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  "You know the Bureau will go after this tooth and nail, Bob."

  "More precisely," Thornhill said, "they will do everything in their power to find Faith Lockhart."

  "Who do they suspect?"

  "Buchanan, of course. It's logical," Thornhill replied.

  "So what do we do with Buchanan?"

  "For now, nothing. We'll keep him informed. Of at least our version of the truth, that is. We'll keep him busy at the same time we keep close tabs on the FBI. He has a trip out of town this morning, so were covered there. However, if the FBI's investigation gets too close to Buchanan, we'll provide him with an early death and provide our professional brethren with all the sordid facts of how Buchanan tried to have Lockhart murdered."

  "And Lockhart?" Winslow asked.

  "Oh, the FBI will find her. They're quite good at that sort of thing, in their limited way."

  "I don't see how that helps us. She talks, and Buchanan goes down and takes us with him."

  "I hardly think that," Thornhill said. "When the FBI finds her, we will be there as well, if we don't find her first. And this time we won't miss. With Lockhart gone, Buchanan will soon follow. Then we can move forward with our original plan."

  "God, if it could only work."

  "Oh, it will work," said Thornhill with his usual optimism. To last as long as he had in this business, one had to have a positive attitude.

  CHAPTER 10

  LEE PULLED THE CAR INTO THE ALLEYWAY AND STOPPED. His gaze swept over the darkened landscape. They had driven around for over two hours until he felt reasonably sure they had not been followed, and then he had made the phone call to the police from a pay phone. Although they seemed relatively safe now, Lee still kept one hand resting on the grip of his pistol, ready to pull it in an instant, to terminate their enemies with the salvos from his deadly SIG. That was a joke.

  These days you could kill from a sky away, with a bomb smarter than a man, taking the most important thing a human being had without so much as a "Hello, you're dead." Lee wondered if, during the millisecond it took to cremate the poor bastards, the brain moved fast enough to spark the thought that the Hand of God had struck them down instead of something manufactured by man, the idiot. For a crazy moment, Lee scanned the sky looking for a guided missile. And depending on who was involved in all this, maybe it wasn't so crazy after all.

  "What did you tell the police?" Faith asked.

  "Short and sweet. The location of the place and what happened."

  "And?"

  "And the dispatcher was skeptical but did his best to keep me on the line."

  Faith looked around the alley. "Is this the safe place you mentioned?"

  She took in the darkness, the hidden crevices, the garbage can and the distant tap of footsteps on pavement.

  "No, we leave the car here and walk to the safe place. Which, by the way, is my apartment."

  "Where are we?"

  "North Arlington. It's being yuppified, but it can still be dangerous, especially this time of night."

  She stayed right next to him as they made their way down the alley and out onto the next street, which was an avenue of old but nicely kept-up attached rowhouses.

  "Which one's yours?"

  "The big one at the end there. Owner's retired, lives in Florida. He's got a couple of other properties. I troubleshoot for him, and he gives me a break on the rent."

  Faith started to walk out of the alley, but Lee stopped her. "Give me a sec, I want to check things first."

  She clutched his jacket. "You are not leaving me here alone."

  "I'm just making sure there's nobody there waiting to throw us a surprise party. Anything looks weird, give a shout and I'm back in two shakes."

  He disappeared and Faith edged into the crevice of the alley. Her heart was beating so loud, she half expected a window to open and a shoe to come sailing out at her. When she thought she could not take being alone anymore, Lee reappeared.

  "Okay, it looks good. Let's go."

  The outer door to the building was locked, but Lee opened it with his key. Faith noted the video camera bolted to the wall above her head.

  Lee looked at her. "My idea. I like to know who's coming to see me."

  They went up four flights of stairs to the top floor and down the hallway to the last door on the right. Faith eyed the three locks on the door. Lee opened each of them with another key.

  When the door opened, she heard a beeping sound. They went inside the apartment. On the wall was an alarm panel. Screwed into the wall above it was a piece of shiny copper on a hinge. Lee flipped the copper shield down so that it covered the alarm panel. He reached his hand underneath the copper plate and hit some buttons on the panel and the beeping sound stopped.

  He looked over at Faith, who was watching him closely.

  "Van Fck radiation. You probably wouldn't understand."

  She hiked her eyebrows. "You're probably right."

  Next to the alarm panel was a small video screen built into the wall.

  On the screen Faith could see the front stoop of the building. It was obviously the video link to the surveillance camera outside.

  Lee locked the front door and then put his hand on it. "It's steel, set in a special metal frame I built myself. It doesn't matter how strong the lock is. What usually gives is the frame. A lousy two-by-four if you're lucky. A crook's Christmas present handed out by the building industry. I've also got pick-proof window locks, outside motion detectors, piggyback cellular on the alarm system's phone link.

  We'll be okay."

  "I take it you're somewhat security-minded?" she said.

  "No, I'm paranoid."

  Faith heard something approaching from down the hall. She flinched, but relaxed when she saw Lee smile and move toward the sound. A second later an old German shepherd wandered around the corner. Lee squatted and played with the big dog, who rolled over on his back. Lee accommodated the animal with a belly rub.

  "Hey, Max, how you doing, boy?" Lee patted Max's head and the dog affectionately licked his owner's hand.

  "Now, this thing is the best security device ever invented. Don't have to worry about electrical outages, batteries going dead or somebody turning his loyalties."

  "So your plan is that we stay here?"

  Lee looked up at her. "You want something to eat or drink? We might as well work on this over a full stomach."

  "Hot tea would be nice. I couldn't really look at food right now."

  A few minutes later they were sitting at the kitchen table. Faith sipped on herbal tea while Lee worked on a cup of coffee. Max dozed under the table.

  "We have a problem," Lee began. "When I went in the cottage I tripped something. So I'm on the videotape."

  Faith looked stricken. "My God, they could be on their way here right now."

  "Maybe that's a good thing." Lee looked at her sharply.

  "And why is that?"

  "I'm not into helping criminals."

  "So you think I'm a criminal?"

  "Are you?"

  Faith fingered her teacup. "I was working with the FBI, not against them."

  "Okay, what were they doing with you?"

  "I can't answer that."

  "Then I can't help you. Come on, I'll give you a ride to your place."

  Lee started to rise from his chair.

  She gripped his arm. "Wait, please wait." The thought of being left alone just then was paralyzing.

  He sat back down and waited expectantly.

  "How much do I have to tell you before you'll help me?"

  "Depends on what sort of help you want. I'm not doing anything against the law."

  "I wouldn't ask you to."

  "Then you've got no problem, other than somebody wanting to kill you."

  Faith took a nervous sip of her tea while Lee watched her.

  "If they know who you are from the video, should we be just sitting here?" she asked.

  "I messed with the tape. Ran my magnet over it."
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  Faith looked at him, a glint of hope in her eyes. "You think you were able to erase it?"

  "I can't tell for sure. I'm not an expert in that stuff."

  "But at the very least it might take some time for them to reconstruct it?"

  "That's what I'm hoping. But were not exactly dealing with the Camp Fire girls here. The recording equipment also had a security system built in. Chances are if the police try to force the tape out, it might selfdestruct. Personally, I'd give the forty-seven bucks I have in the bank if that did happen. I'm a man who likes his privacy. But you still need to fill me in."

  Faith didn't say anything. She just stared at him, like he had just made an unwanted pass at her.

  Lee cocked his head at her. "I tell you what. I'm the detective, okay? I'll make some deductions and you tell me if I'm right or not, how's that?" When Faith still said nothing, he continued. "The cameras I saw were only in the living room. And the table, chairs, coffee and stuff were set up in the living room only. Now, I tripped the laser or whatever it was going in. That apparently set off the cameras."

  "I guess that would make sense," Faith said.