by Stuart Woods
Herbie and Harp arrived at Stone’s cottage at ten past seven, and were met at the door by their host. “Come and meet everybody,” he said. He led them into the living room. “You know Dino and Viv, of course, but you haven’t met my son, Peter, his girl, Hattie, and Dino’s son, Ben, and his girl, Emma.” Then he turned toward a tall, blonde beauty in a knockout dress. “And this is Hattie’s guest, Immi Gotham.”
Herbie went weak in the knees but managed to shake her hand. Harp was more composed. “Like everybody else, I’m a great admirer of your work,” she said.
“Immi is giving a concert tomorrow night,” Stone explained, “and Hattie, on piano, is going to open for her, and later, accompany Immi for her encore.”
“I can’t wait,” Herbie said, accepting a scotch from a waiter.
“I understand you’re an attorney with Stone’s firm in New York,” Immi said.
“That is correct,” Herbie replied. “Stone was my mentor and role model.”
“I’m going to be buying a place in New York soon,” Immi said, “and Stone is going to help me with the legal work.”
“I’m sure the whole firm will be standing in line to help you,” Herbie replied.
“And, Harp,” Immi said, “I understand you’re a private eye?”
“For lack of a better term,” Harp replied.
“I’ll let you know if I need any private eyeing,” the actress said.
The doorbell rang. “Excuse me, we’re quite a crowd tonight. It’s going to be a buffet.” Stone went to answer the door and came back with Felicity Devonshire, Holly Barker, and the president and first lady.
Herbie and Harp, having been surprised to meet Ms. Gotham, were now stunned and nearly speechless.
“I hope your talks went well,” Stone said to Will Lee.
“Indeed they did. We’re signing our agreement tomorrow morning, and then I’m on vacation for a couple of days.”
“You deserve it,” Stone said.
The president and first lady fell into conversation with Immi Gotham, and Holly managed to cut Stone from the herd and get him in a corner.
“I heard about the gloves,” she said.
“Yes, that was disturbing.”
“Fortunately, the bomb specialist’s lab was unable to detect any trace of radiation.”
“Let’s hope they were being used as oven mitts,” Stone said.
“How did this come about?”
“The NSA managed to locate the site, an apartment in Palo Alto, and Mike Freeman’s people searched it and found the gloves. This fellow Shazaz had apparently been living there and made some bombs, one of which, as you’ve probably heard, was found in the wine storage room today.”
“Yes, but what was that name again?”
“Shazaz? I think that’s it.”
Holly blanched. “First name?”
“Mo, for Mohammad.” Stone looked at her closely. “Is something wrong?
“Excuse me,” Holly said, “I need to talk to the first lady.”
45
Holly stood at the edge of the group around Immi Gotham, waiting for a moment to get Kate Lee away from them. Finally, as a waiter invaded the crowd with a tray of canapes, she was able to touch Kate’s elbow. The two retreated to a corner.
“Don’t look so concerned,” Kate said, smiling, “you’ll scare everybody.”
Holly forced the frown away from her face. “Something disturbing has just arisen,” she said, then she told Kate about the name. “Does Hamish have any siblings?” she asked.
Kate’s smile had disappeared. “As I recall, after his parents were divorced his father remarried and had a son and a daughter, so they would be some years younger than Hamish. Why don’t you call Langley and have them run their names?”
“Apparently, the brother’s first name was Mo, short for Mohammad, but I don’t know the girl’s name.”
“Well, see what you can come up with.”
Holly excused herself, went into the study, and called Langley. Twenty minutes later, she returned, and the first lady rejoined her.
“There’s nothing on them,” she said. “There were hits on the father’s name, but that’s it.”
“Did the search produce anyone else at all named Shazaz?”
“No.”
“Try to get in touch with Hamish,” Kate said. “Ask him for the whereabouts of his brother for the last month. If he can give us that, we’ll have something to go on.”
“Right,” Holly replied. She went back to the study and called the number she had for Hamish. There was a long pause before she was connected.
“Hello?”
“Hamish?”
“Yes.”
“Encode.”
There was some electronic noise, then Hamish came back. “Is that you, Holly?”
“Yes. Something has come up.”
“How can I help?”
“I understand you have a half brother.”
“Mo? Yes.”
“Do you know where he has been for the past thirty days?”
“Yes, he was at my family’s home on the Scottish isle of Murk, south of the Hebrides.”
“For the entire period?”
“Until recently.”
“Do you know where he is now?”
“Yes, he’s at Annabel’s, a London nightclub, sitting right across the table from me. Would you like to speak with him?”
“Ah, no. Was there any break between his time in Scotland and tonight?”
“Only travel time. He arrived by train yesterday.”
“I see.”
“What is your interest in my half brother?” Hamish asked.
“Tell me, is Shazaz a common name?”
“It’s not uncommon, at least, not in the Middle East.”
“Has your brother ever visited the United States?”
“He attended a boys’ school in Virginia for a semester, when he was eight, but he was unhappy there, so he returned to England and completed his education here.”
“Is he an observant Muslim?”
“Yes, but not radically so. I mean, at this moment he is consuming a glass of champagne. I would say he is about as observant as I.”
Holly couldn’t think of anything else to ask. She ended the call and went back to the living room, where people were starting to move into the garden for the buffet dinner, and found the first lady.
Kate listened intently to Holly’s report of her conversation with Hamish. “Well,” she said, “maybe it’s just a coincidence, if the name is not uncommon in the Middle East.”
“I remember that Hamish’s mother’s family has a home-a castle, I think-on a Scottish island,” Holly said.
“Yes, that’s correct.” She was quiet for a moment, looking up at the stars, then she turned back to Holly. “May I borrow your agency phone?” she asked. She walked away toward the light coming from the living room, dialed a number, and spoke to someone.
Who was on the phone?” Kelli Keane asked.
“Just an acquaintance.”
“Why did you say you were at Annabel’s?”
Hamish smiled. “Because she’s in L.A., and if she knew I was here, well…”
“She would be displacing me in bed?”
Hamish turned toward her and took her in his arms. “No chance of that at all,” he said.
Kate came back and handed Holly her phone. “Thank you. I’ve had Langley track Hamish’s phone, and it puts him in Berkeley Square, London.”
Hamish went into the bathroom, taking his phone with him. He pressed a speed dial button, and the phone took a moment to connect.
“Yes?”
“It is I. Where are you parked?”
“Just outside Annabel’s.”
“Wait one hour, then go back to my address and park the car outside the house.”
“It will be done.”
Hamish flushed the toilet, then went back into the bedroom. “Where were we?” he asked, jumping into bed.
; 46
Stone took his plate and went to sit by Dino. Viv was in deep conversation with Immi Gotham a few yards away.
“I’m sorry I haven’t seen much of you the past couple of days,” Stone said.
“Not your fault, pal. I’ve been pretty busy myself.”
“And I don’t blame you a bit,” Stone said. “Viv is a knockout.”
“Okay, so what the fuck is going on around here? What have you and Mike and that Secret Service dick been up to?”
“You got something against the Secret Service?”
“I’ve got something against all feds,” Dino replied. “Every time I’ve tried to work with them I’ve gotten fucked.”
“Well, there is that.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” Dino pointed out.
“Would you believe me if I told you you wouldn’t want to know?”
“Half of what I know I didn’t want to know.”
“You probably noticed a lot of security around here-I mean, more than when we arrived.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
“Well, they searched the whole property, and they found a bomb in a wine storage room adjacent to the main restaurant.”
“What kind of bomb?”
“Both simple and sophisticated, the expert said. A kilo or two of plastique.”
“Since we’re sitting here having dinner with the president, my guess is they disarmed it.”
“Right, but there may be two more. Not here, because the place has been ransacked, but somewhere. They may try to get them onto the grounds.”
“I hear they’re practically strip-searching every arrival.”
“That’s true, so if the bombs are not here, it’s a pretty sure thing that they’re not going to be.”
Dino nodded. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because you look like you know something you don’t want anybody else to know.”
“Am I that transparent?”
“Come on, are you kidding me? Should I be running for a flight out of here?”
“I think the answer to your question is right over there,” Stone said, nodding in the direction of the president, “eating fried chicken with his fingers.”
“I always thought that was the best way,” Dino said. “I mean, if you’re gonna eat fried chicken. And if he feels safe, so I and mine should feel safe?”
“You see the young man talking to the president?”
“I think I recognize him. He’s related to you, isn’t he?”
“He is. And if I thought he weren’t safe, he would be on a plane back to New York, along with the rest of us.”
Peter Barrington sat on the sofa next to the president of the United States and ate his fried chicken with his fingers.
“You know,” Will Lee said, “I’ve got a son-stepson, really-who’s a little older than you. His name is Peter, too.”
“I heard that,” Peter replied. “I heard he slipped up and went to Harvard.”
Lee laughed and handed his plate to a passing waiter, then wiped his hands carefully. “Our Peter sent us a copy of your film, Autumn Kill. Kate and I thought it was terrific, and I couldn’t believe a student did it.”
“Thank you, sir,” Peter replied.
“How much of it was true?”
Peter shrugged. “Well, nobody has sued me yet, though I hear it caused quite a stir at my old school. It was based on rumors, really, kind of a legend that gets handed down from class to class. I filled in a lot of blanks, just made up stuff, but the reaction made me think I might have guessed right.” Peter wiped his fingers, and a waiter took his plate and the president’s napkin.
“You’re at Yale Drama, right?”
“That’s right. Ben Bacchetti and I are, anyway. Hattie, whom you met, is studying composition at the School of Music.”
“I hear she’s quite a pianist.”
“You’ll hear her tomorrow night. She’s going to open the concert and do a number with Ms. Gotham, too.”
“That will be quite a showcase for her,” Lee said. “Don’t let her go all Hollywood on you.”
Peter laughed. “We’re all going to go Hollywood next year. We’re going to have a production deal at Centurion Studios and make our own movies. Ben will produce, Hattie will score them, and I’ll write and direct. Oh, and I haven’t told Dad about it yet, so keep it under your hat, will you?”
“Don’t worry, I’m accustomed to keeping secrets,” Lee said.
“By the way, congratulations on your agreement with President Vargas. It’s already on MSNBC.”
“Thank you, Peter. It’s just one more box to check off before my term ends.”
“What are you going to do then?”
“I’m going to go back to Meriwether County, Georgia, and write my memoirs. I have to-the publishing deal is already done. And by the way, keep that under your hat until you hear about it on the news, which won’t be long.”
“I’ll look forward to reading it,” Peter said.
“And I’ll look forward to seeing more of your movies.”
Dino sidled over and caught Viv by herself for a moment. “How you doing?”
“Just great, thanks. You know, that Immi is quite a nice lady.”
“I noticed that for the last twenty years,” Dino said.
“What are you doing over here talking to me, when you could be talking to her?” Viv asked.
“I just wanted to tell you something.”
“I always like to know something.”
“Something might happen here that will come as a surprise.”
“Pleasant or unpleasant?”
“I’m pessimistic.”
“So what is it?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“You said you were going to tell me something. That was nothing.”
“I can’t tell you, because Stone wouldn’t tell me.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, but I know Stone well enough to know that if he could’ve, he would’ve.”
Viv sighed. “Sheesh, you guys!”
47
Holly finished her fried chicken and called Langley again, asking for a position on Hamish McCallister.
“Stand by,” the officer said. Then, a moment later, “Got it. Position is now Chelsea, right by the river.”
“Do you have a home address for him?” Holly asked.
A brief silence. “Negative, I have nothing. When I run the name a note comes up saying, ‘Contact the office of the director.’ That’s you, isn’t it?”
“Right,” Holly said. “Thanks.” She hung up and went to find Kate Lee.
Kate was standing by the pool, talking to Stone, and Holly gently pulled her aside. “Do you know where Hamish McCallister lives?”
“In London,” Kate replied, “when he’s not traveling.”
“Where in London?”
“He has a house on the Chelsea Embankment-very expensive neighborhood.”
“By the River Thames?”
“Good guess. What’s going on, Holly?”
“I don’t know, exactly. I’m just very concerned to hear that Hamish has a half brother whose name has come up in a search for a bomb factory in this country.”
“I agree, that’s not happy news. My recollection, though, is that Hamish and his brother are not close, having grown up in different families.”
“Is that what Hamish told you?”
“It’s what Dick Stone told me.”
“I called Hamish after you and I talked earlier. He told me that he was at Annabel’s, in London. A position track confirmed that.”
“Good.”
“But when I asked him about the whereabouts of his brother, Mohammad, he told me that Mo was sitting across the table from him, drinking champagne, and that Mo had spent the past month at the McCallister place on the Isle of Murk, having just arrived from there by train yesterday. That raises the question: if they’re no
t close and were raised by different families, why is Mo spending a month at a time on Murk with a family that is not his?”
Kate frowned. “I can’t come up with even a hypothetical answer to that question. Call London and have them investigate the whereabouts of Mo.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Holly said. She went back to the study and called the CIA station at the American Embassy in London.
A woman answered. “Please state your business.”
“This is Assistant Director Holly Barker. What time is it in London?”
“Seven A.M.,” the woman replied.
“Is the station chief in his office at this hour?”
“He gets in at seven. I’ll connect you.” There was a click, then a pause.
“Good morning, Holly, this is Tom Riley.”
“Good morning, Tom. Scramble, please.”
There was some noise on the line, then, “We’re scrambled.”
“I’m calling from Los Angeles, where the director is traveling with her husband, and we need a position check on somebody, stat. His name is Mohammad Shazaz, known as Mo.” She spelled it for him. “He was alleged to have been at Annabel’s an hour or two ago, and for the month before that, visiting a prominent family called McCallister, on the Scottish isle of Murk.”
“Got it,” Riley said. “Do we know him?”
“We know his half brother, Hamish McCallister, who is our asset, reporting directly to the director’s office.”
“The director has an asset in the U.K. that’s reporting not to me but directly to her?”
“That is correct. It was approved by Dick Stone. I’d also like a position check on Mr. McCallister. His agency phone locator puts him currently at his house on the Chelsea Embankment, London. If that is correct, Mr. Shazaz may be staying with him.”
“We’ll start there,” Riley said, having apparently gotten over the fact that his boss had bypassed him in running an asset.
“Thank you. Are you reading my cell number?”
“Yes, I’ve got it.”
“It’s eleven P.M. in L.A. Call me, no matter how late it is.”
“Will do.” Riley hung up.
There was a knock at the door, and Felicity Devonshire poked her head in. “Are you receiving company?”