Chapter 118

I checked the time. McDonald’s was closed, and the places that I knew were still open were further than I cared to drive. I’d have to settle for something from a vending machine at the motel.

I unlocked my car and threw the duffel bag onto the front seat. As I slid in beside it my phone rang, and I pulled it from my jacket pocket. “Vincent.”

“Do you have a place to stay?”

I dug the heel of my hand into my eyes. “Mann? No, I was just going to find a motel.”

“Where are you now?”

I was too tired to rag him with “Don’t you wish you knew.” But I was surprised as hell to hear myself say, “Just outside of headquarters. Good thing I keep a change of clothes here.” I had no doubt he kept something similar at Langley.

He was silent for a moment. “That could have been you on that slab in the morgue.”

“And probably one day it will be me. But not because I couldn’t disarm my own fucking door. Listen, I’ve got to get going, Mann. Did you call for a reason?”