A clerk entered the code for Portland and his computer told her he had plenty of availability on the next nonstop. "Leaves in two hours," he said. "OK," the colonel said. "YOU THINK YOU'LL find the guy?" Blake repeated. Kith nodded. "I'll have to, won't I? It's the only way. " There was silence in the conference room for a moment. Then Stavely stood up. "Well, good luck to you, sir," he said. He walked out of the room and closed the door softly behind her. "You won't find the guy," Poulton said. "Because you're wrong about Caroline Cooke. She never served in ordnance warehousing or weapons testing. She proves your theory is s**t. " Kith smiled. "Do I know all about underworld procedures? " "No, you don't. " "So don't talk to me about the Army. Cooke was an officer candidate. Fas

