Chapter 75

“Everything set up, Mark?”

“Yeah. Johnson will pick this up and fly it down to DC.”

“Are we flying down with him?”

“No. This is our honeymoon, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone cut it short.”

“I’m glad.” He leaned against me, and I wrapped my arms around him. “I’ll call my publisher first thing in the morning and see if there’s anything else they can tell us.”

“Sounds like a plan. All set?”

“Yes.”

I took out a package of gum, offered Quinn a stick, which he declined, so I began chewing it.

We picked up the box, stepped out of the suite, and closed the door behind us. Quinn balanced the box on his hip while I put a thread of gum from the door to the doorframe again, down where it would be out of sight.

“Okay, I’ll take this end.” I got a grip on the box.

“Mark?”

“Yeah, the elevator.”

~*~

THREE HOURS LATER, my cell phone rang, playing “L’amour est bleu.”

“Hello, Max. Sorry I’m keeping you up so late.”