"Tell me what you know about…" Hillman once again tried to get her back on track.
"I want an update on Judge Collins, and I want it now."
The agents exchanged a glance, and then Hillman answered. "She's out of surgery and in ICU."
"So far, so good," the other man said.
She glared at him. "What's your name?"
"Bean, ma'am. Agent Peter Bean."
No wonder he hadn't introduced himself. Saddled with a name like that, she wouldn't have told anyone either. Bet they called him string bean in grade school, she thought.
Hillman started the questions all over again. For an hour he kept it up, grilling her, going over the same facts again and again
until she began to feel as if she were the criminal they were trying to get to confess.
Her head was pounding. "That's it," she said. "I can't answer any more questions now."
Hillman looked disappointed, but he agreed to let her rest for a little while. She wasn't in the mood to be cordial. She told them
not to come back until they had news about Avery. To calm her down-she was shouting now-Hillman let her call her husband. Bean dialed the number for her. The second she heard Tony's voice over the phone, she burst into tears.
"Ineed you, Tony. You have to come to Aspen."
His voice shook with emotion as he replied, "Sweetheart, they told me I couldn't. They said as soon as you're discharged from
the hospital they're going to move you and the judge to a safe house somewhere. Carrie, love, are you all right? I wish I could
be there with you. I wish… I'm sorry you're going through this alone."
"Have you heard from Avery?"
"No," he answered. "I didn't know she was planning to join you at the spa. One of the agents who came to talk to me told me she missed her flight."
"I don't know where she is," she sobbed.
"We'll find her," he promised. "Nothing's going to happen to her. I promise you. And I'm keeping the line open. She'll call. I know she'll call."
"Tony, I didn't realize… I'm so sorry about everything. You can have Star Catcher. You can run it any way you want. I don't care about any of that anymore. I should have trusted you. I've been such a fool."
She was sobbing now and angry because the agents were listening to every word.
"I love you," she whispered. "I do, Tony. I love you very much. Please… tell me it isn't too late."
"No, no, it isn't. I can… I love you too," he stammered. "I'll get on the next plane. We'll make our marriage work again. Anything is possible with your love. Anything."
Chapter 30
Any hope that the FBI would be able to keep the names of the survivors out of the papers and off the television had been squelched when a news crew filmed Carrie and the judge being carried into the ambulance near the site of the explosion.
Avery heard about it on the radio as she and John Paul were driving through the mountains. As soon as they'd left the sleepy town, she'd climbed in front, clipping him on the shoulder with her left foot when she fell into the passenger seat. Her shoe fell
in his lap. Shaking his head over her awkwardness, he handed her the shoe while she apologized.
They continued to listen to the broadcast until the signal faded. "Does everyone in the United States carry video cameras now?" he asked. He sounded disgusted. "Some people just love invading other people's privacy."
"Film crews from television stations usually carry cameras," she said.
"No need to be sarcastic, sugar."
"I wasn't being sarcastic. I was simply pointing out a fact. Carrie must have hated having a camera in her face. Someone from
the FBI should have grabbed the film. The crime-scene investigators must not have gotten there in time."
"Should've, could've," he drawled. "That's the Bureau's motto."
"You're not going to rile me."
He laughed. "I wasn't trying to."
She rolled the window down and let the cool night air in. "Yes, you were," she said. "I've finally gotten you all figured out."
"You think so?"
She smiled. "When I first met you, I thought you must have some kind of grudge against the FBI, but now that I know you better,
I realize that isn't true at all. Your phobia is much bigger than that."
"Oh?"
She nodded. "You don't like any government agency."
"That's not true."
"When we talked about your brother-in-law working for the Justice Department, you sneered."
"Justice has too much power."
"What about the CIA? I know you worked for them."
He didn't argue or deny. "Their priorities change on a whim, leaving agents and civilians out there to hang."
"What about the IRS?"
"Everyone hates the IRS."
She'd give him that one. She kept on naming government agencies, and he continued to tell her what was wrong with each one
of them.
"I think I've made my case. You know what your biggest problem is?"
"No, but you're going to enlighten me, aren't you?"
"Uh-huh," she said. "You don't like anyone in a position of authority."
He wasn't offended by her analysis. "You know what they say. Absolute power corrupts absolutely."
"The FBI doesn't have absolute power."
"They think they do."
"You know what I say?"
"What?"
"Therapy. You need intense therapy to help you get rid of your hostility."
Before he could tell her he hated therapy too, she changed the subject. "I need to get to a phone and call Carrie."
"Why didn't you call her from the police station?"
"Because you would have left without me. I still can't believe you were going to abandon me. I get mad every time I think
about it."
Should he tell her the truth or not? He clenched his jaw while he thought about it. She'd sounded so disappointed in him, even hurt.
"Look…" he began, and then stopped.
"Yes?"
"Maybe I was going to stay."
"Maybe?" She poked him in his arm. "What does that mean?"
"It means I was gonna stay. Now it's your turn to squirm. How come you decided to leave your super team?"
"Stop calling them that. I'm sure Agent Knolte and the other agents are quite capable of doing a good job."
"Yeah? Then, I repeat, why did you decide to go with me?"
She shrugged. "I thought about what you said, and I agreed. It isn't smart to put all of us together in the same safe house."
"And?"
"And what? Are you waiting for a compliment?"
Before he could tell her the thought hadn't crossed his mind, she said, "Okay, fine. I think I have a better chance of surviving
with you."
"What made you cross over to the dark side?" he asked, grinning. "Did Knolte say or do something that turned you into a rogue agent?"
"I'm not an agent. I'm an analyst, and he didn't say or do anything. I still have complete faith in the Bureau. No one is more loyal than I am."
"Uh-huh," he said. "So why'd you leave?"
She had to think about it for a while. "I'm taking initiative. We're taught to do that at the Bureau."
"Yeah, right," he scoffed. He nodded toward a sign on the side of the two-lane road. "There's a restaurant five miles ahead,"
he said. "I need to make a call too and get us some help."
Mr. Loner was going to ask someone for help? That was a shock.
"Then what?" she asked.
"You can call Carrie, but don't tell her where we're headed."
"How can I? I don't know where we're going."
He picked up the folded paper. "Chief Tyler has a cabin a couple of hours away. It's got a barn, and I can hide the car inside. We'll stay there tonight."
She glanced out the back window once again to make sure they weren't being followed. They hadn't seen another car in a long time, and she realized she was probably being a little paranoid, but she continued to stay on guard. One couldn't be too cautious, she reasoned.