Shoot Him If He Runs

The balance could tip either way, he thought. He’d have to do something to get a thumb on the scale.

13

Teddy Fay’s cell phone vibrated against his ribcage. “Yes?”

“Mr. Elliot?”

“Yes.”

“This is Tito, the maintenance manager at Nevis Aero Services.”

“Yes, Tito?”

“We’re just about done with the annual on your airplane. You need a new set of spark plugs-I’d suggest the platinum ones-and your starboard main gear tire is pretty close to needing replacing.”

“The platinum plugs are fine, and go ahead and replace the tire. Do you have a replacement from the same manufacturer of the other two?”

“Yes, sir; they’re Goodyears, and we stock those. Will you be picking up the airplane when we’re done? It should be ready tomorrow.”

“What’s the bill going to come to?”

“A little under three thousand.”

“Charge it to the credit card number I gave you, and leave a copy of the bill on the seat. I’ve rented hangar number four, so put the airplane in there and lock it up. The combination on the lock is 4340.”

“Yes, sir; it’ll be in there by tomorrow night.”

“Thank you, Tito.”

“Let us know if you need anything else.”

“Will do.”

Teddy hung up and continued driving. Less than a minute passed before the phone vibrated again. “Yes?”

“Mr. Martin?”

“Yes?”

“This is Cornwall Shipping Agents; the shipment you told us to expect arrived this morning. It should clear customs by noon tomorrow.”

“Oh, good; what’s the tariff going to be?”

“Around eight hundred dollars.”

“All right; charge it to the credit card number I gave you.”

“Do you want it delivered?”

“How large is it?”

“Two wooden crates, one about eight feet long, the other about five feet. Not all that heavy, though.”

“I’ll pick them up tomorrow afternoon, then. Will they be ready to go?”

“Yes, sir, just back up to our loading dock and tell the man on duty you want shipment number 00028, and make sure he gives you both crates.”

“See you then.” Teddy hung up. This was all coming together very well, he thought. His purchase ostensibly included all the tools he would need, but he was going to have to buy a chain saw.

Right now, though, all Teddy needed was a drink.

14

Kate Lee was dropped by her driver at the White House entrance, and, led and followed by her Secret Service agents, she took the elevator to the family quarters. The two agents remained at the downstairs elevator door. It was nearly eight o’clock, and she was exhausted.

As she got off the elevator she was grateful for the smells coming from the family kitchen. She flung her coat at a living room chair, dropped her bulging briefcase on the floor beside it, then walked into the kitchen.

“Excuse me,” she said to the man in the apron with his back to her, “who do I have to fuck around here to get a drink?”

Will Lee looked over his shoulder, turned the steaks on the grill of the Viking stove and came toward her. “You’re looking at him,” he said, kissing her and dragging a stool up to the kitchen island for her. He went to the freezer and extracted a full bottle of premade, very dry martinis, poured her one in a crystal glass and dropped in two olives. He handed her the drink. “My new speciality,” he said, picking up his own glass. They raised their glasses, gazed into each other’s eyes and took large sips.

“Mmmmm,” she said, “and what is the secret of this libation? What gives it that interesting something?”

“That interesting something is that the olives are stuffed with anchovies.”

“But I hate anchovies,” she said.

“That’s why it was a secret.”

“This is the second time you’ve fooled me with anchovies: the first was when you put pureed anchovies into a hollandaise sauce.”

“You’re forgetting the caesar salad dressing,” Will said. “Anchovies are an important ingredient of that. I think that what you are learning here is that you absolutely love anchovies.”

“Only when I don’t know I’m eating them,” Kate said.

Will turned the steaks. “How was your day?”

“Like all my days: unrelenting.”

“Anything special?”

“I spoke with Lance Cabot about the business in St. Marks.”

“And?”

“He says things are going swimmingly. Holly Barker has made contact with Irene Foster; in fact, she and the others are having dinner at her house, presumably as we speak.”

“Well, I’m glad they’re all getting along together so swimmingly. Is this going to help find Teddy Fay?”

“Maybe, and we should never speak that name. The Republicans may have bugged our kitchen.”

“I find a little paranoia a good thing in a director of Central Intelligence,” Will said, “but not that much paranoia.”

“I’ll try to tamp it down,” Kate said.

Will put the steaks on large plates, added baked potatoes and haricot verts and motioned for Kate to follow. He led her into the living room to a table for two in an alcove overlooking the White House grounds, their favorite place for dining alone. He seated her, lit the candles and poured the California cabernet that he had already opened, then sat down. They raised their glasses and dug into their food.

“This is the best steakhouse in the world,” Kate said.

“You certainly know the way to a fellow’s heart,” Will replied.

“Did the new polls come in today?”

“Yes, and we’re looking good. I’ve got at least a twelve-point lead over any one of the three likely Republican challengers.”

“I wish it were more.”

“Who doesn’t? But I’ll take twelve points.”

“That lead could vanish in the blink of an eye if it became known that…what’s-his-name is alive, having escaped two huge federal efforts to capture him, especially since the public has been repeatedly assured that he’s dead.”

“If that happens, I’ll deal with it,” Will said. “It will help that the ranking Republican senator on the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence knows the truth.”

“It won’t help if he decides to leak the information to some right-wing talk show host.”

“If he does that, he’ll have to explain why he waited for so long after he found out to tell anybody. I don’t think