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book smart.”
    She looked over at Stone. “Did you go to college?”
    He shook his head. “Wanted to but I ended up going to war instead.”
    She said, “Vietnam?” He nodded.
    “So that’s why you fight so good. You ain’t one of them crazy vets with a metal plate in your head, are you?” said Danny, grinning. “A walking time bomb?”
    “The man fought for his country, Danny, don’t make that into a joke,” scolded his mother.
    “I made it home without any metal plates,” Stone said.
    “Ever get shot?” Danny asked eagerly.
    Stone said, “I agree with your mother. College should be on your radar.”
    “Well, I’ll just go sign up right now. Just give me a check for a hundred grand for Harvard, Ma, and I’m out of here.”
    Abby started to say something when the door opened. Stone could sense the quiet chatter in the restaurant fading away. When he looked up he saw the big man standing in the doorway, his uniform sparkling and his Stetson perched at an angle on his head. His skin was leathery and lined from wind and sun. But it was a handsome face, its jaw tight and jutting like the lower half of a medieval helmet. The curly fringes of his dark hair stuck out from under the rim of the Stetson. His right hand rested over the top of his holstered pistol like a road scavenger’s claw over its kill.
    His gaze swung around Rita’s until it came to rest on Abby Riker. He smiled. Then he saw Stone sitting next to her. And the big man stopped smiling.

CHAPTER 13
    A LEX F ORD WAS HEADING OUT to grab some lunch when the man approached him on the street outside of the Secret Service’s Washington Field Office.
    “Got a minute?” the fellow asked, flashing his creds.
    Alex flinched when he saw the Agency insignia.
    Great, here we go.
    “What’s this about, Agent Knox?” But he really already knew of course.
    “We need to talk.”
    “Now?”
    “Now.”
    The two men started off and soon they reached a small park where Knox sat on a bench and motioned for Alex to join him.
    Knox spoke for some minutes, mostly telling Alex things he already knew.
    “Your friend’s not at home,” Knox said.
    “Really? I haven’t been by to see him lately.”
    “But according to my sources you have been by to see the lady that was staying there. Funny, she’s gone too. What can you tell me about her?”
    “Not much.”
    “Let’s start with a name.”
    Alex drew a shallow breath.
This could get real complicated real fast.
“What’s her involvement? Or my friend’s?”
    “That’s what we’re trying to figure out. Her name?”
    “Susan. Susan Hunter.”
    “Do you know where she is?”
    “No.”
At least that’s the truth.
    “What’s your relationship with her?”
    “Just friends.”
    “And why is your friend gone now?”
    “Who knows? Here today, gone tomorrow. She’s just that sort of person.”
    “Your other
friend
Oliver Stone received a commendation from none other than the FBI director for helping to break up a spy ring here in D.C.”
    “That’s right. I was involved in that at the end. But he deserves the credit.”
    “And he used to have a tent in Lafayette Park. A White House protestor. And he was caretaker at a cemetery. And he helps break up spy rings. Interesting career choices.”
    “He’s an interesting guy.”
    “What else can you tell me about this interesting guy? Like his connection to Carter Gray?”
    “Carter Gray?” Alex did his best to appear baffled even as the sweat gathered under his armpits. By lying to a federal officer he’d already committed several felonies. He was digging his professional grave deeper with each word.
    “Yeah. Carter Gray. Stone went to see him on the night his house was blown up. You came out the next day with him to the crime scene. I’ve talked to the FBI agents who were out there with both of you.”
    “Right, right. Well, I knew that Oliver had gone to see Gray because he told me he had. I don’t know why. He asked me to come with him to