Robert Bidinotto - Hunter

“Ken, great to see you! So good of you to stop by,” he said, pumping MacLean’s hand and clapping him on the shoulder as if they were old college drinking buddies. It was only the second time they’d ever met.

“My pleasure, Congressman.”

“Wish I could’ve met you in the office, Ken, but I have a vote coming up at eleven-thirty. Have a few minutes? Good. Walk with me.”

Horowitz led the way while two aides trailed them. They made small talk until they arrived at an imposing set of bronzed elevator doors. Once inside, Horowitz didn’t waste time getting to the point.

“About H.R. 207, Ken. We’re all tied up with other business for the next couple of months, but we’re looking good for squeezing a vote in before the Christmas recess.”

“That’s great to hear, Congressman.” MacLean started to relax.

“But the reason I wanted to talk to you. Some people in my caucus are beginning to get a bit nervous. It’s all that vigilante nonsense, and those Inquirer stories about crime victims.”

“Oh.”

“Nobody wants to be tagged as ‘soft on crime.’”

“I know.”

They were now walking along the broad underground passageway that linked the Cannon Building to the Capitol. Thick pipes and cable conduits ran along one wall, while the other was decorated with pictures.

“Hey now, don’t worry. We’re still in good shape for a floor vote. Just a few folks are wavering, that’s all. I’m sure I can hold them. Especially since nobody has gone directly after the bill in the media. We do get some mail from the victims’ rights groups, but so far there’s no public commotion.”

“I see.” He understood the implication. And it caused him to remember the phone call yesterday-an interview request from some researcher with a funny name. Diffendooser, or something like that. He was glad now that he hadn’t taken the call.

“So the plan is, we keep a low profile until the vote. If there’s any public discussion, though, I may have to call upon you again, and your associate-what’s his name?”

“Dr. Carl Frankfurt.”

“That’s the guy. The testimony from the two of you really impressed everybody during the hearings. Anyway, if there’s any fuss, I may need you to come down here and soothe some nerves.”

But who’s going to settle mine?

“You can count on me, Congressman,” he said. “I’ll do whatever it takes. This bill represents the culmination of my life’s work.”

“That’s the spirit. Together, we’ll get it done.”

They had reached the end of the passageway, where it connected to another corridor.

“Okay, this is where I have to leave you. I’ll let Wendy show you upstairs to the exit.” He stuck out his hand, clapped MacLean’s shoulder again, turned on his one-hundred-watt smile. “It was great to see you again, Ken. Thanks so much for dropping by.”

MacLean was outside of the building before he realized that Horowitz had used exactly the same words to greet him and to send him on his way.

CIA Headquarters, Langley, Virginia

Friday, October 3, 2:45 p.m.

“Hey there, stranger, what’s the big rush?”

Annie stopped in the middle of the corridor. “Oh, Susie. I didn’t see you.”

Her friend laughed. “You had your eyes on your watch. You blew right past me.”

“Sorry. I have my mind on other things, I guess.”

“I guess, indeed.” Susie took in the coat draped over Annie’s arm. “Leaving so early?”

She nodded. “I’ve come in early the past couple days so that I could beat the Friday traffic.”

“Yeah, yeah, well, you can’t fool me. I bet you’ve got a hot date.”

The joke caught her by surprise. She felt her cheeks grow warm.

Susie’s eyes widened. “No. Not really.”

Dammit.

Susie grabbed her arms. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” Suddenly, a huge grin spread across her face. “It’s him, isn’t it? Tell me it’s him!”

She had to smile and nod. “It just…happened.”

“Wow! When?”

“Two weeks ago”

“And you’ve been keeping this a secret from me?”

“Well, I really didn’t want to say anything. I mean, you just-” She stopped.

“Oh, Annie. Did you think news like this would make me feel bad? Didn’t you know I’d be thrilled for you, girlfriend?”

She could only answer with a long hug.

Susie moved back, held her at arm’s length. “I should have known. You’ve been absolutely glowing lately. And I certainly knew he was interested. That night at my house-he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

“Shhh.” She glanced around. “Don’t you know this is the CIA? The walls have ears.”

Susie laughed. “Well, when you can spare some time- if you can tear yourself away from him-let’s get together for coffee. Then you can tell me all about it. Everything. I want sordid details.”

“Pervert.”

“Just teasing. I’m so happy for you. What a catch!” Then she looked her up and down. “No, I take that back. He’s definitely getting the better of it.”

“Susie, dear, you are such a treasure.”

“Well, a fine treasure I am, holding you up. Now, go to your man, Annie Woods.”

The words struck her with unexpected force. She leaned in to kiss her friend on the cheek, then had to turn away quickly.

Washington, D.C.

Friday, October 3, 3:45 p.m.

She reached the office building just up Connecticut from K Street. After a couple of left turns, she drove down the ramp on 18th into the underground garage. Following his instructions, she took the elevator to the tenth floor.

When she entered the reception area, a gorgeous African-American woman seated behind the counter looked up and smiled.

“May I help you?”

“Yes. I’m here to see Mr. Hunter.”

The receptionist’s eyes moved in an appraising, once-over glance. “You must be Ms. Woods, then.”

“That’s right.”

“I’ll let him know you’re here. Why don’t you have a seat?”

She felt the woman’s eyes on her as she walked to a chair.

He emerged from a hallway a moment later. He was in a business suit, beautifully tailored and charcoal gray. As he approached, she noticed how the rich copper tones in his tie picked up the hazel of his eyes.

She stood to meet him. He smiled his crooked little smile and kissed her. Not long. Just long enough for her to notice the receptionist raise a brow in amusement.

Dylan took her hand and drew her to the desk as the woman stood.

“Annie Woods, this is Danika Brown. Danika handles all my business arrangements.” He paused, just an instant. Looking at her, not the receptionist, he said: “Annie is my girlfriend, Danika.”

The word sent a tiny shiver through her.

Danika’s face lit with a dazzling smile. “I am truly pleased to meet you, Ms. Woods.”

“And Dylan has said wonderful things about you, Ms. Brown.”

He groaned. “Ladies, please. Cut the Ms. stuff. First names, shall we?”

They laughed.

“Okay-Annie,” she said.

“I’m delighted to meet you, Danika.”

“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it? I wanted Annie to see where I work. At least, where I sometimes work.”

Danika shot him a mischievous glance. “Well, Mr. Hunter, meeting this lovely lady, I understand now why I’ve seen so little of you lately.”

He grinned. “Mainly, though, I wanted the two of you to meet. You’ll be seeing a lot of each other in the future. Annie will give you her phone number before we leave today, so that if you can’t otherwise reach me, you can try her. Now, if you’ll excuse us, Danika, I’ll show her around a bit before we head over to the Mayflower for cocktails and an early dinner.”

As he walked her down the hall, Annie couldn’t resist saying, “She’s truly stunning.”