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man with a
slightly protruding belly and nodded.
    Willis took this opportunity to drop the
stick at his Hal’s feet and shook. Fetch with Willis could go on for hours.
    Chuckling, Hal hitched his pant leg then
leaned his foot and rear against the rock. “I can see your dog has adapted back
home fine.”
    Jake threw the stick in the opposite
direction as he settled back on the rock. “He’s just as much of an attention
whore as ever.”
    Hal glanced at the river. “This is a good
spot to talk, private with no one to interrupt.”
    Larry leaned on a nearby tree. “It is.”
    Jake drained his bottle. “So the chatter
on the FBI wire is that Pamela is in possession of stolen bearer bonds.”
    “Yep.” Larry cleared his throat. “Why
would Sanjar use a businesswoman, living in the small area of
Fredericksburg
, to do his dirty work?”
    “It’s a perfect area to hide, but I
believe there’s another person involved setting all this into motion.”
    “I’m inclined to agree with you, son.”
Hal shifted on the rock.
    Larry nodded. “What did your informant
say?”
    Jake commented dryly, “Sanjar is looking
for money to fund his hatred toward the
United States
. Chemical warfare was
mentioned.”
    Jake passed Hal a beer. “Last night when
I surveilled The Memory Café, I heard a woman scream from within. Given that,
and the fact I saw a man lurking in the parking lot behind the café, I broke
in. Once I entered the premises, I found Pamela Young shaking. Someone put a
brick through the café’s window. A note was attached. It said you’ve run out of time. Don’t involve the
police . Ms. Young has received two other notes that I have yet to see.”
    “Did you see the man’s face?” Larry
asked.
    “No, his raincoat covered his face.” Jake
released a breath and held up a finger. “Here’s the thing. Ms. Young said the
man had shiny teeth.”
    Larry groaned. “One of Sanjar’s men?”
    “Possibly.”
    Hal groaned.
    Larry shoved off from the tree to face
the Director. “Sir, I don’t mean to question your authority, but is it a smart
move for Jake to be involved in this case? You know Sanjar’s and his history.
Besides, the FBI should be handling this case rather than farming it out.”
    Hal straightened. “All good points, but
as you know, Donald Young is a man I’ll forever be indebted to. If I can keep
his only child from being a suspect in a formal FBI terrorist case, I will. The
man saved my life in
Vietnam
.
I owe him at least that.”
    “Furthermore,” Jake cut in, “It’s been
five years. I looked different then than I do now.” Long dread-locks had
covered his head like a sheep dog, causing his head to itch constantly, and
green contacts had irritated his eyes, changing the whites of his eyes to red.
“I owe Sanjar for what he did to Jennifer.” She may have deceived him, but she
didn’t deserve the fate she received.
    Larry nodded. “That you do, my friend. By
the way, did Pamela remember you?”
    Jake thought about last night. He didn’t
know if she remembered him, but he could never forget her. In the dark, his
body had reacted to her nearness, an occurrence that hadn’t happened to him for
some time, not since Jennifer, and that lust had backfired.
    He shook his head. “No, I don’t believe
she did.”
    “Where’d Pamela stay last night?” the
Director wanted to know.
    “At her townhouse, I stayed in the guest
room.” Jake’s mind quickly flashed to her bedroom and him checking her window
latches. He had entered her room after checking the downstairs windows and
doors while she was in the bathroom. When she floated out of the adjoining
room, her mouth formed a perfect o. Her
expression, mixed with the cotton daisy pajamas she wore, put a fire under him,
making his veins burn with lust. His fingers itched with the temptation to
touch each daisy on her pajamas. Quickly, he had crossed the hall to the guest
bedroom before he gave into the temptation to count them and touch