“To the Midwest, Mark?” The city in Senator Wexler’s home state, to be exact. I closed the case and tucked it into my inner pocket.
“Yeah. Everything is planned. Rayner didn’t give you a hard time, did he?”
“No. He’s Rayner, not Holmes.” There had been no problem; Rayner was a decent director, a pleasure after the nightmare of Holmes, and when I’d informed him of what Holmes had done to my cell phone, he’d been willing to bend over backward to make reparation for Holmes’s abuse.
As for Mark, he had so much time due him the WBIS was looking for any excuse to get him to take it.
I swallowed a small smile. I had ways of knowing things also.
“So this is not only a birthday gift, but a Valentine’s gift as well.” The date on the ticket was for the fourteenth—the next day.
He looked blank f
