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always
kept his part of the bargain. Now, in the waning days of his career, he was
finding some of the biggest ones the hardest to keep.
    “Everett, we have to
be very careful with this,” he told the man on the other end of the
conversation. “I’ve told you that.”
    “Time is running out,”
Congressman Everett Hanes said, his deep voice booming across the wires. “That
bill is ready to come out of committee, and once it does, if President Brandon
signs it, we’re all cooked.”
    “I’m working on
things.”
    “Like killing JohnWilson.”
Hanes snorted derisively. “That was a stupid move.”
    “That wasn’t me and
you. It was ordered by our patron. The eminent entrepreneur, Andrew Brechtel.”
    “Brechtel should
realize he can’t have his trained monkeys running around killing people in this
country the way he does everywhere else.”
    Patterson gritted his
teeth. “Don’t try to tell me you had no idea how he operated.”
    Hanes made a rude
noise. “Even he should have known killing Wilson would open a can of worms. Now
that ultra-secret team of his is breathing down our necks. And we’re nearly out
of time.”
    “But they didn’t find
anything, right? No one knows what he did with the information, especially them.
Otherwise, we’d be out of business. So what did we gain?” Patterson picked up a
pen and began rolling it between his fingers.
    “We got rid of one
troublesome thorn in our side,” Hanes conceded.
    “Yes, well, if we’d
just been a little more patient, we might have had everything.” He cleared his
throat. “We did get one nice little piece of information none of you were aware
of.”
    “And that is?”
    “We got hold of his real identification file, not the fake one they built for him.” Patterson liked
dropping bombshells like this. It kept people off balance, leaving more power
in his hands. “Guess what, folks. His actual name is John Devargas and he has a
sister.”
    “A sister? He has a
sister?” The voice was heavy with disbelief. “And how do you know that.”
    “Uncovering the
relationship wasn’t easy since that information is buried very deep. If we didn’t
have some heavy artillery on our side who knows how to find these things, I’d
never have found it.”
    “That heavy artillery
can’t be putting himself on the line like that. We can’t afford to have
anything trace back to him until we’re ready to move.” Hanes paused. “How did
she even cross your radar?”
    “It seems she paid a
little visit to her brother’s townhouse the same night we were ‘searching’ for
the information.”
    “How do we know it
was her brother’s place? He could have been a close friend. Or a lover.”
    “Our ‘friend’
breached the firewall searching for information on who our victim was. He had
to dig really deep but he uncovered the man’s real last name. Devargas. And
that opens another can of worms. In her haste to get away from the man we sent
to the townhouse, our little pigeon dropped her purse with all her
identification in it. Her driver’s license identifies her as Rina Devargas.
That’s not a common surname. And the relationship’s been verified. That means her
visit to his place was no accident.”
    There was a prolonged
silence before Hanes spoke again. “Is it too much to hope you know where this
sister is?”
    “I do.” Patterson
paused again, drawing out the anticipation deliciously.
    “So where is she?”
    “She lives in Texas. In San Antonio. Our friend has people on it as we speak. He’s sure she was at the
townhouse because John told her where he hid the information. Unfortunately for
all of us, he’d begun to suspect someone on his team had betrayed him and took
steps to keep the information away from everyone.” Patterson’s mouth lifted in
a vicious grin. “If only he knew how right he was. But that means our man in
place somehow gave himself away, and we can’t have that happen again.”
    “Tell our man to be
extra careful. If