Remember When

about his days as a Little League baseball 'hero.' He followed Cole into his office, and when the door was closed, he observed casually, 'Gloria Quigley is secretly convinced you walk on water, and Shirley would testify to it, to uphold your image.'

'Really?' Cole was mildly surprised by that since he'd never cultivated their good opinion or any sort of personal relationship, with either woman. 'I wonder why.'

'Loyalty,' Murray stated flatly. 'They give it unconditionally to people they respect. Identical personality types, by the way.'

Instead of answering, Cole scribbled something on a notepad and tore off the sheet. 'This is the license number of the blue Ford.'

'I'll check it out right away,' Murray said, tucking it into the pocket of his nondescript charcoal gray suit jacket. 'Speaking of personality types,' he continued, idly studying his fingernails, 'your cousin seems unusually jumpy. Do you know any reason why that might be?'

'I can think of several reasons,' Cole said with mild sarcasm. 'The New York Stock Exchange is investigating us at the request of the SEC, he's being followed wherever he goes, and last night, somebody was trying to go through his files.'

'I see what you mean. By the way, as you've probably guessed, the security guard at R and D saw nothing unusual last night. No one entered the building after sixp.m., and the people he saw leaving it after that time were all employees known to him by sight. We turn on alarms at the stairwell entrances from the inside at seven, which means no one can leave the building that way without using a security card or setting off alarms, and no one at all can get in.'

'Then how did he get inside?'

'He could have slipped past the guard at the reception desk when the employees were coming back from lunch and then whiled away the afternoon in the building without a visitor's badge, which I doubt. On the other hand, he couldn't have gotten onto Travis's floor without a security card to open the door, which makes me think he was already on the floor.'

Cole drew the obvious conclusion. 'An employee?'

'Possibly. It could also have been a woman, since Travis isn't certain what he saw. Or it could have been an illusion, a trick of the lights going on, and when Travis realized a file cabinet was unlocked, he jumped to conclusions. As I said earlier, he's jumpy. I've dusted the file cabinet and desk for fingerprints, and I'm running a check on them right now. I'll follow up on this license number as soon as I get upstairs, but it may take a day or two to get a make on it.'

He started for the door and stopped when Cole said irritably, 'Why a day or two? Why not an hour or two?' Murray's slight, uneasy hesitation had already set off warning bells in Cole's brain before the security chief answered. 'You and Travis spotted the Ford and Chevrolet without much trouble. In both cases, the cars were parked down the street from your homes, but pretty much in plain view, right?'

'Right.'

'Unfortunately,' he said with an apologetic sigh, 'that sort of amazingly clumsy technique is usually limited to law enforcement officials—either state or local. They always seem to think they're invisible.'

Cole's brows snapped together over eyes like shards of ice. 'Are you telling me,' he enunciated in a low, incensed voice, 'that the police are tailing us?'

'That's my hunch. I'll confirm it as soon as I can check this out.'

When he left, Cole made three phone calls in rapid succession. The first was to a car-rental agency, who promised to deliver a plain, four-door sedan to his office by noon.

The second call was to a private, unlisted phone number in Fairfax, Virginia, belonging to a senior member of the United States Senate who had the ear of the president, a seat on the Appropriations Committee, and a great deal of political clout. He had also received three hundred thousand dollars in campaign contributions from a fund-raiser held by Cole Harrison and was hoping for another such event before the next election.

According to his wife, Edna, Senator Samuel Byers was attending a meeting of the Appropriations Committee that morning. Cole left word with her, but he had to wait until she finished exclaiming over how much she loved Foster's Beautiful Living magazine and had extracted a promise from him to bring Diana to Fairfax for their annual Christmas party.

His next call was to a number that only Cole knew existed. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk, and when Willard Bretling answered, Cole said simply, 'I'll be there tonight at six.'

'Who is this, please?' Bretling asked, his voice distracted and scratchy from lack of use.

'Who the hell do you think it is?' Cole snapped.

'Oh, of course, I am sorry. I have been playing with our toy all night,' the seventy-year-old said in a gleeful voice.

Senator Byers called on Cole's direct line at four o'clock, just after Cole hung up from Diana. 'I'm sorry to hear about your trouble, Cole,' Sam said, and he sounded sincere. 'I'm sure it will all blow over in a week or two.'

'I am not so sure,' Cole countered.

'What can I do?'

'You can find out who the hell is behind it and how far it's already gone.'

'I'll find out what I can,' Sam promised, but before he hung up, he added awkwardly, 'Until this little tempest in a teapot blows over, it might be best if you don't call me at the office or at home, son. I'll call you. Oh, and give your new wife a great big hello from me,' he added.

Cole swore in disgust at that last piece of hypocrisy, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He tried to conjure an image of Diana to calm the chaos of the day, and she appeared in his mind, walking with him in the backyard just after they'd announced their marriage to her family.

'For a man who's impressed, you've been looking awfully grim, ' she'd said.

'That isn't my 'grim' look.'

'It isn't? What's your 'grim look' like?'

'I don't think you want to know.'

'Oh, go ahead, ' she'd teased. 'Let me see it—'

The memory made Cole chuckle out loud.

Chapter 44

Corey pointed to the eight-by-ten glossy photographs she'd arranged across the conference table in Diana's office. 'What do you think? Should we use this one or that one?'

'What?' Diana said, staring out the window and watching a big jet make a slow turn and begin heading west.

Leaning forward, Corey put her hand on her sister's arm. 'Diana, your mind isn't on any of this, and if you're not going to be able to concentrate, why don't you join Cole at his uncle's today instead of waiting until tomorrow?'

Diana shook her head. 'No, I told him I couldn't leave today. I've taken next week off, but I have too many things to do before I can leave. He's going to fly in and pick me up tomorrow.'

'Don't you think he'd be happier if you went today instead?'

'I know he would,' Diana said with a quiet smile. Cole had been disappointed that she couldn't join him until tomorrow, but he'd understood. 'Anyway, he's on his way to Austin with his uncle right now. Even if Cole's secretary could reach him and tell him that I could leave today, I doubt his uncle would be up to the flight here and then all the way back to where he lives.'

Corey could tell Diana was wavering, and it made her happy. All her instincts told her that Cole Harrison was exactly the man for her sister. 'You could find out Cal's address from Cole's secretary, fly there yourself, and call Cole to come and get you when you land.'

'Don't tempt me,' Diana warned. She got up and wandered over to the window, so distracted by the desire to leave right now for Jeffersonville that at first she didn't pay any attention to the black Mercedes convertible