Chas Gaylin sat at the banged-up table in the ancient kitchen that looked older than he was, drinking coffee. He eyed Olivia as she paced up and down the small kitchen, then stood at the counter staring at a box of lasagna pasta as if she were trying to figure out what to do with it, then started pacing again.

Gay had come back on duty at the safe house an hour before and would stay with Olivia until eight o’clock in the morning, when Sue Ling Smith would relieve him again. He said easily, “I wish you’d stop pacing, makes me nervous, and don’t look out the window, keep the curtain closed. Sue Ling told me that FBI agent set you to calling everyone you and Mike ever met to ask if they’d seen Mike. Sounds like a waste of time, you ask me, busywork to keep you off the street. Seems to me it’s making you a little crazy. You want to tell me about seeing the shrink with Agent Savich?”

“No,” she said and tossed him an apple, then took one for herself and bit in.

“Thanks for the apple,” Gay said, polished it on his sleeve, pointed to the pasta. “So we’re having lasagna for dinner?”

“Lasagna? Hmm. Maybe. Did you eat a taco with Ruth in the FBI cafeteria? Any belly pains from FBI food poisoning?”

“Gut’s fine. For a taco, it tasted okay. I like Ruth. She’s sharp, a real go-getter. Do you know she has a stepson who’s a big-deal baseball pitcher? He’s going to Virginia Tech on a scholarship? She told me he brought in the regional championship. So did you make the calls Agent Savich told you to do? I don’t suppose you found out anything?”

She gave him a crooked grin. “Well, one of Mike’s soccer team buddies told me he’d spotted Mike coming out of Sunny’s Bar in Tyson’s Corner a couple of days ago.”

“Idiot. Mike wouldn’t be caught dead in Sunny’s, it’s basketball on all the TVs, not soccer.”

“Agreed. I think he told me that because he’s divorced now and wanted to ask me out on a date. I think you’re right, Agent Savich was only trying to give me something to do. He couldn’t have expected any of those people would tell me anything new. Gay, you’re still checking in at Langley, and I know you’ve got your own sources. Does anyone have any more of an idea where Mike could be?”

Gay shook his head. “You know I’d tell you if I knew anything.” He eyed her a minute. She’d stopped her pacing, poured herself a glass of water, but she still looked like she wanted to bust out of her skin. Of course she was scared for Mike, for herself, but there was something else.