Choppy Water
- Автор: Вудс Стюарт
- Серия: Stone Barrington #54
- Год: 2020
- Язык: английский
- Год: G. P. Putnam’s Sons
- ISBN: 978-0-593-18829-3
- Жанр: Триллеры
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“I guess the president takes precedence,” his coanchor added.
Stone switched off the TV. “There, that wasn’t so bad,” he said.
“It wasn’t, but you’re still in trouble.”
“Why?”
“Because neither event could be rescheduled before January 20.”
“That is my fault, how?”
“Well...”
“Look at it this way: you don’t have to go to New Jersey tomorrow and drive back during rush hour.”
She sat down and kissed him. “Maybe you’re not in such big trouble after all.”
52
Bess, watching the local news, learned that both of Holly Barker’s events had been canceled. Shortly, Sykes called and invited her for a drink at 6:30, dinner to follow. She appeared on time, wearing her new little black dress and her pearls.
When Sykes opened the door, Bess saw Eugene having a drink but, thankfully, he was not dressed for dinner. The TV was on, and Sykes went to turn it off.
“Can you leave it on?” Bess asked. “I like Lester Holt.”
“Of course.” He made her a drink and sat down next to his own. “How was your shopping day?” he asked.
“Just about perfect,” she said. “I bought this dress, some trousers, and some silk blouses.” She handed the Amex card to him. “Thank you.” She squeezed an earring and turned on the pearls.
Lester Holt came on, read a couple of national stories, then said that Holly Barker’s events had been canceled for the next day and why.
“Well,” Eugene said, “that’s one decision you don’t have to make, Colonel.”
“I guess we’ll have to pick a new event when her next schedule is made up. We may be in New York for a few more days.”
“Just out of curiosity,” Eugene said, “which event did you decide on?”
“The one in New Jersey,” Sykes replied. “We’re both more comfortable in that environment than at an artsy-fartsy college.”
“So true,” Eugene said.
“What sort of event do you need?” Bess asked.
“Something like the two that were canceled. One will turn up, don’t worry. She’s a politician, she can’t hole up for long. She’s got to be seen and see people. She’s already running for reelection.”
“How can I help?” Bess asked.
“By enjoying yourself while you’re in the big city,” Sykes replied. “If we need you for something, I’ll let you know.”
“She needs to leave the transition office now and then, if only to go home for the night,” Eugene said.
“She’s staying at the Carlyle, which is on East Seventy-sixth Street. That block is congested because of the hotel entrance, and it’s not good for us. I believe you and the boys have tickets to see the Knicks play tonight?”
“Right you are.” Eugene stood up. “I’d better get going.”
“Should we move on, too?” Bess asked.
“Our table’s not until eight o’clock, and we have another guest coming for drinks.”
“Anybody I know?”
“We’ll see.”
Bess was immediately nervous. What if it really was somebody she knew, or who knew her? There was a knock on the door.
Sykes opened it to admit a room-service waiter with a tray of canapés. He put them on the coffee table, accepted a tip, and left.
They watched another couple of minutes of news, and there came another knock.
Sykes got up and heartily greeted a man at the door. “Bess,” he said, “this is United States senator Les Hardy,” he said. “Les, this is Bess Potts.”
Hardy, a tall, well-tailored man, greeted her with charm and compliments on her dress and pearls.
“Thank you, Senator,” she replied.
“Please, it’s Les. I’m only just getting used to the title.”
Bess recalled that the senior senator from Virginia had died a few weeks before, and that the governor had appointed Hardy, who only recently had been sworn in, to the vacant seat.
They finished a couple of drinks and left the hotel for dinner.
“Where are we dining?” Bess asked.
“At La Goulue, just down the street. We’ll walk.”
Fisk and Tom Blake listened to the transmitted conversation. “Well, there’s a wild card for you,” Tom said. “I had no idea that Sykes and Hardy were tight.”
Fisk did a little work on Google. “They were classmates at West Point,” he said, “and roommates their senior year.” He scrolled down. “Their paths crossed on a couple of assignments, too: one in Germany and one in Florida.”
“What did Hardy do as a civilian?”
“He retired from the Army last year as a colonel, and became a part-time lobbyist for a gun manufacturer. The Army was a big customer, and he was a big contributor to the governor.”
“Does he have any ties to any right-wing organizations?” Tom asked.
Fisk checked. “Only ones listed are a club in Washington and the NRA.”
La Goulue was crowded and noisy. Bess wondered how that was going to affect the performance of her wire. There was nothing she could do about it, except lean in for conversation, so she decided to relax and listen.
“Pity about those schedule changes,” Hardy said to Sykes, after they had ordered dinner.
“We’ll have other chances,” Sykes said, “as long as your friend keeps the information flowing.”
God, Bess thought. I hope my colleagues heard that.
Tom Blake and Fisk were listening intently on earphones.
“Did you understand that?” Tom asked.
“I heard it, but I’m not sure I understood it,” Fisk replied. “What information?”
“About Barker’s schedule, I think. Can you clean up some of the crowd noise on this audio?”
“No, but we’ve got a guy who can. I’ll call him.” He picked up a phone.
A half hour later, a technician was at work on the tape, while Blake and Fisk continued to listen to the live feed.
“I think they regard that line as a slip,” Fisk said, “and now they’ve become more guarded.”
The tech took off his headset. “You want to hear it?”
Everybody gathered around the speaker.
“We’ll have other chances, as long as your friend keeps the information flowing.”
“That’s Sykes’s voice, speaking to Senator Hardy,” the tech said. “Looks like he said what you thought he said.”
“Oh, shit,” Tom replied.
53
Tom Blake, Bill Wright, and Stone Barrington sat at Stone’s dining room table and listened to the playback, before and after the tech had tweaked it. Holly had had a dinner to go to and could not be with them.
“How do you read that, Stone?” Wright asked.
“I read it as Hardy has a plant on Holly’s transition staff who’s feeding them her schedule.”
“I don’t know how else anybody could read it,” Tom said.
“Sam Meriwether is running the transition team. How much does he know about those people?” Stone asked.
“I haven’t spoken to him yet, but they’ve all applied for top secret security clearances. I’ve already asked our New York office to pull all applications and investigate them thoroughly.”
“How long have they had the applications?”
“Only a few days. Target date for completion is January 2.”
“Has anybody got a cell number for Sam Meriwether?”
“I have,” Wright said.
“Give him a call and put it on speaker,” Stone said.
Bill did so, and the vice president — elect answered immediately.