light, went inside, and closed the door. He could visualize Workman creeping toward the desk.
Teddy gave him ten seconds and then came out with his gun drawn.
Workman was bent over the desk, reading what Teddy had written from the e-mail. At the sound of the door, he glanced up in alarm and saw the man with the gun.
“You shouldn’t have reported the name on the passport, Workman,” Teddy said.
“What are you talking about?”
“You followed me home. You searched my flat. You followed me to the train station. You searched my locker. You’re a professional. You didn’t take any of my money, but you did look at my passport.”
Workman gave up the pretense. “Who are you really? What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you.”
Teddy gestured toward the door and, knowing he was beat, Workman began walking. Teddy followed behind, his gun still at the ready.
They were almost to the door when Workman suddenly spun around and chopped down on Teddy’s gun hand. It would have worked on most men. With Teddy, Workman was lucky to graze his arm.
Teddy was hoping for such a move. It would cut through pretense and shorten the discussion. Only Workman was no slouch. Even as he missed with his first move, he was drawing his own gun with his other hand.
Teddy wasn’t surprised. Risking exposure, the mole would have to kill him. There would be no middle ground, no wound and interrogate. Workman would go for the kill.
Teddy shot first.
* * *
• • •
TEDDY SEARCHED WORKMAN’S body. He found nothing of interest, nothing that would indicate that he was anything other than a CIA agent.
Teddy knew better.
He left Agent Workman in a horse stall, covered up with hay. With luck, the family wouldn’t find him until the body started to stink.
50.
TEDDY FOUND WORKMAN’S cab waiting outside the vineyard gate. He paid off the driver and told him his buddy had decided to go back to town with him.
Teddy drove the stolen car back to town, dropped it off near the café, and stopped in at the embassy. Kristin didn’t seem to be around, which was a blessing. He didn’t want to go through that scene again. He checked in with Norton, and told him he had to leave.
“So soon?” Norton said.
Teddy grinned. “Yeah, I know you’ll miss me. The fact is, there’s nothing for me to do here, and the powers that be are pulling me out.”
“Well, I can’t pretend I’m sorry to hear it. Nothing against you personally, but one hates to have one’s department under review.”
Teddy shrugged and shook his head. “See, that’s the problem. There’s absolutely no way you can tell someone whose department isn’t under review that they’re not under review. Give my regards to the rest of the gang. A fine bunch, as far as I can tell. I’m sorry to see them so briefly and under such awkward circumstances.”
Teddy shook hands with Norton, and went out.
This time the little man was following him. He was scrunched down in the front seat of a car. Teddy wasn’t surprised. With Workman and the other spy gone, the Syrians must be running short of personnel.
The little man wasn’t trying to shoot him this time, just keeping him under surveillance. Teddy figured they must have decoded the e-mail. Plus, they hadn’t yet heard about Workman.
Teddy hailed a cab and took it back to his apartment, the one everyone knew about. He packed a suitcase, turned off the light, and went out.
The hitman was lurking on the corner. He was short and stocky, and had a hard time hiding. Clearly he was a much better hitman than a stalker.
Teddy hailed a cab and took it to Stone’s mews house.
The little man climbed into his car and followed behind.
Teddy paid off his cab and lugged in his suitcase, being careful to make sure the little man was only watching. There was always the chance he might try to shorten his day by getting off a shot.
Stone’s and Dino’s bags were in the foyer. Teddy added his to the row, and went in to find them enjoying one last drink.
“All set?” Teddy asked.
“All except for your gear,” Stone said. “I figured you’d rather take it out of the safe yourself than have it lying there in the foyer.”
“Excellent. Well, finish your drinks and we’ll head out.”
“You’re not in a hurry?” Dino said.
Teddy grinned. “It’s a private plane. It leaves when we do.”
Teddy sat down and told them about his day. He left out killing Workman. That was