“I wouldn’t lie to you about something like that. There would be no reason to.”
“To make me feel better.”
“Would it make you feel better if I lied to you?”
“I guess not.”
He glanced over to see her staring at him.
“How’s your calculus coming? I guess you’re falling behind on your homework.”
“I used the phone you gave me to go online and get my assignments. The teachers post them each day. I downloaded some files I needed and texted two of my teachers with some questions I had. And I emailed the school office and told them I have the flu, that I’ll be out for a few days, but I’ll email in my homework assignments and keep on top of things that way.”
“You did all that online with a phone?”
“Of course. No big deal. I have a laptop, but I don’t have Internet service on it. That costs money.”
“In my school days we still used erasers and hard-line phones.”
They drove in silence for a few more miles.
“If my dad was in the military, do you think he was maybe a hero or something?” Julie asked quietly.
This time Robie didn’t look at her. He knew the answer she wanted by her wistful tone.
“Maybe he was,” Robie said.
CHAPTER
61
“Will, where are we going?” Julie asked.
They had driven across Memorial Bridge and were in northern Virginia. The day was crisp and clear. The sun drenched the area in a wash of intense light.
“Change of location for you.”
“Why?”
“Never a good idea to stay in one place too long.”
He peered in the rearview mirror just as he had been doing every sixty seconds.
There’s no way anyone could have followed me. And if they have it won’t do them any good.
He turned off after driving a few more miles and reached a gate. A man in uniform holding an MP-5 on a leather strap strode toward the car. Behind him Robie could make out another man, similarly armed, who was covering his partner.
Robie rolled down his window and held out his cred pack. He told the guard, “I’m on the list.” The guard checked on this statement using his cell phone.
While they waited, two other armed men came forward. One looked inside the car. Next, the trunk of the car was searched and the underside examined. Julie’s bag was looked through and a machine that could detect pulses behind metal and leather gave the Volvo the once-over. It confirmed that only two beating hearts were in the car.
The gate rose and Robie pulled forward, drove down a straightaway, and slipped into an empty parking spot.
He unbuckled his seat belt, but Julie just sat there.
“Come on,” he prompted.
“Where?” she said. “What is this place?”
“Safe. For you. That’s all you need to know.”
“Is this like the CIA?”
“Did you see a sign saying that it is?”
“They wouldn’t have a sign, would they? I mean, it’s secret.”
“If they didn’t have a sign, how are the spies supposed to be able to find it?”
“You’re not funny,” she snapped.
“No, this is not the CIA. I wouldn’t have brought you to Langley. In fact, I couldn’t have brought you to Langley without getting into a lot of trouble. This place is a couple steps down but it’s secure.”
“So you’re just going to drop me here?”
“Come on,” he said again. “We need to do this, Julie.”
She followed him across the parking lot and they were buzzed through the glass doors of a two-story building. They were met in the lobby by an armed guard and led back to a long, narrow conference room.
Julie sat while Robie paced.
“Are you nervous?” she asked finally.
He looked at her and finally realized that she was scared. And why wouldn’t she be? he thought. This was a lot to deal with, precocious teenager or not.
He sat down next to her. “Not really.” He looked around the room. “It’s just better for you to be here.”
“So is this like prison?”
“Nothing like it. You’re not a prisoner. But we do need to keep you safe.”
“You promise?”
“I’m telling you the truth, Julie, nothing more and nothing less.”
She unzipped her knapsack. “Can I do some of my homework here? I’ve got some math problems to do.”
“Yes, but just don’t expect any help from me. I topped out at pre-cal.”
Five minutes later the door opened and Blue Man entered. Tie knotted, slacks pressed, shirt starched, shoes polished. His features were impassive, but Robie could sense the irritation in the older man. He was carrying a manila file.
He looked first at Julie and then at Robie.
“Is this a good idea?” he asked Robie, indicating Julie with his free hand.
“A better idea than leaving her where she was.”
“I told you it had not been compromised.”
“I know what you told me.”
Blue Man sighed and sat down across from Julie, who stared at him with interest.
Robie, sensing that some introduction was necessary, said, “This is Julie Getty.”
Blue Man nodded. “I deduced as much.”
“What’s your name?” asked Julie.
Blue Man ignored her question and turned to Robie. “And what do you hope to accomplish by this?”
“I hope to accomplish keeping her safe. I hope to accomplish getting to the truth. I hope to accomplish getting to them before they get to me.”
“Paranoia setting in?” asked Blue Man.
“You’re late by about ten years on that,” replied Robie.
“Do you two work together?” asked Julie.
“No,” said Robie.
“Sometimes,” amended Blue Man.
She looked around the room. “Am I supposed to stay here somewhere? This isn’t, like, a house or anything.”
Blue Man stared at Robie, who looked away. Blue Man turned to Julie.
“We can accommodate you here. Comfortably. We have certain quarters for, uh, guests.”
“And Will’s going to be here too?”
“I’ll have to let him speak to that,” said Blue Man.
Robie ignored this and said, “Anything on my queries?” His gaze flitted to the file sitting in front of Blue Man.
“Quite a lot actually. Do you want to hear it now?”
