Not-So-Secret

Chapter fifty-seven

JONES HUNG UP the phone and turned to face Lee.

"Well?"

"He's settled, sir. He asked when he could see you. He seemed nervous."

"I would imagine. I'll see him when I'm ready. When he's had time to sweat."

"I told him, sir."

"Good and no one saw you?"

"No, sir. There was no tail. No one at the airport. I took the Pakistani in the back way. It was private."

"Excellent." Jones walked over to his desk, glanced at his calendar. "There's been a change of plans for tonight. I'll be going to the opening of the new review at the Mirage. On your way out, tell Kelly she'll need to be ready at six and tell her to wear the gold dress."

"Yes, sir. She's in her room?"

Jones sat in the chair he'd had specially made from kid leather. He swiveled to his right and pressed a button on his desk. A panel on the far wall lowered slowly, revealing a bank of television monitors. He glanced from screen to screen, searching her bedroom, her living room, her kitchen, even her bath. The suite was empty and silent. No activity in her closet or in the spare room. He looked at his Rolex and frowned. "Find out where she is, would you, Lee? And get back to me."

"Yes, sir." Lee, ever the obedient servant, turned to leave. As he got to the office door, Jones cleared his throat. "And find James for me, would you? His cell phone seems to be on the blink."

Daniel Lee smiled. "Be happy to, sir."