Holly leaned toward the phone. “I’ll have it ready by six tomorrow morning. Will that work?”

“Yes, that works.”

“I’ll have it couriered to the Hyatt’s front desk under your name.”

Harvey didn’t respond.

“Harv?” Nathan asked, “you still there?”

“Let’s… just use my room number.”

“Understood,” Holly said.

“You’ll label the envelope yourself?” Harvey asked.

“Scout’s honor,” she said.

Nathan mouthed sorry again.

Holly shook her head.

“Okay, good,” Harvey said. “Then things are okay. We’re all set then.”

“I’ve got you covered,” she said.

“That’s good, that’s real good. Okay. We’re all set. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I’ll call you at oh-six-thirty. Good night, old friend,” Nathan said.

“Okay, that’s it then. Good night.”

“Sorry about that,” Nathan said, ending the call. “He’s a protective man.”

“I can tell. Does he have a family, a wife and kids?”

“Yes. Two sons. He’s been married for almost fifteen years, but he’s not worried about his family. If I know Harv, he’s already paging Gavin to arrange for two of our best guys to be here first thing in the morning. If I called back right now, the line would be busy.”

“He’s bringing in bodyguards?”

“He worries about me. To be honest, overly so, to the point of being annoying at times. Even though the Bridgestones have my name, there’s no information on me in any computer system they could access. Even if they had a high-level contact in the DOD, they still couldn’t access my file. I’m surprised you were able to get it. Speaking of, how did you get it?”

“I didn’t, Larry Gifford did. I didn’t ask how.”

“I’ll have to grill him about that. He must be a resourceful guy.”

“He is. If I had to speculate, he probably used your father’s influence.”

“Yeah, that would do it,” Nathan agreed. “Anyway, back to Harv. I rarely give him a hard time about being overprotective, and when I do, he shrugs it off. Remember when I told you my picture was in the encyclopedia under baggage? His picture’s under cloak-and-dagger.”

“It’s his training, it’ll always be with him. You too.”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Would he be as concerned if there wasn’t, you know… torture involved?”

“Probably not.”