He answered on the first ring. “Vincent.”
“Matheson, sir. I’ve finished shopping.”
“Yes?” His voice was cool, and I couldn’t help shivering. “Our sick friend would love to see what you bought.”
“But what about…uh…” I couldn’t name names.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s under control.”
“Yes, sir. I’m on my way.”
On the train ride back to my car, I accessed flight data on my PDA and was interested to see the only jet out to the Senator’s home state was at 9:45 the following morning. Unless Daren Curtin went over to spend the night with her, it didn’t look as if Diane Coyne would have an opportunity to meet with her lover before she left.
Would Mr. Vincent want me to listen in to the bugs that had been planted in her apartment, or would he have someone else take care of that? I dismissed the worry. He’d let me know soon enough.