"Why's that?"
"Because we won't be landing on a regular runway; it's more like a little road. No lights or tower or anything. Just a wind sock."
"That's comforting."
"Let me call down and check on the house."
They went over to the phone bank and Lee listened while Faith confirmed their arrival. She hung up. "All set. We can get a rental car once we get down there."
"So far, so good."
"It's a nice place to relax. You don't need to see or talk to anybody else if you don't want to."
"I don't want to," said Lee firmly.
"I'd like to ask you a question," Faith said as they walked toward a cafe'.
"Shoot."
"How long had you been following me?"
"Six days," he promptly answered, "during which you made three trips to the cottage, including last night."
Last night, Faith thought. Was that all it had been? "And you haven't reported back to your employer yet?"
"Why not?"
"I like to do weekly reports, unless something really extraordinary happens. Believe me, if I'd had time, last night would have qualified for the mother of all reports."
"How were you to make these reports if you don't know who hired you?"
"I was given a phone number."
"And you never checked up on it?"
He looked at her with annoyance. "Nah, why should I care? Take the money and run."
She looked chastened. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Uh-huh, sure." He shifted the bags slightly and continued, "There's a special crisscross directory that'll give you the corresponding address if you have the phone number."
"And?"
"And in these days of satellite phones and nationwide cell networks and crap like that, nothing came up. I called the number. It must have been set up just to receive calls from me because it told Mr. Adams to leave any information on the tape. It also gave a P.O. box in D.C.
Being the ever curious type I checked that out too, but it was listed in the name of a corporation I'd never heard of, with an address that turned out to be phony. Dead end." He looked down at her. "I take my work seriously, Faith. I don't like walking into traps. Famous last words, right?"
They stopped at the small cafe', bought their coffee and a couple of bagels and sat down in a vacant corner of the place.
Faith took a quick breath as she sipped her coffee and nibbled on a poppy seed bagel oozing butter. Maybe he was being straight with her, but he still had a connection to Danny Buchanan. It was such a strange feeling suddenly being fearful of a man she had idolized. If things had not changed so much between them the last year, she would have been tempted to call Danny. But she was confused now, the horror of last night so crystal clear in her mind. Besides, what was she supposed to ask him: Danny, did you try and have me killed last night? If you did, please stop, I'm working with the FBI to help you, really And why did you hire Lee to follow me, Danny? Yes, she had to part company with Lee, and soon.
"The report you were given, tell me what it said about me," Faith said.
"You're a lobbyist. You used to be with a big outfit, represented Fortune 500s. About ten years ago, you and a man named Daniel Buchanan started your own firm."
"Did it mention any of our current clients?"
He cocked his head. "No, is that important?"
"What do you know about Buchanan?"
"The report didn't say much about him, but I did some digging on my own, nothing you won't know. Buchanan is a legend on the Hill. Knows everybody and everybody knows him. Fought all the big battles, made a ton of money doing it. I assume you didn't do so badly yourself."
"I did well. What else?"
He stared at her strangely. "Why do you want to hear something you already know? Is Buchanan somehow mixed up in all this?"
Now it was Faith's turn to scrutinize Lee. If he was playing dumb, he was doing an exceptional job, she thought.
"Danny Buchanan is an honorable man. I owe him everything I have."
"Sounds like a good friend. But you didn't answer my question."
"People like Danny are rare. A true visionary."
"And you?"
"Me? I just help implement his vision. People like me are a dime a dozen."
"You don't strike me as so ordinary." Faith took a sip of coffee and didn't respond. "So how does one become a lobbyist?"
Faith stifled a yawn and sipped her coffee again. Her head was starting to pound. She had never needed much rest, galloping the globe, catching only plane catnaps. But right now she felt like curling up under the table and sleeping for the next ten years. Maybe her body was reacting to the last twelve hours of horror by shutting itself down, throwing in the towel. Please don't hurt me.
"I could lie and say I wanted to change the world. That's what everyone says, isn't it?" She pulled a bottle of aspirin from her bag, popped two and washed them down with coffee. "Actually, I remember watching the Watergate hearings when I was a kid. All those very serious people in that room. All these middle-aged men with wide ugly ties, puffy faces, over-easy hair, talking into these clunky microphones, and all the lawyers whispering into their ears. All the media, the whole world focused right there. What the rest of the country apparently found appalling, I found extremely cool. All that power!" She smiled weakly into her coffee cup. "My demented soul. The nuns were right about me. One in particular, Sister Audrey Ann, truly believed my name was a blasphemy. "Dear Faith," she would say, 'live up to your Christian name, not down to your devilish urges.""
"So you were a rabble rouser?"
"It's like if I saw a habit coming my way I just turned evil. My dad moved us around a lot, but I did well enough in school, even if I raised hell outside it. I went to a good college, ended up in Washington with all those memories of absolute power dancing in my head. I didn't have the faintest idea what to do with myself, but I knew desperately I wanted to get into the game. I did a stint on Capitol Hill for a freshman congressman and caught the eye of Danny Buchanan. He snatched me up, saw something in me, I guess. I think he liked my spirit-I was running the office with all of two months' experience behind me. The way I sort of refused to back down from anyone, even the Speaker of the House."
"I guess that is impressive for somebody right out of college."
"My philosophy was, after the nuns, politicians weren't much of a challenge."
Lee cracked a smile. "Makes me glad I went to public school." He glanced away for a second. "Don't look now, but the FBI is circling."
"What?" She whipped her head around, looking everywhere.
Lee rolled his eyes. "Oh, that was good."
"Where are they?"
He lightly smacked the tabletop. "They're nowhere. And they're everywhere. The Feds don't walk around with their badges pinned to their foreheads. You won't see them."
"So why the hell did you say they were circling?"
"It was a little test. And you failed. I can spot the Feds, sometimes, not always. If I ever say that to you again, I won't be kidding. They will be there. And you can't react the way you just did. Normal, slow movements. Just a pretty woman on a holiday with her boyfriend. Understand?"
"Okay, fine. But just don't pull that crap on me again. My nerves aren't well rested."
"How are you paying for the tickets?"
"How should I pay for them?"
"Your credit card. Under your other name. Don't want to flash a bunch of cash around. You buy a one-way ticket with cash leaving today, that might be a red flag for the airline. Right now, the less attention, the better. What is it, by the way? Your other name?"
"Suzanne Blake."
"Nice name."
"Suzanne was my mother's name."
"Was? Passed on?"
"Both my parents. My mother when I was eleven. My dad six years later. No brothers or sisters. I was a seventeen-year-old orphan."
"That must've been tough."
Faith didn't say anything for a long mom
ent. Talking about her past was always hard, so she rarely did so. And she really didn't know this man. Still, there was something about Lee Adams that was comforting, solid. "I really loved my mother," she began. "She was a good woman, and long-suffering, because of my dad. He was a good person too, but one of those souls who always have an angle, a way to make a quick buck with these crazy ideas. And when his plan blew up, and it always did, we'd have to pack up and move on."
"Why was that?"
"Because other people always lost money with my dad's grand schemes too. And they were understandably upset about it. We moved four times before my mother died. Five more times after that. We prayed for my dad every day, my mom and I. Right before she died, she told me to take care of him, and me all of eleven."
Lee shook his head. "I can't even relate to that. My parents have lived in the same house for fifty years. How did you manage to keep it together after your mother died?"
The words somehow came easier for Faith now. "It wasn't as tough as you'd think. Mom loved my dad, hated how he lived, his schemes, all the moving. But he wasn't going to change, so they weren't the happiest couple to live with. There were times I really thought she was going to kill him. When she died, it sort of became my dad and me against the world. He'd dress me up in the one nice outfit I had and show me off to all his prospective partners. I guess people would think, how can this guy be so bad, what with his little girl right there and all? When I got to be sixteen I'd even help him pitch his deals. I grew up fast. I guess that's where I got my motor mouth and my backbone. I learned to think on my feet."
"Quite an alternative education," Lee commented. "But I can see how it would serve you well as a lobbyist."
Her eyes grew moist. "On the way to every meeting, he'd say, "This one is the one, Faith, darling. I can feel it right here," and he'd put his hand over his heart. "It's all for you, baby girl. Daddy loves his Faith." And I believed him every single damn time."
"Sounds like he really ended up hurting you," Lee said quietly.
Faith shook her head stubbornly. "It wasn't like he was trying to rip people off. We're not talking Ponzi schemes or anything. He sincerely believed his ideas would work. But they never did and we'd move on.
And it wasn't like we ever made any money. God, we slept in our car enough times. How many times do I remember my dad strolling into the back door of restaurants and walking out a little later
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