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unbuttoning her blouse.
âOh, yeah,â Stone said, shucking off clothes.
12
L ance Cabot sat in his borrowed office at Langley, sifting through his notes. The phone rang. âLance Cabot.â
âMr. Cabot, this is Eileen, in the directorâs office. The director would like to see you.â
âOf course. When?â
âRight now, if youâre available.â
âIâll be there shortly.â
Lance closed his notebook, checked his hair in the mirror and slipped into the jacket of his pinstriped suit. He walked swiftly down the hallway, across the building to the directorâs office, which was on the same floor, and presented himself to her secretary.
âGo right in, Mr. Cabot,â she said.
âPlease, Eileen, itâs Lance.â He flashed her a smile, rapped lightly on the door and opened it.
âCome in, Lance,â Kate Lee said. She rose and walked to a seating area on the other side of her large office and waved him to a chair next to her.
âGood morning, Director.â
âPlease, call me Kate, when weâre not in meetings. It makes me more comfortable.â
It made Lance more comfortable, too. He wanted to be on an informal basis with her. There was an office down the hall that he very much wanted to fill. âThank you, Kate.â Lance liked the idea of working for a woman; he got along very well with women.
âLance, I believe youâre the best-dressed man at Langley,â she said, smiling.
Lance laughed. âItâs all those years of working out of London.â
âIâm sure if youâre here long enough, youâll raise the sartorial level among the other gentlemen in the building.â
âI doubt it,â Lance said.
âSo do I. Where are we on the Teddy Fay matter?â
âMoving along. Holly and her group are ensconced in St. Marks, and theyâve already made contact with Irene Foster.â
âHow did they go about that?â
âIt turned out to be quite easy. Theyâre staying at an inn that has the best restaurant on the island, and Irene came in for dinner. Her companion introduced himself, and Stone invited them for drinks.â
âHer companion?â
âYes, but itâs not Teddy; itâs someone she knew in Virginia before she retired, a building contractor named Harry Pitts.â
âTell me why you believe he is not Teddy.â
âA different physical type, and he has hair, which Teddy was short of.â
âAre there any photographs of Teddy when he was younger, when he had more hair?â
âThere are no photographs of Teddy at all.â
âOh, yes, I knew that.â
âHave you checked out this Pitts fellow?â
âYes, and heâs who he says he is. He was well known in the area for remodeling workâkitchens, that sort of thing. He sold his business last year and took up sailing. He sailed into St. Marks earlier this week and is staying at Ireneâs.â
âAs long as youâre satisfied.â
âIf Teddy is on St. Marksâand Iâm inclined to believe he isâthen heâs not going to be very visible, and heâs certainly not going to be living at Ireneâs house, not this soon. He would not just show up, but go to some lengths to insinuate himself gradually into the landscape.â
âI suppose. What has Holly learned about Irene?â
âThat sheâs lonely and probably drinks a little too much.â
âShe didnât when she was still here.â
âSheâs acquired a reputation for picking up men and taking them home. She didnât do that here, either.â
âNot that we know of.â
âItâs my assumption that if she did, youâd know it.â
âWell, she went through the usual periodic vetting and polygraph; we didnât spend a lot of time spying on her. She was a trusted member of the Company for a long time, and she was bloody good at what she did.â
âThat means if she was helping Teddy, she was good enough to hide it.â
âCertainly.â
âHolly and her crew are having dinner at her home tonight; perhaps theyâll turn up something new there.â
âIâm impressed,â Kate said.
âHollyâs a very bright girl; what she lacks in formal Agency training, she makes up for in her personal experience in her military and police careers, and her
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