"Two airline tickets to Mexico. I forgot to tell you, we're not going back to Washington."
Her mouth dropped open. "You get crazier by the minute."
"Sometimes I scare myself." Then he grinned. "Don't worry your little head. I cleared it with both Commissioner Monroe and Admiral Sandecker. We have their blessings for a ten-day vacation. They admitted it was the least they could do. The reports can wait. The federal government isn't going anywhere."
"But I didn't bring any proper clothes."
"I'll buy you an entire new wardrobe."
"But where are we going in Mexico?" she asked, suddenly becoming excited. "What are we going to do?"
"We," he said with emphasis, "are going to lie on the beach at Mazatlan, drink margaritas and watch the sunset over the Sea of Cortez."
"I think I'm going to love that," she said, nestling against him.
He looked down and smiled. "Somehow, I thought you would."