out of the tub, and hadn't quite gotten its robe on. The table was long enough for six, but set for five. Karen had taken the seat at the head, Ex to her left, Chogyi Jake to her right. Two highball glasses were sweating on the linen in front of Ex and Karen. Chogyi Jake was drinking water. Some things never change.
As Aubrey and I took our seats, Karen waved a greeting, but didn't pause in the story she was telling.
"So there I was, dressed like the world's cheapest hooker, trying to explain to the Secret Service that I hadn't even known the vice president was staying there, and that they probably wanted to move him before the rest of the team showed up and arrested half the hotel staff."
Ex chuckled and shook his head. Chogyi Jake smiled his beatific smile and turned to us.
"How was the house hunting?" he asked.
"Decent," Aubrey answered.
"I think we've got a place," I said. "It may be a day or two before we can get keys, though. Money lubricates, but bureaucracy resists."
"It will be at least two days before the package arrives from London," Chogyi Jake said. "But the property manager was quite helpful."
"How long will it take you to get the place ready once all the props are here?" I asked.
"Two or three days," Chogyi Jake said. "Two for certain if Aubrey or Ex can be spared. More likely three if it's only me."
The waiter ghosted up to us, took our drink orders, handed us two leather-bound menus, and vanished again. When Karen went back to the business at hand, she talked directly to me.
"There's reconnaissance work to be done, but I don't know that having four people would actually be an improvement on three. Or two, for that matter. The more people we have, the better the chances of being made."
Ex sipped his drink. I didn't remember ever seeing him with anything stronger than a beer before.
"How about you and me and Aubrey do what we can to track the girl," I said. "Ex? You up for helping Chogyi Jake with the safe house?"
"Sure," Ex said without rancor. I'd expected him to object. I was jumping at shadows.
"What's the deal with the car?" Aubrey asked.
"Ninety-four Ford cargo van," Ex said. "We're leasing it under a false name, for cash. It'll be here in the morning."
"The gray market's treating us gently," Karen said. "I'll make sure the police aren't looking for it for any other reasons before we take it on the road, but I think we're good."
"We need to switch hotels," I said. "I don't want to try sleeping and worrying that the evil snake woman's going to make another try for me."
"Already done," Karen said. "Ex had the same idea. We even moved your things. We'll go to your new digs after dinner."
I felt a moment's disquiet about other people touching my stuff, but I let it pass.
"So there's just one more thing we need to talk about," I said to Karen. "The price."
Ex, Aubrey, and Chogyi Jake were quiet. Karen's smile deepened slightly, and she looked down at the table. When she looked up at me through her soft, blond hair, her eyes were steeled. It struck me again that she was beautiful. The band shifted into something that I was pretty sure was John Coltrane.
"You're right. I shouldn't have gotten carried away before I knew I could afford all this," she said. "What will it take?"
"Nothing that'll break the bank," I said. "I want you to tell me everything you know about my uncle."
Chapter 5
FIVE
The food arrived, a bouillabaisse that smelled rich and oceanic with two side orders of raw oysters for the table. The band took a break between sets, and a recording took their place, muted trumpet and stand-up bass hovering together just under the level of conversation. Karen ate a couple oysters, her eyes focused on nothing in particular, and then, her thoughts gathered, nodded to herself.
"I met Eric in the summer of 2000," she said. "I was still officially working for the bureau, but I'd taken a leave of absence. I was... I wasn't well. I don't know how much you know about my history? Do you know about Davis?"
I shook my head.
"Okay," Karen said. "I have to go back a little farther. After we caught Mfume, I wasn't the only one looking for the rider. My partner on the case, Michael Davis, also heard everything Mfume said. We