told Julie. “We’re in a funnel here. Only one way in or out. So keep your eyes peeled.”
“Okay,” said Julie. Her gaze swiveled from side to side and then she turned her head and checked the rear.
As they pulled onto the main road and sped up, she said, “I don’t see any car lights.”
“How about a satellite overhead, can you see that?”
“Are you kidding? They could be tailing us with a satellite?”
“The fact is I don’t know.”
“So what do we do?”
“Hope for the best and prepare for something a lot less than that.”
“Where are we going?”
“The only place I’ve got left. The little house in the woods.”
“Pretty isolated if someone wants to ambush us.”
“And far easier to see someone coming at us. Trade-off. Weigh the pros and cons. I say the pros win in this case.”
“What about satellites?”
“They can’t use a satellite to harm us. They have to have boots on the ground for that.”
“They might send a lot of guys.”
“They might. And then again they might not send anybody.”
“But why wouldn’t they?”
“Think about it, Julie. What’s their endgame? This Malcolm Strait guy was inside that facility with you. He could’ve killed you there. And they could’ve popped me a couple of times already, but conveniently missed.”
“So they want to keep us alive, like you said before. With the bus and everything. But we still don’t know why.”
“No, we don’t. But we will.”
CHAPTER
67
“Will, this isn’t the way to your place,” said Julie.
“Slight change in plan.”
“Why?”
“Getting a little needed help and making a big confession.”
Robie had made a decision, an unusual one for him. He had been a loner most of his life. He did not normally seek help from others, preferring to solve his own problems. Yet he had finally realized that he could not do this alone. He needed help.
Sometimes asking for help showed strength, not weakness.
Whether the decision would turn out to be the right one or a disaster, Robie couldn’t know. Yet right now it was his decision.
He pulled into the condominium complex and got out of the Volvo. Julie trailed him inside the building. They rode the elevator up, got off, and walked down the hall.
Robie knocked on the door of 701.
He heard footsteps. They stopped. Robie sensed an eyeball looking at him through the peephole.
The door opened.
Vance wore black jogging shorts, a pale green Marine Corps T-shirt, and white ankle socks. She stared first at Robie, and then her gaze fell to Julie.
Julie exclaimed, “You’re getting super agent Vance to cover your ass?”
Vance looked back at Robie. “Super agent Vance? What the hell is going on? Who’s the kid?”
“That’s why I’m here,” said Robie.
Vance stepped back and let them pass through. She shut the door behind them.
Robie said, “Got any coffee? This might take a while.”
“I just put some on.”
“I like mine black,” said Julie.
“Oh, really?” said a bemused Vance.
“Michele Cohen and her husband are dead,” said Robie.
“What?” exclaimed Vance.
He sat on the sofa and motioned Julie to take a seat. Vance stood in front of him, hands on hips.
“Cohen is dead? How?”
“She was lying, like I said. The truth caught up to her.”
“Why would she lie?”
“Her husband had gambling debts. This was a way out, or so they thought.”
“How do you know they’re dead?”
“I saw him with a third eye at a bar in Bethesda. She died later along with two federal officers.”
Vance gaped. “What in the hell is going on? What federal officers?”
“Maybe that coffee first? I’ll help you.”
He walked into the kitchen and Vance was right on his butt.
She gripped his shoulder. “You better start talking and making sense, and you better do it now, Robie.”
“Okay. First, I don’t technically work for DCIS.”
“Big surprise. What else?”
“This needs to be off the record.”
“The hell it is.”
“You want that cup of coffee now?”
“What I want are some straight answers from you.”
Robie poured out two cups of coffee and handed one to her. He looked out the window at the lighted monuments in D.C. He pointed to them.
“What’s it worth to you to keep that place safe?” he said, turning to Vance.
She said incredulously, “What’s it worth? Hell, it’s worth everything.”
Robie took a sip of his coffee. “Now, what’s it worth to keep that girl in there safe?”
“You haven’t even told me who she is.”
“Julie Getty.”
“Okay, how does she figure into any of this?”
“She was on the bus that night, but got off before it blew up.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Vance asked sharply.
“Because I got off with her. That’s why I knew Cohen was lying. As you can see, Julie and I aren’t black.”
Robie took another sip of coffee and turned to look back at the monuments.
Vance stood there rocking back and forth on her heels, obviously trying to process this stunning revelation. Finally, she stopped rocking.
“ You were on that bus,” yelled Vance. “Why? And why am I just finding out now?”
Julie said, “Because it was a need to know and you didn’t need to know. At least back then.”
They both turned to see Julie standing in the doorway.
Vance looked from her to Robie. “Need to know? So you’re in intelligence? I swear to God, Robie, if this is some CIA bullshit that we’ve been running around in circles on, I will seriously consider shooting somebody, starting with you.”
“There’s something off with this whole case, Vance, and there has been from the start.”
“Robie, you have a ton of explaining to do, starting now. What were you doing on that bus? And what happened there? And who blew it up?”
