Chapter 29

“You’ve got the wrong guy. I’m never kind.”

“Of course not. What’s bothering you?”

He didn’t ask what I was talking about. He was aware I knew him too well. “I get the feeling we’re being watched.”

Unobtrusively, I looked up and down the portion of Lexington Avenue where we stood.

“I don’t see anyone.”

“Neither do I.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Good idea.”

A cab pulled up to the curb and I got our carryons into the trunk. Mark gave a final glance around, then got into the cab.

“Where to, mac?” the driver asked around a wad of chewing gum.

“Take us to LaGuardia.”

***

We arrived back in DC a couple of hours later. Ben-David whistled during the entire flight home, and Mark and I exchanged glances more than once.

“I swear to God, I’m gonna shoot him,” Mark finally muttered, then raised his voice. “Sounds like something’s made you happy.”

Ben-David glanced over his shoulder, his expression once again wiped clear of anything remotely like a smile.