off one more avenue of escape for me.”

“I came to the same conclusion,” Cam said, hoping Blair hadn’t.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Cam laughed wearily. “For believing in the Company line, or for meeting me in the bar that first night?”

“Certainly not the latter. I’m coming to regret the first. I’m already responsible for one attempt on your life. I don’t want to be the cause of another.”

“I’m your best shot, and you know it.” Cam stood. “If you let me bring you in, I give you my word no one will know until we’ve identified Matheson’s source. I’ll personally guarantee that you are protected.”

“I don’t want to spend months, possibly years, in a safe house, Cam.” Valerie laughed. “God knows, if I wanted to disappear and start over as someone else, I could. I’m tired of being someone else. I want out.”

Cam made a decision based on everything she knew, and more importantly, on everything she believed. “Work with me and my team to find Matheson, and I’ll get you out.”

“I’m not sure even you can do that, Cameron.” Rising, Valerie slid her hand to the back of Cam’s neck and kissed her on the cheek. “I need to think about it.”

“The longer you stay under, the worse it looks.”

“I know.”

“What about Diane?”

“I shouldn’t have contacted her today. It was selfish.” Valerie hooked her arm through Cam’s as they walked toward the door. “I won’t try to see her again.”

Cam gave her a secure phone number as she shrugged into her jacket. “No one will know. You have my word.”

“I won’t be here in the morning, in case you were wondering.”

“I won’t come after you, not unless I have to.”

“Thank you.” Valerie smiled sadly. “Goodnight, Cameron.”

Cam drew her into a gentle embrace. “Call me. Soon.”

Chapter Twelve

Wednesday

Thomas Jefferson Matheson picked up the phone on the first ring. If he hadn’t been listening for it, he wouldn’t have recognized the faint buzz emanating from the electronic jammer. He’d put his own people on surveillance duty as soon as he’d gotten word of where the bait had landed. Trusting an agent he couldn’t directly control was not ideal, and he wanted his own back-up plan in place if he needed to settle matters himself. “Yes?”

“Nothing to report, sir.”

“No activity during the night?”

“No sir. Everyone is still in the apartment.”

“Really.” Matheson swallowed a generous mouthful of steaming coffee, ignoring the burn in the back of his throat. He’d slept well, risen before dawn, and worked out vigorously in the hotel health club for an hour. And he’d had a most satisfactory evening. “No one in or out?”

“Well…” his man said hesitantly.

Matheson heard the rustle of papers.

“Routine movement reported at…ah…around 1900 yesterday. Roberts went for a run…several hours later security changed shift… uh, today…three subjects arrived at 0800, most likely for start of shift briefing. Nothing beyond that.”

“You seem to be missing a few details in your report.”

“Yes sir. What would that be, sir?”

Matheson smiled, picturing the man squirming. He was new. “At 1932 last night, Roberts was struck by a passing motorist and may have sustained substantial injuries.” He still felt a surge of pleasure thinking about the flicker of shock on her face as he bore down on her. When

he’d had the good fortune of passing by just as she exited the building, his only intention had been to follow her. But the longer he’d watched her pound through the streets as if she owned them while he hid like impotent prey, the more his anger had grown. She had destroyed his compound and killed some of his best boys, and now she stood in the way of him completing his mission. She needed to be neutralized. “Apparently your surveillance team didn’t think it necessary to cover her.”

To the man’s credit, he defended his team. “I’m sure they felt it more important to watch for any contact between our critical target and those on site, sir.”

“It’s just as strong a possibility that Lawrence will contact Roberts. I expect Roberts will move her base today. It’s what I would do after a pre-emptive strike. As soon as you have a new location, contact me. Bleeker is the bait, but Roberts is in command. Without her, they’ll break ranks.”

“Yes sir. I’ll relay your orders.”

“Be prepared to take action soon.” Matheson felt his groin tingling as he considered a plan to turn the hunters into quarry. “I’m growing tired of this waiting game.”

“Are you sure you want me to come with you?” Diane asked as she packed her suitcase. “I know what Cam said, but—”

“If you weren’t already here, we’d come and get you.” Blair sat cross-legged on the bed in blue jeans and a long-sleeved navy T-shirt. Her hair was loose and she was barefoot. “I can’t believe I let you go back to Manhattan alone in the first place.”

“Who knew that these people… these maniacs… who tried to hurt you would keep coming? How can they possibly think they can gain power in this country? We aren’t some third world dictatorship that’s likely to topple at the slightest show of violence.”

Blair shrugged. “They’re fanatics. Look at all the paramilitary and right wing fundamentalist groups springing up across this country. They think they can change the order of things, and they’re recruiting more people all the time who agree.”

“God, it’s like those zealots who shoot abortion doctors and think that’s going to stop the pro-choice movement.” Diane looked at Blair in confusion. “I can hardly believe it’s real.”

“I can’t believe we didn’t see it coming, and after what happened last month, I don’t think it’s going to stop.” Chafing at the inactivity, Blair stood and started folding clothes. “Every psycho with an agenda is going to think they have a chance after 9/11.”

Diane stopped what she was doing, her fingers digging into the sweater she held. “I’m ashamed to admit that part of me wishes your father wasn’t president, because I hate to think of you or Cam in danger. I can only imagine how you must feel.”

Blair smiled ruefully. “You know, for the first time in my life I’m honestly glad that my father’s president, and I want him to be president for as long as he can be.” She carefully placed a silk blouse into the suitcase. “Because these fuckers, whoever they are, wherever they are, have to learn that we won’t be victims.”

“I guess we’ll have to keep that sexy dress you bought for the wedding in the closet a while longer.”

“Why?”

Diane regarded her with surprise. “I can’t imagine either you or Cam is going to want to think about wedding plans until all of this is resolved.”

“We’re not waiting for something that might never happen.” Blair folded her arms, part defiance, part comfort. “And we’re not putting our lives on hold until it does. I’m instructing Lucinda to slip a nice quiet statement out to the press today that Cameron and I intend to be married in a private ceremony before the end of the year.”

“Oh boy.”

Blair grinned. “And girls.”

“Indeed.” Diane kissed her cheek. “I think you’re the bravest person I know.”

“I wish I were,” Blair said. “I’m terrified every day that something will happen to Cam. And if it did, I don’t think I’d survive it.”

“I would never have imagined you with her.”

Blair lifted her shoulders. “We don’t choose who to love.”

“No. We don’t.” Diane smiled sadly. “Now I can’t imagine you with anyone else.”

“Neither can I.” Blair stroked Diane’s arm. She was already dressed to travel in a pale blue cashmere cowl-neck sweater and tan slacks. For the first time Blair realized that Diane, always slender, had lost weight. “How are you holding up?”

“It’s so hard, knowing that Cam saw Valerie last night and I can’t even speak to her.”

“Have you thought maybe you should try to let her go?” Blair reached for Diane’s hand. As hard as it was to ask, it was even harder to watch her suffer.

Diane twined her fingers through Blair’s and squeezed lightly. “Cam didn’t tell me very much about what went on. I understand that she can’t. She wouldn’t tell me exactly why Valerie is staying away, but I know it’s partly because of me.”

“She doesn’t want you to be hurt.”

Diane trembled and Blair drew her close. With a shaky breath, Diane continued, “Cam must trust her, because she didn’t try to detain her. I love Valerie. I have to trust her as much as Cam does.”

“You’re really sure, aren’t you?” Blair said.

Diane smiled almost shyly. “I really am. Nothing has felt as right since I met you.”

“Then I’m on your side,” Blair said, hugging Diane tightly. “And hers.”

“We’ll travel in two groups to Whitley Point,” Cam said, scribbling on a flip chart that she had dug out of the closet earlier. She couldn’t find the stand, so she balanced the oversized pad of paper on her knees facing Stark, Savard, and Davis, who clustered around her in the living room. “Stark, you and your people will take Blair and Diane. You’ll fly out of Andrews again at 1100 hours, but this time you’ll land at Westover, Mass.”

Stark frowned. “What’s there?”

“It’s an Air Force Reserve base, so it’s relatively low profile. We’ll have Tanner’s people pick you up in three vehicles and take you the rest of the way, each vehicle following a different route.”

“Who knows about the itinerary?”

“The flight plan was filed through Lucinda’s office, but there’s no attendant passenger list. Only Tanner knows the routes and final destination.”

“You’re putting a lot of faith in Tanner’s people,” Stark said mildly.

“My feeling is that we know more about her team than we could about anyone coming to us from inside the system right now. You’re the security chief. What’s your call?”

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