was.
A minute later she stepped onto the elevator. Robie broke off surveillance at that point, but he was not done with her yet. He went into the hotel and up to the front desk. The man behind it was old and looked like he would rather be pouring road asphalt in August than holding down this job.
Robie said, “My daughter just checked in. I dropped her off for an internship on the Hill. I wanted her to use her American Express card because the card I gave her was corrupted, but I think she forgot. I tried calling her, but I guess she turned her phone off.”
The old gent looked put out. “She just arrived. Why don’t you go ask her yourself?”
“What room is she in?”
The old fellow smiled. “I can’t give out that information. It’s private.”
Robie looked suitably irritated, like any father would. “Look, can you just help me out here? The last thing I need is for some cyber creep to screw up my credit by my kid using the wrong card.”
The man looked at the records in front of him. “It’s a lot of effort for me to do that.”
Robie sighed heavily and pulled out his wallet. He slipped out a twenty. “Will this help ease your effort?”
“No, but two of them sure would.”
Robie pulled out a second twenty and the man snatched them.
“Okay. Credit card used was a Visa. Name on the account was Gerald Dixon.”
“I know that. I am Gerald Dixon. Now, I’ve got two Visa cards. Can I see the numbers?”
“You can for another twenty.”
After exhibiting deep exasperation, Robie complied. He looked at the card and memorized the numbers. Gerald Dixon was now his.
“Great,” said Robie. “That’s the corrupted card.”
“Already ran it through, sport. Nothing I can do,” the man added gleefully.
Robie said, “Thanks for nothing.”
He turned and left. He would find out who Gerald Dixon was. But he had to assume that Julie was safe for the moment. Now he had to get going.
He rode back to his apartment and checked out the front and back of his building before going inside. He took the stairwell instead of the elevator. He passed no one. At this hour of the day everyone was at work. He opened the door to his apartment and poked his head inside. It was all as he had left it.
It took him five minutes to make sure the place was empty. He employed little traps—a piece of paper wedged into a door track, a thread that would be broken when a drawer was opened—to alert him if someone had broken into and searched his place. None of them were tripped.
He changed into slacks, sport coat, and white collared shirt and opened a wall safe that was behind a shelving unit holding his TV. His cred pack was in there. He hadn’t used it in a long time. He slipped it inside his suit jacket and set off.
The meeting was in a public place at Robie’s insistence.
The Hay-Adams Hotel was located across the street from Lafayette Park, which in turn was across Pennsylvania Avenue from the White House. The most protected ground on earth. Robie figured even his agency would have a hard time killing him here and getting away with it.
The Jefferson Room, an expansive eating area a short stack of steps up from the hotel lobby, was the actual site of the meeting. Robie got there early to see who might have arrived ahead of him.
Then he waited. One minute before the allotted time a man in his sixties walked in. Modestly priced suit, red tie, polished off-the-rack shoes, the bearing and gravitas of a lifelong public servant who had accumulated far more power than wealth. Two tall young men were with him.
Muscle. Chest bumps revealed the weapons. Earwigs and wires revealed the communications.
They followed him into the Jefferson Room but did not sit with him. They took up positions on the perimeter, their gazes sweeping for threats. They did not let the man sit in the line of any window.
One of the men took out a slender device and set it on the piano that was parked in one corner of the restaurant. He turned it on. It emitted a humming sound.
White noise with a scrambler, Robie knew because he had employed one in his work. If there are electronic surveillance devices in here, the recording will come out undecipherable.
It was only then that Robie stepped out. He allowed himself to be seen, but did not approach