“Don’t worry about me. I can see myself out. Thank you for seeing me. I’ll be sure to quote you verbatim.” Maggie scampered to the door and opened it. She walked away from the door, then doubled back. She tiptoed to the door and pressed her ear to it. She could hear a voice but couldn’t hear what was being said. She just knew Newsom was on the phone with Baron Bell. Then she did hear something. “What the hell do you think I said, you idiot? I said I had no comment.”

Maggie sashayed down the hall. At the receptionist’s desk, she leaned over and whispered to the blonde. “I think you should start sending out your résumé. Like right now, as in today.”

Outside, Maggie checked the busy road. The snow hadn’t let up in the slightest. She grimaced as she tied the strings to her jacket hood and started once more to jog down the street. Next stop, Baron Bell’s office.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

After twenty minutes of wrangling, the quartet decided that Ted, Espinosa, Harry, and Jack would make the trip to Rehoboth together in Espinosa’s secondhand Range Rover. Espinosa swore that he could drive through anything but tire-high mud.

A trip that should have taken no more than an hour and a half turned into a four-hour trek with the bad weather. Even though Espinosa claimed they were making good time considering their current circumstances.

Harry grumbled and mumbled as he tried to figure out why Maggie wanted them in Rehoboth. “It doesn’t make sense to me if Snowden’s people are going to be there to do the breaking and entering. Are we going there because we don’t trust Snowden and his people? Or are we going because Maggie thinks Bell and Newsom are going to head there to get whatever Maggie thinks is hidden there? Ted and Espinosa I can understand. Photos and the like. I don’t like going somewhere blind, with no concrete plan of action. Been there, done that. Pumpkins,” he said ominously.

Ted struggled against his seat belt to turn around. “I don’t like driving in snow any more than the rest of you, but you should know by now that—and this goes for you, too, Jack—Post employees, never, as in ever, question Maggie Spritzer. That goes for you, too, Harry. If Maggie thinks something is there that we need to either see or find, that’s what we’re going to do. Maggie trusts us. So why don’t you just sit there and be quiet or else sing us some Christmas songs in one of your languages? It is the Christmas season, you know.”