“It’s sort of late.”
“Yeah, but if we wait any longer, the body might disappear like the transformers.”
They drove along for a few minutes in silence.
“So are we good?” she asked, breaking the quiet.
“For now, Jon.”
“You know, you can call me Veronica.”
He shot her a glance. “I like Jon better. It seems to suit you.”
She frowned. “In what way?”
He pushed the gas down and the Chevy jumped forward. “As in Fort Jon.”
When he looked over at her again, she was actually smiling.
THERE WERE MULTIPLE possibilities, Robert Herbert knew. He was sitting in another motel room staring at his computer.
The sheer arithmetic of the challenge was compelling.
Officially, there were seventeen American intelligence agencies.
Officially.
While much of the recent media attention had been focused,
