Last Chance to Die. Noah Boyd

doesn’t sound promising. Anything else that might help us?”

      “That’s it. Like I said, it’s not much to go on.”

      The director stood up. “Thank you, guys.” The men understood that the meeting was at an end and they were to leave.

      After everyone filed out, the director closed the door behind them. “Steve, you two should probably work out of here. It’s secure, and there’s some equipment you might be able to use. The computers are current and have complete Bureau access. The building is alarmed, and there’s a stocked kitchen, a shower, and some cots for sleeping. The briefcase on the table is for you. Gun, credentials, credit card, cell phone are all inside. Parked out front is a blue Chevy sedan. The keys are in the case, too.” He took out a blank business-size card and wrote down a number on it. “If you need anything else—anything—call this number.”

      Vail said, “Any objections if I move in here?”

      The director glanced at Kate. “If that’s what you prefer, sure.”

      “It’ll eliminate travel time from the hotel,” Vail said, and Kate understood that he had offered the reason so she wouldn’t be embarrassed at whatever way the director interpreted their relationship.

      “And I’m only about fifteen minutes away,” she said.

      Vail said, “If we round up any of these people, aren’t you afraid it’ll point the Russians in Calculus’s direction? If they’re not already onto him.”

      “We do have an obligation to try to protect him as best we can, but we have a greater duty to protect this country. Actually, we have discussed our options for keeping this quiet as long as possible. Through legal and bureaucratic foot-dragging, we figure the whole thing could be kept quiet for about ten days. So if you do bring someone in, that ten-day clock will start ticking. After that, I’m afraid Calculus’s anonymity could become tenuous.”

      Kate said, “Ten days isn’t much time to get from A to Z. Especially since we’re not sure where A is or how many letters there are in the alphabet.”

      “No, it’s not. And to compound the problem, we don’t know if we’ll get any more information from Calculus. Steve, you have no idea how much I appreciate this. Between keeping everything secret and the idea of a bunch of traitors running around Washington, it was an impossible challenge. But now we have you. I’m sorry about handcuffing you with reporting daily, but this is a completely different situation from Los Angeles. If you have any problems, you’ve got my number.”

      “‘Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!’”

      The director smiled. “Dante, right?”

      “Rather than who wrote it, it’s more important to know where it was posted.”

      “Which is?”

      “It was the inscription at the gate to hell.”

      THREE

      AFTER KATE HAD WALKED THE DIRECTOR OUT, SHE CAME BACK UPSTAIRS. “Thank you for doing this. And for protecting my reputation with the director.”

      “Oh, how I wish your reputation actually needed protection.”

      “Me, too, Vail.”

      He stared at her for a few seconds and then went back to the window, again staring at the old embassy across the street.

      She said, “What exactly did the director show you downstairs that changed your mind?”

      “A large sum of money.”

      “Vail.”

      “Okay, he played ‘America the Beautiful.’” She scowled at him. “Metaphorically. He knew that if he got me out of that room, and away from all that management, my decision would be less knee-jerk. For being the big boss, he gets a pretty good read on people.”

      Kate studied Vail’s face for a few seconds, looking for deception. “I wish I could get a good read on you.”

      “That’s the other reason we have trouble getting along. You think I always have a secret agenda.”

      “Where would anyone get an idea like that?”

      “See, that’s why I think there’s hope for us. If our relationship didn’t have a healthy foundation, you would’ve taken a cheap shot right there.”

      Kate smiled and shook her head. “Where do you want to start?”

      “It’s been thirty-six hours since either of us slept. I’m going to get a few hours’ sleep. I suggest you do the same.”

      “I need to change, too. I’ll take the car back to my place. I’ll bring up your suitcase when I come back.”

      “I’m starving. Let’s see how we’re set for food first.”

      As he started for the kitchen, she said, “This time I need to be on the inside of the investigation, Steve.”

      “Okay, but just remember it comes with a lot of liability.”

      “Have I ever denied you when you wanted to commit a felony?”

      “I said you’re in, Deputy Assistant Director Bannon.”

      “Then explain your question about the classified documents Calculus gave up. What was that about? And don’t give me that ‘curious’ stuff. I’ve seen that look before.”

      “Well, isn’t this getting off to a familiar start?” Vail said, laughing for a moment. “Sometimes in the spy business, your opponents will run a game on you. They’ll salt the mines with borderline information to convince you that they’re on your side. It’s just something to be wary of. And if they’re good, they can wind up getting more information from you than you get from them.”

      She stared at him for a few seconds. “That sounds like a reasonable explanation, but it always does—and then suddenly I’m being shot at.”

      “There are worse things than being shot at.”

      “Like …?”

      “Living a life where you’re never shot at.” He went into the kitchen and yelled out to her. “These are spies. They don’t shoot at people. But I’d be careful what I ate.” The refrigerator was stocked with food, including a carton of eggs. He took them out and checked the date. “These eggs are fresh. How about I make some breakfast?”

      “I assume that you have no desire to poison me.”

      “Sure, we’ll say that.”

      “Do you want me to do that?” she asked.

      “I’m just going to scramble some eggs. Why don’t you have a look through those files they left us.”

      Ten minutes later he walked out with two plates loaded with eggs and toast balanced on top. She looked at the plate he set in front of her. “Make enough?”

      “With you I never know when I’m going to get to eat again.” He picked up his fork. “Anything in the files?”

      She took a bite of toast and pulled a photograph from the back of the file. “Here’s that shot of Calculus’s message.”

      She watched him carefully as he laid it on the table next to his plate and studied it while he continued to eat.

      To Moscow unexpectedly. Find CDP now!

      Finally she said, “Do you think CDP is our ‘little fish’?”

      Vail continued to eat, staring at the message. “It has to be. He uses only three words to notify us of his possible impending death: ‘To Moscow unexpectedly.’ Someone that economical wouldn’t waste the last three words on something meaningless. He used exactly the same number of words to indicate that they’re as important as the first three.”

      “Why