We drove on awhile, and I noticed it was 1:15 A.M. Long day.
We came to an interchange. To the east was Burbank and to the west Route 101, the Ventura Freeway, which Kate took. She said, 'We're not taking the coast road this time because it may be fogged in. This is faster.'
'You're the local.'
So we headed west through what Kate said was the San Fernando Valley. How do these people keep all the Sans and Santas straight? I was really tired, and I yawned again.
'Go to sleep.'
'No. I want to keep you company, to hear your voice.'
'Okay. Listen to this-why were you so nasty to Doug?'
'Who's Doug? Oh, that guy. Do you mean in L.A. or in Bel Air?'
'Both.'
'Well, in Bel Air, I was pissed off at him because he knew the Reagans weren't home, and he didn't tell us where they were.'
'John, you didn't know that until after you were nasty to him.'
'Let's not split hairs over the sequence of events.'
She stayed silent awhile, then said, 'I didn't sleep with him, I just went out with him.' She added, 'He's married. Happily married with two kids in college.'
I saw no need to reply.
She pushed it a bit and said, 'A little jealousy is all right, but you really-'
'Hold on. What do you call your stomping off back in New York?'
'That's totally different.'
'Explain it to me, so I know.'
'You're still involved with Beth. L.A. is history.'
'Gotcha. Let's drop it.'
'Okay.' She took my hand and squeezed it.
So, I've been engaged for about twenty-four hours, and I didn't know how I was going to make it to June.
Anyway, we made nice talk for about half an hour, and I noticed that we were in the mountains or hills or whatever, and it was really dangerous-looking, but Kate seemed very assured behind the wheel.
She asked me, 'Do you have a plan or something for when we get to Santa Barbara?'
'Not really. We'll wing it.'
'Wing what?'
'I don't know. Something always pops up. Basically, we have to get to the ranch.'
'Forget it, as your friend Lisa would say.'
'Lisa who? Oh, that Secret Service woman.'
'There are a lot of beautiful women in California.'
'There's only one beautiful woman in California. You.'
And so forth.
Kate's cell phone rang, and it could only be Douglas Pindick checking up on us after discovering that we hadn't checked into the designated airport hotel. I said, 'Don't answer it.'
'I have to answer it.' And she did. It was, indeed, Senor Sin Cojones. Kate listened a few seconds, then said, 'Well… we're on One-Oh-One, heading north.' She listened, then replied, 'That's right… we did discover that the Reagans are-' He obviously interrupted, and she listened.
I said, 'Give me the phone.'
She shook her head and continued to listen.
I was really pissed off because I knew he was chewing her out, and you don't do that to John Corey's fiancee, unless you're tired of living. I didn't want to grab the phone from her, so I sat and stewed. I also wondered why he wasn't asking to speak to me. No cojones.
Kate tried to say something a few times, but Doggy Dipshit kept interrupting. Finally, Kate butted into his little tirade and said, 'Listen, Doug, I do not appreciate you withholding information from me and telling the Secret Service to withhold information. For your information, we were sent here by the co- commanders of the ATTF in New York, who have asked that the L.A. field office extend to us all courtesies and all aid and support necessary. The New York ATTF is the designated office on this case, and we are its representatives in L.A. I am, and have been, available by cell phone and beeper, and will remain so. All you need to know is that Mr. Corey and I will be on that flight this morning, unless we hear otherwise from our superiors in New York or Washington. And furthermore, it is not your business where I'm sleeping, or whom I'm sleeping with.' She hung up.
I wanted to say, 'Bravo,' but it was best to say nothing.
We continued on in silence. A few minutes later, her cell phone rang again, and Kate answered it. I knew it couldn't be Douglas Dinky Dork because he wouldn't have the balls to call again. But I figured he'd called Washington and whined, and now Washington was calling us to pull the plug on our mission to the Reagan ranch. I was resigned to this. Therefore, I was pleasantly surprised and relieved when Kate handed me the phone and said, 'It's Paula Donnelly in the ICC. She has a gentleman on your direct line, who wants to speak to you and to you only.' She added, unnecessarily, 'Asad Khalil.'
I put the phone to my ear and said to Paula, 'This is Corey. Does this guy sound legit?'
Paula replied, 'I'm not real sure what a mass murderer sounds like, but this guy said he spoke to you in Ventura and that you gave him your direct dial.'
'That's the guy. Can you patch me through?'
'I can, but he doesn't want me to. He wants your number, so I'll give him Kate's cell phone number, if that's okay. I don't think he's going to give me his.'
'Okay. Give him this number. Thanks, Paula.' I hung up.
Neither Kate nor I spoke, and we waited for what seemed like a long time. Finally, her cell phone rang, and I answered it, 'Corey.'
Asad Khalil said, 'Good evening, Mr. Corey, or should I say good morning?'
'Say whatever you want.'
'Did I wake you?'
'That's okay. I had to get up to answer the phone, anyway.'
There was a silence while he tried to figure out my sense of humor. I wasn't sure why he was calling me, but when someone calls you who has nothing to offer, that means they want something. I said to him, 'So, what have you been up to since we last spoke?'
'I have been traveling. And yourself?'
'Me, too.' I added, 'Funny coincidence, I was just talking about you.'
'I'm sure you speak of little else these days.'
Asshole. 'Hey, I've got a life. How about you?'
He didn't seem to understand the idiom and replied, 'Of course, I am alive. Very much alive.'
'Right. So, what can I do for you?'
'Where are you, Mr. Corey?'
'I'm in New York.'
'Yes? I think I am calling a cell phone.'
'Indeed you are. The cell phone is in New York, and I'm with it. Where are you?'
'In Libya.'
'No kidding? You're coming across like you were down the block.'
'Perhaps I am. Perhaps I am in New York.'
'Perhaps you are. Look out the window and try to figure out where you are. You see camels, or yellow cabs?'
'Mr. Corey, I don't like your sense of humor, and it makes no difference where either of us is located, since we are both lying.'
'Exactly. So, what is the purpose of this phone call? What do you need?'
'Do you think I only call you for favors? I just wanted to hear your voice.'
'Well, that's really sweet of you. Have you been dreaming about me again?' I looked at Kate, who was
