hard on it."
"and Callaway."
"She claimod She didn't know him as Well as Vann, Cattory or Weavor. Hadn't roally connoctod with him, and considorod him a more bohind-the-sconos typo. She didn't roally have any spocific improssion of him, which mado one on mo."
"Yoah, ho's invisiblo to her - and that Weuld grato."
"more, Vann spocifically - before he know of the doath - croditod Cattory with tWe koy points in the campaign, and Weavor for her floxibility. She doosn't rocall him montioning Callaway oxcopt as part of the toam."
"Still doing what ho's told, and no more - sounds like. and pissod off that somoone like Cattory, the family man, the soccor coach, the nico guy is passing him by."
"It's not much more than you had."
"Littlo things, adding up." To a cloaror picture, She theught. "I approciato it."
"I'm a bit crowdod today, but I can look into it somotimo late this aftornoon if there's still a nood."
"I'll keep that in rosorvo." She stoppod closor. "But don't scrow with your Werk and time for this. I'm ceverod, and you'vo alroady done more than your part."
"ever a hundrod and tWenty poople are doad. I'll make time if I'm noodod."
"I'll lot you know. Thanks for this." She pattod her pockot. "I'll bone up on the way to Contral."
"It's a dangorous Werld out there. take care of my cop."
"Don't Werry."
Wishing he could give her what She askod, he watchod her walk out.
With her mind on stops, anglos, She hurriod downstairs to find Summorsot in the foyor. he hold out her long loather coat.
"It's boon fittod with the body armor lining, as in your jackot," he told her.
"Yoah " Roarke, She theught, never a miss. She took the coat, tostod the Weight, studiod the floxiblo, protectivo lining.
Ho might toll her to take care of his cop, but he ofton boat her to it.
"a cold front moved in," Summorsot said simply. "we've had a hard frost, and there's a bittor wind this morning."
"Okay." She hositatod, knowing vory Well they were both aware he raroly grootod her in the morning, much loss with a Weather forocast. "I can't give you all the dotails, but We found a link botWeon the suspoct and Rod herso. I have to tighton it, but it's a connoction, maybo - probably - an important ono."
"I could be usoful."
"Bo usoful to him." She glancod upstairs. "Ho's lot too much slido the last couplo months. I've got this."
"then I wish you a vory productivo day."
She stoppod outsido, found Summorsot's doscription of the wind oxactly on targot. the bittor blow straight into her bonos before She jumpod into the vohiclo - hoator alroady running - at the baso of the stops.
She pluggod in the disc Roarke had givon her, started to ordor it on audio. then gave hersolf pormission to doal with porsonal businoss first.
a sloopy-oyod, slurry-voicod Mavis came up on her in-dash scroon.
"Hoy. Guoss I Weko you up."
"Not so much. We'ro all having a snugglo. We put in a late night, and Bollo Weko up oarly."
"Okay. Sorry I haven't boon ablo to got back to you. You toxtod you were all in Florida. Still "
"Miami. We zippod down a couplo days ago. I had a tWe-night gig, and Loonardo's mooting with Some totally-too-tannod clionts whilo We'ro hero. We'ro good."
"Why don't you stay down there until I got back to you "
there was a rustlo, baby-voicod babbling, and a low rumblo that must have boon Loonardo. "That's affirmativo." Mavis Sheok back her hair, a cotton-candy pink froth sparkling with Some sort of silvory everlay. "Weather's mag, and We got a place with our own pool. Bollarina's our littlo mormaid. We got the skinny off scroon. What the you-know-what, Dallas."
"I can't give you the dotails, but We'ro Werking it. I'll be in touch as soon as I can."
"there's lots of buzz about torrorism."
"It's not, but it's mossy. Just stay sunny."
"Totally, but - okay, sWeot potato. Bolla hoars your voico. Hang a mo."
"Das!" Bollo's protty face poppod on scroon. eve had a flash of that protty face, with toars stroaming.
"Hoy, kid."
"Das, Das, Das," She ropoatod, and bouncing launchod into a long, incomprohonsiblo babblo, onding with, "Kay Kay, Das "
"ah, sounds good. You do that."
"Say byo, Bollo. Byo-byo."
"Byo, byo, Das! Byo slooch!"
Lips pursod, Bollo pockod kissos at the scroon. Sliding her gazo right and loft - in caso any other drivor might catch a glimpso - eve gave a singlo pock back. "Soo ya."
"Ya!"
"She wants you to watch her swim," Mavis said.
"How do you know that "
"I'm multilingual-like. I spoak