They both laughed. They arrived home and got undressed for bed.
“I’ve got to call in,” he said to his wife. “Anything you want to pass on?” She was Agency, too.
“Not to Lance Cabot,” she said.
“You’d better start being nice to him.”
“You think he’s going to get the job?”
“I think he will if this Holly Barker’s assignment pans out.”
“What’s her assignment?”
“This is between you and me, okay? Nobody else ever hears about it.”
She fluffed her pillow and got into bed. “Okay.”
“Lance sent her down here to find Teddy Fay.”
“You gotta be kidding.”
“I kid you not.”
“Lance thinks he’s still alive?”
“The Director thinks he might be still alive, and that’s enough.”
She shook her head. “Hang on a minute while I connect the dots.” She was quiet for a moment. “Okay, I can’t connect the dots.”
“The dots run all the way to the president; does that help?”
Her eyebrows went up. “Ooooh; reelection!”
“You’ve just connected the dots.”
“Why don’t they just leave well enough alone? Nobody else is looking for him.”
“I’ll bet you a blow job the FBI still is.”
“I won’t take that bet,” she said. “Teddy got away from them twice; Director Bob must be pissed off.”
“Yeah, and he’s the kind of guy who, once he’s pissed off, stays pissed off, until somebody makes him happy.”
“You think they’d arrest Teddy if they found him?”
“My guess is, not until after the election. After all, it was Will Lee who pulled Director Bob out of the ranks and gave him the big job. The guy must have some sense of gratitude.”
“You’d think.”
“Ms. Barker thinks this guy, Robertson, might be Teddy Fay.”
“The one you think is the escaped airport bandit?”
“I’m right; I know I am.”
“Excuse me, but aren’t you the guy who thought that coffee merchant in Cairo was Osama bin Laden?”
“That has nothing to do with this. Besides, the guy was very tall. And he had a beard.”