“I hear that you figured out that Adams was really Jerry Anders,” agent Barnes said. “Nice piece of work.”
“Thanks,” Lee said, “But not too damned helpful if he manages to disappear and become someone else before we can track him.”
“Want some coffee?”
Lee nodded. “Yeah, make it a double.”
She laughed. “So what do you do when you're not chasing Jerry Anders across the country?”
“I chase other people.” He poured coffee and then sat down beside her. “What do you do when you're not working, Margo?” He paused. “Can I call you Margo?”
“If I can call you Lee.” He nodded, and she continued, “I like hiking, tennis, reading books, and I'd go to the beach if Nevada wasn't landlocked. I grew up in Lincoln City, Oregon, and I love the coast.”
“Been there, and I agree. Great spot. So how did you
