Part 21 (1/2)
As he finished with the visitors and returned to work, he felt his face burn. And it wasn't from his recent injuries, but rather from embarra.s.sment. It had been so stupid of him to do that particularly in front of Adelphia. He could still feel the weight of the knife in his hand. So stupid So stupid.
Later he decided to take the Metro to Milton's house. If his friend had been able to trace the car tag, Stone wanted to know. Plus, he wanted to make sure Milton was all right. The people they were dealing with could also run down a fingerprint as easily as Milton could.
He was walking down the street toward the Foggy Bottom subway station when he heard a horn sound behind him. He turned. It was Agent Ford. He pulled his Crown Vic to the curb and rolled down the window.
”Want a ride?” Alex suddenly noted his friend's injuries. ”What the h.e.l.l happened to you?”
”I fell.”
”You okay?”
”My ego was bruised more than my face.” Stone climbed into the car and Alex sped off.
Waiting for what he hoped was an acceptable period of time, Stone finally said, ”I was thinking about our conversation last night. How's your investigation going?”
”It's going so well I've been busted back to protection detail.”
”Agent Ford-”
”You know, Oliver, after all these years, you can probably call me Alex.”
”I hope that my advice didn't get you in trouble, Alex.”
”I'm a big boy. And you happened to be right. Only I didn't have all the facts straight, and now I'm paying the price.”
”What facts?”
”Afraid I can't say. Where you heading, by the way?”
Stone told him. ”I'm visiting some friends,” he added.
”I hope they're the ones in high places. You can never have too many of those.”
”I'm afraid I don't have any any of those.” of those.”
”Neither do I. But h.e.l.l, it turns out my rookie partner-and I use the term 'partner' very loosely-it turns out she has some of those kinds of friends. In fact, she informed me today that her G.o.dfather is none other than Carter Gray.”
Stone looked at him. ”Who's your partner?”
”Jackie Simpson.”
Stone stiffened. ”Roger Simpson's daughter?”
”How'd you know that?”
”You mentioned friends in high places, and they don't come much higher than Roger Simpson. He worked at the CIA but that was decades ago.”
”I didn't know about that, but I guess it explains his interest in intelligence.”
Stone was staring out the window. ”How old is the woman?”
”What, Jackie? Mid-thirties.”
”And she's just starting out at the Secret Service?”
”She was a cop in Alabama before joining the Service.”
”What's she like?”
”Well, she's pretty high on my s.h.i.+t list right now. The lady basically sold me down the river this morning.”
”I mean what does she look look like?” like?”
”Why do you want to know?”
”Just curious,” Stone said.
”She's pet.i.te, black hair, blue eyes, and has a big-time drawl when she's real p.i.s.sed. She doesn't back down and says what's on her mind. No shrinking violet.”
”I see. Attractive?”
”Why, you thinking about asking her out?” Alex said grinning.
”Old men are always curious about young women,” Stone replied with a smile.
Ford shrugged. ”She's pretty, if you get past the att.i.tude.”
Mid-thirties, thought Stone. thought Stone. Black hair, blue eyes and an att.i.tude. Black hair, blue eyes and an att.i.tude.
”Have you ever met Carter Gray?” Stone asked.
”I did today,” Alex said.
”What was your opinion?”
”Pretty d.a.m.n impressive.”
”So is that why you got in trouble? You ran into Gray?”
”Let's just say I thought I'd be real smart and let the two NIC agents on the case run some a.n.a.lysis on the suicide note we found. That would give me an excuse to go there and poke around. Turns out I got sandbagged. I should've seen it coming.”
Stone had not been listening to the last part. His attention had been captured by the part about NIC having the suicide note. Were Milton's fingerprints on it? Were Milton's fingerprints on it?
”Uh, were the two agents at NIC helpful?”
”Not particularly. You know, I hate spooks, I really do. I don't give a c.r.a.p if you call them the National Intelligence Center, the Central Intelligence Agency, or the Defense Intelligence Agency, they wouldn't tell you the truth if their mother's life depended on it.”
”No, they wouldn't,” Stone said under his breath.
Halfway to his destination, Stone instructed Alex to let him off up ahead.