“Who is it this time?” he asked.
“It’s someone different, sir. He’s never called here before. He said his name is Killian.”
Kip jumped up out of his chair. He snatched up the telephone.
“Killian!” he half shouted. “I’m glad you called! How are you?”
Kip waved for his secretary to leave the room. She turned and left, closing the door behind her.
Kip learned that Killian was at the National Airport in Washington D.C., which was only four miles away. He told Killian to grab a cab, and come to the Mayflower Renaissance Hotel; he’d book a room for him and meet him there.
Minutes later, Kip left his office in the Cannon House congressional office building just south of the White House. When he arrived at the hotel, he paced anxiously back and forth in front of the main entrance. He couldn’
