Chapter 5

“Yeah,” Randy said, “but what, and from whom?”

“Surely it has something to do with your top-secret work,” I said. “Nobody knows about my part-time work for the agency—at that point I hadn’t even told Catherine about it, not that I kept secrets from her, but because I hadn’t gotten around to telling her. In fact, I was going to use my earnings to buy something nice for her and tell her then.”

“We’ll just have to wait until you’re contacted by a party or parties unknown,” Rupert said. “Meanwhile, may I have this?”

“Certainly, and Randy can get you a copy of one or two of the pictures he took.”

“A negative with a date would be even better,” Rupert said.

“I can do that,” Randy said. “They’re in a locked drawer in our safe room.”

“Should we try to defuse things by talking to our superiors at work?” I said.

Washington, DC12 November 2010

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