is my cover blown?â Mara asked.
âNo,â he said, a little more slowly than she would have liked. âNo. I donât think so. Listen to me. This would be a good career move.â
âStaying in the field would be better.â
âWell, think about it. You donât have to make a decision yet.â
âItâs already made up.â
âTake your time.â
âIâm ready to go back now, Peter. I should be in Saigon. Did you find out who ripped off the money that was supposed to be at the drop?â
âI canât talk about it.â
âIâd like to cut his balls off.â
âMara.â Lucasâs voice had an exasperated tone that Mara recognized as a warning: the next thing out of his mouth would be a long speech about how much she owed him.
âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âTake a few days off. Three or four.â
âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âTake one day off at least.â He hung up.
Mara sighed and turned her attention back to the screen. Josh was getting up. The interviews were finally over.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Josh followed wearily as Jablonski and the two bodyguards from the federal marshalâs office squeezed him down the back hallway and hurried him into a stairwell.
âWhere are we going now?â Josh asked as they started down.
âWeâre going to get you some rest,â answered Jablonski. âAt least a few hours. Weâre setting up something with Sky News, and a BBC interview. But you should be able to do those by phone. The important things are the morning shows, and we want you better rested for that.â
âWhereâs Mara?â asked Josh.
âSheâll be along.â
âI wanted to talk to her.â
Jablonski started to make a face. The BlackBerry in his suit jacket rang; he reached in and took it out, glanced at the face for the caller ID, then held it to his ear.
âThis is William. Fred, how are you? Glad you could get back to me.â¦â Jablonski stopped and glanced at Josh. âWe might be able to give the congressman a personal briefing. A short one.â
Josh tensed. The earlier âpersonal briefingâ had almost gotten him killed this morning.
âHe doesnât have a lot of time,â Jablonski said. He winked at Josh. âThe congressman is? Well, maybe if they were seen walking togetherâ¦? Hold on.â
Jablonski muted the phone.
âI wonder if you could do a favor,â he told Josh. âThereâs a congressman from Long Island whoâs going to be in a pretty hard reelection campaign. Heâs a reliable vote. If we could help himâ¦â
âLike how?â
âHave your picture taken talking to him.â
âHow will that help?â
âOne hand washes the other,â said Jablonski, slurping in the end of the sentence. âDonât worry. It does.â
Josh hated all this political bull. But as Jablonski had explained the other night, Congress was opposed to helping the Vietnamese. It wasnât going to be easy to change that.
âIf we can get out of here when itâs done, then okay,â said Josh.
Jablonski put the phone back to his ear.
âWeâll be down in a few minutes.â
Jablonski sent a text, then put the phone away.
âOkay, Josh, itâs all arranged,â said Jablonski. âLetâs go.â
âWhereâs Mara?â
âIâll tell her to meet us. Come on, letâs go.â
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
A member of the federal marshalâs detail was waiting as Mara stepped off the elevator into the garage below the UN building.
âThey just changed plans,â he said. âMr. Jablonski told the cars to meet them on the street at the back.â
âOn the street? That makes no sense.â
The marshal shrugged.
âSomebody tried to kill him this morning,â said Mara. âHe has to