He listened for a moment. “I’m with Stone now; we have to wait for him to call. I’ll get back to you.” He hung up. “Holly,” he said.

“Lance is nervous,” Stone said.

“Let’s see if we can figure this out,” Mike said. “When Pablo called, did you get a caller ID number?”

“No, his phone was blocked. It was probably a cell phone, though; that’s how we communicated before.”

“And you don’t know where he called from?”

“Now that you mention it, when he called we were both apparently watching the same broadcast on NBC, so he must be in the country. He also said that his family was arriving, so they must be coming from Europe.”

“Did he say anything about an airline or an airport?”

“No, but he told me when we first met that he has a Gulfstream Five jet.”

“Not that many of those in the air at a given moment,” Mike said. He made a call. “I want reports on all G-Fives landing anywhere in the U.S. in the past twelve hours,” he said. “I don’t know how many passengers, but there would be at least one woman and some children—I don’t know how many or how old. Maybe some staff and security, too. Call me.” He hung up. “All right, my people are on it. Let’s see if we can narrow the search.”

They ordered dinner.

“Willa,” Mike said, “what do you do?”

“Deputy DA,” Willa replied.

“Where?”

“Manhattan.”

“Ah.”

“What does that mean, ‘Ah’?” she asked.

“It means you’re very important,” Mike replied. “Not many deputy DAs.”

“Four,” she said. “One for admin, three others to supervise ADAs.”

“I’ll bet you get the juiciest cases,” Mike said.

“Sometimes.”

“You’re awfully closemouthed,” he said.

“I told you, she’s trustworthy,” Stone pointed out.

Mike’s cell phone rang. “Freeman.” He listened. “Good work,” he said. “Arrange transport, four cars.” He hung up.

“Did they find it?”

“Took off from Lucerne, Switzerland, this afternoon, their time. Landed six hours ago, guess where?”

“I give up.”

“Newburgh, New York, Stewart International.”

“So they’re in New York,” Stone said.

“Or its environs,” Mike pointed out.

“All we need now is to hear from Pablo,” Stone said.

“And soon,” Mike replied. “If we can figure out where he landed, so can other people.”

FIFTY

FIFTY

Stone and Willa were getting ready for bed when his bedside phone rang. “Hello?”

“It is I,” Pablo said.

“I’m glad you called. I need to know where you are.”

“Why do you need to know?”

“Because the Agency has agreed to offer you security, in the form of contract professionals from Strategic Services, and they need to know where to find you.”

“How did you know I’m in the country?”

“It’s possible to track jets, even without a tail number, if they’re

G-Fives. You landed at Stewart International.”