Chapter 9I waited until I was in the Metrorail station before pulling out my cell phone and calling Mr. Vincent. Because it was so early on a Saturday evening, I knew the odds of my conversation being overheard were minimal. Still, I kept it innocuous.
He answered on the first ring. “Vincent.”
“Matheson, sir. I’ve finished shopping.”
“Yes?” His voice was cool, and I couldn’t help shivering. “Our sick friend would love to see what you bought.”
“But what about…uh…” I couldn’t name names.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s under control.”
“Yes, sir. I’m on my way.”
On the train ride back to my car, I accessed flight data on my PDA and was interested to see the only jet out to the Senator’s home state was at 9:45 the following morning. Unless Daren Curtin went over to spend the night with her,
