“Jeez, Fredrick, what’s going on over there? Don’t you guys even talk with each other? This is not something that’s likely to miss your circle.”
“Who is your source?”
“Come on, you know I’m not going to tell you.”
Himes’ voice got dark. “If you publish this information, you’d better know what you’re doing. Otherwise, your career will be doing a tightrope act.”
“My source is credible. So, what’s your comment?”
“How can I respond without hearing where you think they are?”
Reese shook his head and leaned back into his chair. “You really don’t know do you?”
Silence.
“I’m told they’re in Arizona. What’s your comment?”
Reese could hear the man sigh. “No comment.”
“That’s all I needed to know. Thanks, Fredrick. Go introduce yourself to the President. He’ll be the one with the herd of Secret Service around him.”
Reese hung up. There was no sense trying to run down a second source to corroborate the story. After all, it came from the White House Chief of Staff. What more did he need?
As the helicopter breezed dangerously close to the ground, the treetops became larger and greener with every passing minute. They were heading from the desert of Phoenix, to the mountains of Payson. Nick had a death grip on one of the restraining straps while staring out of the front of the chopper.
“Isn’t this thing flying a little low?” Nick asked anyone.
“Relax,” Matt said. “Look at it this way-we’re close enough to survive a crash landing. You can’t say that about a commercial airliner.”
“Gee, I feel better already,” Nick said. He cupped his hand around his mouth and aimed at the pilot. “How much longer,” he yelled over the din of the rotor.
The pilot turned his head slightly, but kept his eyes on the landscape ahead. “Ten minutes.”
“That’s what you said ten minutes ago,” Nick muttered to himself.
“What kind of assets do we have up here?” Matt asked.
“There’s an R.A. They didn’t give me a name.”
“That’s it-a resident agent?”
“We’re supposed to be running a clandestine operation. It’s up to us and whoever we can conjure up from the Sheriff’s Department.”
“Great,” Matt said.
The helicopter circled an open patch of grass near a paved road. A red pickup truck sat next to the opening and someone stood beside the truck with his hand protecting his face from the gusty assault of the rotors.
When the chopper finally settled down, Nick was the first to jump out. He was followed by the rest of the team and Don Silkari. They’d gone from the desert to the mountains and the fall air had a crisp chill to it. Nick waved off the pilot and watched as the helicopter hovered out of the opening, then tilted forward and surged back to Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix.
By the time Nick reached the local FBI agent, Matt was already shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries. He was surprised to find an attractive woman dressed in jeans and dark nylon vest. She wore her long brunette hair in a ponytail, which was pulled tight through the opening of the back of her baseball cap. It wasn’t lost on Nick that Matt was the one who was doing the introductions, but with an awkward look on his face.
Nick shook her hand. “Nick Bracco.”
“Jennifer Steele,” she said.
“Jennifer Steele?” Nick squinted. He looked at Matt. Matt nodded. Yes, that Jennifer Steele.
Some women pull back their hair, throw on a flannel shirt and become Grizzly Adams. Steele didn’t wear a spec of makeup, yet Nick could tell that underneath all the denim there was a body dying to be wrapped tight in an evening gown.
“I see,” Nick said.
“Is there a problem?” Steele asked.
“Of course not,” Nick said. “You’ve been briefed?”
“Well. . actually, very little. The only thing I’m certain of is that you’re searching for the KSF’s home base. You have reason to suspect they’re hiding somewhere in the vicinity of Payson. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
She looked around at the group, all wearing casual clothes, no FBI windbreakers to be seen. “If you don’t mind me asking, how much more backup are we getting?”
“None,” Nick said. “You’re looking at the task force.”
“Oh,” she said, regarding the team with a fresh set of eyes. “Well, I’ve been instructed to assist you any way I can. I’ve been the R.A. up here for five years, so I’m certain I’ll be an asset.” She raised her brow. “Of course the more I know, the more valuable I become.”
Nick smiled. He knew how it felt to be at the lower echelon of the information chain. Most resident agents worked out of their homes in remote locations. For them, a bank robbery was about as exciting as it got. Terrorists harboring an operation center was way up the intrigue chart. And that’s precisely what Jennifer Steele looked like to Nick. Intrigued. Almost as intrigued as his partner. Matt stood there listening to Steele as if she were reciting the Ten Commandments.
Nick lowered his voice conspiratorially. “I’ll tell you what, Agent Steele, let’s head toward our command post and I’ll update you along with the local law enforcement.”
Her eyes were bright with anticipation and the corner of her mouth always appeared to be on the verge of a grin, yet her demeanor was all business. She pointed to her truck. “It’s your show. We’ll be using the Sheriff’s office as a command post, but don’t expect a welcome wagon when we show up.”
Nick smiled. “We never do.”
“A couple of you can ride up front with me, the rest will have to rough it in the back.”
Without a word everyone but Nick and Matt groped their way into the back of the truck. As they approached the passenger door, Nick gave Matt a wide berth and ushered him in.
The truck jostled back and forth as Agent Steele rolled the truck from the rough terrain onto the smooth surface of a paved road. Steele and Matt seemed eager to start a conversation, but neither of them appeared as if they could decide the proper way to begin. They rode in a stiff silence for a while until Matt ducked his head to look at the tops of the tall Ponderosa Pines waving in the autumn breeze. “Beautiful country up here.”
“I think so,” she said.
The silence lingered until the truck ascended the crest of a hill and downtown Payson came into view. Retail stores made out of logs and T-4 wood siding cohabitated with modern strip shopping centers and fast food restaurants. Steele slowed the truck to match the lower speed limit. “I have to warn you about the sheriff,” she confided. “He’s a bit heavy-handed.”
“You mean he’s a bully,” Matt said.
“I mean he’s not exactly friendly toward us federal employees.”
Matt grinned. “He just hasn’t met anyone as likable as us before.”
Steele looked at him. “I know enough about you, Agent McColm.”
Nick could feel Matt’s body go rigid. He seemed prepared to defend himself, when Steele said, “I mean, what kind of agent would I be if I wasn’t familiar with the FBI’s two time reigning sharp-shooting champion?”
A grin crept across Matt’s face and he sat up a bit taller. “I guess you would be the uninformed kind.”
This got her to display a smile that even happily-married Nick Bracco had to admire.
“Well, I happen to be a bit of a marksman myself,” she said. “Maybe not as good as you with a handgun, but I’d give you trouble with a rifle.”
“I’ll bet you would,” Matt said, looking her over as if he were appraising a fine diamond.
“Listen, kids,” Nick interrupted.
“Yes, Dad,” Matt said.
Steele let out the tiniest of a nervous laugh.
“First of all, we’re pretty certain the KSF is tucked away up here somewhere. Do you have any ideas where we might start a search?”
“Well,” Steele said,” there are plenty of cabins scattered throughout the outskirts of town. If I wanted seclusion that’s where I’d hide. How did you discover their location?”
“Yeah,” Matt said, turning toward his partner with a smirk. “Why don’t you tell us that, Dad?”