SEAN STARED OUT the window while Michelle cleaned both their guns on the kitchen table. He’d called Megan Riley, who was upset that she had once more been relegated to an afterthought.
“I’m resigning as counsel,” she told Sean.
“Megan, please don’t do that. We need you.”
“What you need, Sean, is a kick in the ass.”
“You’re part of the team.”
“I don’t feel like I’m part of anything. Now I don’t even get to stay in the same place as you two, so what’s the point? I’ll leave the court documents at the inn. You can come and get them. I’m heading back to Virginia.”
“Megan, just give it a couple of days, please. We really do need you.”
“Words, Sean. How about some action?”
“I promise you that your time will come.”
There was a long silence. “You’ve got two days, Sean, and then I’ll be back in Virginia.”
He’d told Michelle what Megan had said.
“I can’t really blame her,” said Michelle. “And if she does jump ship, we’ll just have to find another lawyer or you’ll just have to do it.”
“But she knows a lot. She could be in danger.”
“True, but I’m just not sure what we can do about it.”
Sean put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone. A message had just come through. “Damn!”
Michelle looked up from her work. “What is it?”
“Someone left a message. I must’ve been on the phone with Megan.”
He listened to the voice mail.
“Who was it?”
“Peter Bunting.”
“What did he say?” asked Michelle.
“He wants to talk.”
“Kelly Paul was right. He did come to us.”
Sean called the man back. He answered on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“It’s Sean King.”
“Thank you for calling me.”
“I’m surprised to hear from you after our last meeting. My partner and I are lucky to still be breathing.”
“I don’t know what happened after I left you,” said Bunting. “But I apologize if you were put in any danger. That was not my intent. For what it’s worth the rest of the evening was far from pleasant for me either.”
“Okay.”
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
“Actually, I do.”
“I want to meet with you.”
“That’s what you said on the message. Why?”
“I have a proposition.”
“Change of heart?”
“You could say that.”
“They’ve come down hard on you, haven’t they?”
“I need to know one thing. Is Kelly Paul working with you?”
“Who?”
“We don’t have time for that,” Bunting said irritably. “Is she?”
Sean hesitated. “Yes.”
There was silence.
“Bunting?” Sean said sharply.
“We really need to meet.”
“How can you get away from them? You know they’re watching you. In fact they’re probably listening to our conversation right now.”
“Impossible,” said Bunting.
“Why?”
“Because I’m using better scrambling technology than the president of the Untied States uses for his calls. Not even the NSA can touch it. And as soon as you picked up on your line, my technology pipeline was extended to your phone as well.”
“But that still doesn’t answer my question of how you can physically get away from them.”
“Leave it to me. I didn’t build a billion-dollar business in the intelligence arena by being a moron.”
“And your family?”
“Let me worry about that. I’m assuming you’re somewhere near Edgar Roy. How about we rendezvous halfway? Say Portland, Maine?”
“When?”
“Tomorrow night.”
Sean said, “Where in Portland?”
“There’s a restaurant down by the waterfront. Clancy’s. They’re open until midnight. My wife and I used to go there when we were dating.”
“If you’re trying to set us up—”
“My family is in danger, Mr. King, and I need to make this right.”
Sean let the silence linger. He listened to the other man’s tight breathing.
“See you in Portland,” said Sean.
CHAPTER
65
THE NEXT NIGHT the Bunting family left their brownstone and walked down the street, their two private security men a few yards behind them. The weather had stayed cold, and the Bunting family was bundled up, hats, gloves, and mufflers. Mrs. Bunting walked hand in hand with her youngest child. Not once did the man beside her check his cell phone for messages.
Twenty minutes before they had left, a furniture delivery was made to their residence. Three large boxes. This was not unusual as deliveries often came to the Bunting residence. Mrs. Bunting was an avid shopper.
The men watching from across the street saw the three large boxes carried in and three empty boxes carried out. Only one of them wasn’t empty. The truck rattled off down the road and Bunting lay in that box, praying that his subterfuge had worked. After the truck had gone two miles without being stopped, he lifted the top of the wooden box, clambered out, and sat on one of the curved metal bump-outs over the wheel wells.
His thoughts were not on his predicament. Or on Edgar Roy. Or the E-Program. He was thinking about his wife and children. He was thinking about their next step in his plan. And he bitterly chastised himself for having to put them through this. And of course he prayed that it actually worked.
The Buntings’ walk lasted about an hour and then they returned to their home. The children raced upstairs to their rooms. Julie Bunting took off her coat and hung it up in the closet. She turned to the man behind her as he also took off his hat, coat, and muffler. He had entered the house hidden in the same box that Peter Bunting had exited from it.
“Peter said you knew what to do,” Mrs. Bunting said to the man, who was the same height and build as her husband. With the other man’s clothes on he was a perfect decoy.
“I do, Mrs. Bunting. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
A minute later Julie Bunting sat down in a chair in the foyer, her hands kneading her thighs. When her husband had come to her, told her what she needed to do, it had collapsed her perfect little world. She was a
