There were a couple of shooters firing pistols, and they saw Julio in the sixth lane, blasting away at a holographic target with his old Army-issue Beretta. He had fitted the pistol with Crimson Trace laser sights, built right into the grip, and that had improved his shooting somewhat. With the built-ins, all you had to do was point the weapon, you didn’t have to line up the notch-and-post, and you could shoot as well from the hip as from the classical sight-picture pose. When it was properly calibrated, your bullets would hit wherever the little red dot was when you squeezed the trigger. Yeah, you still had to be able to hold the weapon steady, but it was a distinct advantage for older eyes.
Julio, who had talked him into his current sidearm, a Phillips & Rodgers Model 47, also called “Medusa,” had been trying to get Howard to put the laser grips on that. So far, however, Howard had resisted. They weren’t that expensive, a few hundred dollars, which was cheap when it was your life on the line, but Howard had an old-fashioned streak running through him that made him slow to adopt such things — at least for his personal use.
Julio finished cooking off a magazine, looked up, and saw them. He smiled. “Hey, Tyrone. How’s the leg?”
“Doing just fine now, Lieutenant.”
Julio looked at Howard. “You told him to call me that, didn’t you? Have to keep rubbing it in.”
“Well, I figured you might as well get some use out of the title. In no time at all, you’ll be a captain.”
“Might as well be hung for a sheep as a goat,” Julio said.
“Might as well. You okay with Tyrone shooting a few with us today? He’s never been much interested in handguns, and I thought he might like to see how hard they are to score with compared to a rifle.”
“Why would I object to that, sir? I mean, compared to the way the general does it, even a first-timer who didn’t know the muzzle from the butt could hardly do any worse.”
“A general could have a lieutenant shot for such sass,” Howard said.
“Yes, sir, but the only general I know? He’d have to have somebody else do it for him, otherwise he’d waste a whole lot of the taxpayers’ money on ammo before he scored a hit.”
Tyrone laughed, and Howard grinned again. Twenty-odd years of soldiering together gave him and Julio a camaraderie that was way past commander and enlisted man, at least when there wasn’t anybody else around, and Tyrone was family, so he didn’t count.
“Well, let’s just see, Lieutenant, if your mouth is writing checks your butt can’t cash, shall we?”
“Yes, sir. You want me to use my left hand? Stand on one foot?”
“Why? You still owe me ten bucks from last time when you used both your hands and feet. I’m not the least bit worried.”
Julio smiled.
Guru was watching the baby — having a live-in baby-sitter was a gift from God, no doubt — and Toni took the opportunity to go for a ride on Alex’s recumbent trike. He usually kept the three-wheeler at work, but she’d had him bring it home so she could get back into shape. Since the baby had been born, there never seemed to be enough time to work out, and while she had kept up with her silat practice, she had gained an inch on her thighs and hips she just couldn’t seem to get rid of, no matter how many times she did her djurus. She could get a pretty good burn pumping the pedals, and the trike would allow her to hit the muscles from a different angle than the martial arts moves did. She hoped.
Of course, riding a trike in Washington traffic was an invitation to serious bodily harm, even with strobe flashers and a bright orange pennant flying from a tall whip antenna eight feet up. She had promised Alex she would use the new bike lanes and paths winding in and out of the park not far from their house. She had also chosen to go out in the middle of the morning on a weekday. That was the best time to go out, since there was hardly anybody using them.
She was on a straight stretch that ran for about half a mile along the fenced border of the park. Nobody was in sight, and the paved path was dry. It was cloudy, but still muggy, and the sweat drenched her bike shorts and T-shirt as she upshifted into high gear and began to do some serious cranking on the pedals. The trike was very stable on a straightaway, and the brakes were good, so she wasn’t worried.
The warm afternoon air blew past at a speed somewhere about thirty-five miles an hour by the time she peaked, pedaling as hard as she could, and she started to slow down three hundred meters from the end of the run. Trying to take that curve at this speed would have her eating macadam in a hurry.
Her legs burned, but that was what she wanted.
Since Guru had come to live with them, Toni could have gone back to work full-time, but she hadn’t. Nor had she wanted to. The baby came first, even though he was not really a baby anymore. He was walking, talking, turning into a little boy more and more every day. He was smart, quick, and beautiful, and even leaving him alone for a few hours was hard. Yes, there were times when she enjoyed the break. And yes, she missed work, because it challenged her in ways staying home did not. Still, if push came to shove and she had to make a choice, she’d be a housewife and mother.
Fortunately, it hadn’t come to that. When your husband was your boss, you could be flexible. Besides, since she’d retired from the mainstream FBI job, she was technically a “consultant,” which apparently satisfied the legal department…
Her com chimed. She was down to a fairly safe speed now, so she pulled the phone’s clip from her shorts’ hem. The caller ID sig told her who it was.
“Hey, babe,” she said.
“Hey,” Alex said. “Where are you?”
“Riding the trike.”
“Oh, good.”
“What does that mean? You think I need to ride it? That I’m fat?”
There was a long pause.
She laughed. “I’m just kidding, Alex. You are so easy.”
“Yeah, right. I’ve been down this road too many times before, thank you very much. You are not fat. I was merely expressing happiness that you could get out and enjoy yourself. It’s supposed to rain later today.”
“So I heard. What’s up?”
“I’ve got to fly to New York for a meeting with the director and the Home Defense folks. Should be a quick turnaround, I’m catching the bureau’s Lear, so I won’t have to wait in the lines for a commercial flight. I should be home for dinner, but just in case I’m running late, I wanted you to know.”
“Thanks, sweetie. You be careful.”
“I will be. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
After he discommed, Toni tucked the phone away and concentrated on her triking. She was glad Alex wasn’t taking the shuttle. It had been a while since any bad terrorist stuff had happened on the planes, but after the really nasty events of 2001 and some of the ugly ones since, flying just wasn’t the same.
Sure, everyone did it, and mostly they tried to put it out of their minds. Life was full of risk. You could get run over just crossing the street. Still, she always had a twinge of worry every time Alex flew, even on the company jet. Yes, there were sky marshals on most flights; yes, as a federal agent, Alex could carry his taser; and yes, he finally had some skill in fighting. But as everybody knew, against a suicidal fanatic, all bets were iffy.
They would have to get to the root of the cause to stop it, and some of the world’s grudges went back thousands of years. How do you change the attitude of somebody whose people had grown up hating since the days when they were building pyramids?
Slowly. Very slowly. Meanwhile, you kept your guard up and if somebody did try something, you flattened them. The price of liberty was vigilance.