“In your dreams. Possession is nine points of the law. Anything else you want to tell us while you can still talk?” Jack snarled.

“What the hell does that mean, while I can still talk?”

“It means I am going to bust up your other knee if you don’t tell us what we want to know,” Harry said.

“I told you everything. The pictures I managed to get suck. I know Moss won’t be happy with them. The man is crazy, he wants instant results. I tried to explain to him that this was a tricky job, but he didn’t care. That’s it. Now will you please call a doctor or EMS for me. I’m going to black out.”

Harry looked over at Jack, who was busy sending a text to Lincoln Moss. He was also grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Tell me how this sounds, Harry. ‘Subject entered Four Seasons on the arm of the Director of the FBI and a large party that seemed to be all together. Subject was laughing and looking like a movie star. She was dressed to the nines and sported enough jewelry to light up the night. Pictures to follow shortly.’ ”

“Works for me.” Harry laughed.

“That guy is going to frigging kill me when he finds out I didn’t send that text. Look, forget the EMS, help me to my car. I need to get out of here.”

“See ya, pal,” Jack said as he walked away with Wolf’s phone and camera, Harry right behind him.

“Where are you going to stash the camera and the phone? We can’t take them into the ballroom.”

“The courtesy desk, unless you have a better idea. Our limo has moved on and won’t be back for another hour.”

“Let’s do it,” Harry said happily as he smacked his hands together.

Jack loved it when Harry was in a good mood.

Back at the table, Jack and Harry both whispered about what had gone down to Nikki and Yoko, who in turn passed it on to the others.

“Oh, look, the First Lady and the President are making the rounds of the tables, so pictures can be taken. I think after that happens, we can leave,” Myra said. “I think it will go quickly. We’re Table Four, so another thirty minutes, and we’re gone. Kathryn, call and alert the drivers.”

Myra turned to Annie. “I never had my picture taken with a President and First Lady before. I know you have. How did you feel?”

“Like I met two new people. Okay, watch, Myra, they’re heading for Sparrow’s table. Keep your eye on Amalie.”

Myra did just that. She wished she could hear the conversation, but the music was so loud that all she could do was watch what was happening at the table she had purchased.