"It's Shafer, John. It's the Weasel. He's back in Washington. But that's not the worst of it. I wish to hell it were."

Chapter 40

We knew a bar that was open, so Sampson and I went for a beer after we left the slaughter scene on New Jersey Avenue. We were officially off duty, but I had my beeper clipped on. So did John. There were only two other guys drinking in the gin mill, so we pretty much had the place to ourselves.

Didn't matter one way or the other. It was good just to be with John. I needed to talk to him. I really needed to talk to Sampson about something.

"You sure it's Shafer?" he asked me once we had our beers and some nuts in front of us. I told him about the disturbing tape I'd seen from Sunrise Valley. But not about the other threats, or the ransom. I couldn't, and that bothered me a lot. I'd never lied to Sampson, and this felt like a lie.

"It's him. No doubt about it."

"That's messed up," John said. "The Weasel. Why would he come back to Washington? He almost got caught here the last time."

"Maybe that's why. The thrill of it, the challenge."

"Yeah, and maybe he misses us. I won't miss him this time. Put one right between his eyes."

I sipped my beer. "Shouldn't you be home with Billie?" I asked.

"It's a work night. Billie is cool with it, with my job. Her sister's staying with us for a while, anyway. They're both asleep by now."

"How's that working out? Married life? Billie's sister at the house?"

"I like Trina, so it's okay. Funny, things I couldn't imagine getting used to aren't a problem. I'm happy. First time, maybe. Floatin' on a cloud, man."

I grinned at Sampson. "Ain't love grand?"

"Yes, it is. You ought to try it again sometime."

"I'm ready," I said, and smiled.

"You think so? I wonder about that. Are you really ready?"

"Listen, John, there's something I need to talk to you about."

"Figured that out already. Something about that bombing. Then the murder of Thomas Weir. Shafer back in town." Sampson looked into my eyes. "So what is it?"

"This is confidential, John. They've made a threat against Washington. It's pretty serious. We've been warned about an attack. They demanded a huge ransom to stop it."

"Which can't be paid?" Sampson asked. "The United States doesn't negotiate with terrorists."

"I don't know about that. I'm not sure if anybody does, except maybe the president. I'm on the inside, but not that far inside. Anyway, now you know as much as I do."

"And I should act accordingly."

"Yeah, you should. But you can't talk about this with anybody. Not anyone, not even Billie."

Sampson took my hand. "I got it. Thank you."

Chapter 41

On the way home late that night I was guilt-tripping and a little shaky about what I'd told Sampson, but I felt I'd had no choice. John was my family, simple as that. Also, maybe I was on burnout because we were working eighteen-to-twenty-hour days. Maybe the stress was getting to me. There was a lot of disaster planning going on behind the scenes, but nobody I talked to knew where we were on the ransom demands. Everybody's nerves were frayed, including mine. About twelve hours were gone on our deadline.