Troubleshooters - Into The Night Part 56

"But you're a doctor," Joan said. "Didn't you have a practice there?"

"In Boston," she said. "Yes, I did."

"And you just... walked away from it, from your whole life and career?"

"I'm still practicing medicine," Kelly said. "Doctors never lack patients. Trust me on that one."

"Did you and Tom even talk for one minute about him moving to Boston?"

"No," Kelly said. "That was never a serious option."

"That doesn't seem very fair."

Kelly smiled. "It's fair."

Joan laughed in disbelief. "How can you say that?"

"Because it is fair. Look, Tom is the most incredible man in the world. He does things that only a few people on this planet are capable of doinga"and he does them for our country. He could make astronomical amounts of money in the private sector, but he chooses to serve. I figure I can do my share, too, by taking on the role of Navy spousea"although, okay, I haven't managed to marry him yet but I'm working on that. Marriage license or not, when you're the wife of a Navy SEAL, Joan, you do things like move when he gets rea.s.signed. G.o.d, I'd fly halfway around the world for a chance to see him for fifteen minutes."

Whoa. "You really love him, don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

Joan sighed. "What if you loved him that much, but you had a career that you absolutely couldn'ta"didn't want toa" give up. What if you were doing research at Harvard and you were only years away from, I don't know, say ... curing childhood cancer?"

Kelly didn't laugh at her, even though it was clear she was trying not to smile. "Or what if you worked in the White House and really loved your job there?" she countered.

Joan rolled her eyes. "I'm that transparent, huh?"

"Mike Muldoon is the sweetest guy I've ever met on any of the teams."

s.h.i.+t. "Obviously our attempts to be discreet have failed miserably. Does everyone know?"

"No. Tom told me about having lunch with you and Mike, and I put two and two together. Don't worrya"I haven't told anyone else. Not even Meg. You didn't get a chance to meet Savannah, did you? Kenny's wife?"

"Kenny?"

"Wildcard Karmody," Kelly explained. "No, I guess you didn'ta"she was out of town that evening you came over. Long story short, she and Ken have been married for close to six months now, and she still lives in New Yorka"which doesn't mean she doesn't love him, because I know she does. She just has other things happening in her life, things that she couldn't just drop the way I could. They're making it work. It's not easy, but they meet in Dallas or Chicago as often as they can. It is possible."

"What are you doing here?"

They both turned to see Tom Paoletti standing behind them. He was looking at Kelly, and he didn't look happy.

Muldoon made sure his lip microphone was off before he dialed Joan's cell phone number.

As he watched, she excused herself from the CO and Kelly Ashton, and dug her cell out of her pocket, flipping it open.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"Hey," he said. "It's the rescue squad. Need a good excuse not to be in the middle of a domestic squabble?"

"It's not exactly a squabble," she said. "He's just really worried about this event, and he's trying to get her to go home without flat-out ordering her to leave. Did you know Meg Nilsson's here, too?"

"Oh, c.r.a.p." They'd made a point of suggestinga"stronglya" that wives and families stay home from this event. Paoletti went as far as setting up an alternate demo date for wives and families. "Is she alone?"

"No, she's got her baby with her." Joan paused. "Cute kid."

"I like kids," Muldoon said. "On the off chance that you were wondering..."

She laughed. "Mike."

"I love you," he said. "In case you were having trouble remembering that. Sleep deprivation can screw up your memory, you know, so I should also probably remind you that you promised to meet me in your hotel room right after this is over."

"No, I did not."

"See? Maybe I should be more explicit, so as to jog your brain cells," he said. "I was planning to come over, and we were going to order room service, and we were going to get very, very naked and take turns licking... Uh..."

Lt. Jazz Jacquette was standing right beside him, listening to every word he was saying, one eyebrow heading toward the sky.

"Gotta go," Muldoon said to Joan. He closed his cell phone with a snap.

"Were you actually making a booty call, Lieutenant?" Jacquette asked in his ba.s.so profundo.

"I know, sir," Muldoon said. "Wrong time and place. It won't happen again."

Jacquette looked at him. "d.a.m.n," he said. "I just lost my bet. I had twenty dollars riding on the fact that you were not entirely human. Stay focused, Lieutenant," he added as he walked away. "Who would've ever thought I'd have to say that to you?"

The President was coming.

The call had just come in on Husaam's cell phone, letting him know that Bryant's entourage was almost here.

Ihbraham was standing pretty close to the stage. If Husaam had really been a religious man, he might've turned around and lefta"leaving Ihbraham's fate in G.o.d's hands.

But he hadn't made it this far in his career by letting someone elsea"even G.o.da"orchestrate the fate of a man who had to die.

He approached a group of bikersa"three men dressed in leather jackets that declared them to be members of h.e.l.l's Angels. Good. They wouldn't be afraid to get into a fight.

"There's a man over there," he said to them in a low voice, pointing to Ihbraham. "An Arab man. He's acting really strange. I'm going to go find one of the Secret Service guysa"I know they're around here somewhere. But will you keep an eye on him? You know, get close to him, make sure he doesn't go anywhere. And if he does anything, just, you know, beat the s.h.i.+t out of him."

"That guy in the blue T-s.h.i.+rt?" one of them asked.

"Yeah," Husaam said. "With the sandals. Don't let him out of your sight. I'll be as fast as I can, but I may have to go all the way back to the gate."

"You got it, chief."

They moved closer to Ihbraham, as Husaam, true to at least part of his word, moved back toward the gates, well out of range of all the weapons he'd helped smuggle onto the base.

"When the President climbs up the stairs," the woman named Myraa"Joan's bossa"told Charlie and Vince for the umpteenth time, "he's going to stop and greet you and your husband. You'll already be on your feeta"everyone will stand when his car pulls up. But if you need to sit down, don't be ashamed or afraid to do it. It's quite warm out today. No heroics, do you understand?"

"Absolutely," Charlie told her. "I'm not a heroa"I'm only the wife of heroes. Did you know that my husband, Chief Vincent DaCosta, was a frogman during the Second World War?"

One of the officers with the fancy uniforma"Admiral Crowleya"turned to face them. "You were a frogman, sir? With the UDTa"the Underwater Demolition Teams?" he asked Vince. He had a craggy face filled with character and lines, but for the briefest of instances, he looked like a wide-eyed little boy.

"I was," Vince replied.

"Where did you serve, Chief?"

"I was in the Pacific from March '44 to the end of the war, sir."

"He also served as a Marine at Tarawa, back in November 1943," Charlie added. "He never bothers to mention that. Or the fact that he was on the team a.s.signed to scout and clear landing zones on mainland j.a.pan. I thank G.o.d every day that the j.a.panese surrendered before that ever got off the ground."

Crowley was looking around at his staff members. "Why didn't we know any of this? Sir, it's an honor and a privilege to meet you." He snapped to attention and saluted.

Vince laughed as he returned Crowley's salute. "That's really not necessary, Admiral. It's been a long time since I've been anything but Vince or Gramps. In fact, I'd prefer it if you called me that. Vince, I mean."

Crowley smiled as he shook Vince's hand. "Call me Chip. I'd love to sit down and talk to you sometime. Can I have my secretary call you and set up a time we can meet for lunch?"

"If you want war stories, Chip, it's best to meet in the afternoon or the evening, after dinner. It's not the kind of conversation that mixes well with food. For me, at least."

Crowley nodded. "Then we'll have to get together twicea" once to share a meal and talk about our grandchildren."

"I'd like that," Vince said.

"Excuse me. The President's going to arrive soon. Since this is my party, I better get ready. I'll look forward to our lunch." Crowley went off to talk to several of the other officers.

Vince looked at Charlie and laughed. "He thinks I'm some kind of hero."

She shook her head in disbelief. "The thing that I don't understand, Vincent, is why you don't."

"We were just scared kids, doing what had to be done," he told her. "That's the way I think of it. The real heroes are the boys who didn't come home."

"My G.o.d," Charlie said. "Is that actually what you believe?"

But he didn't answer because now the other admiral was coming over to meet him and shake his hand.

Mary Lou cleaned the second French fry machine while Aaron the a.s.shole flirted with Brandi, the new girl he was allegedly training to work the cash register.

Kevin was leaning back against the counter, taking a load off. "Lunch rush is going to be nonexistent today. Everyone's over watching the SEALs do their supermen thing."

"Either that or everyone's going to decide they're hungry and need a burger and descend on us all at once." Aaron laughed. "We'll be the ones needing Secret Service protection."

G.o.d, he was a fool. The congealed grease she was cleaning was ten times funnier than he was.

"The area they're in is fenced off from the rest of the base," Kevin said. "They can't get here from there."

"Some fence," Aaron said. "You could go through that thing with a pair of wire cutters in a matter of seconds."

"Yeah, well, look where it is," Kevin pointed out. "Inside a Navy base. Like there's a lot of dangerous terrorists here on base, looking to crash through the fence and a.s.sa.s.sinate the President."

"Good point," Aaron said. "Although some of the sailors I've seen around here are pretty terrifying."

Yuck, yuck, yuck. Like he was such a prize himself. What an a.s.shole.

"Did you say that President Bryant was going to be here?" Brandi asked.

Get out much, new girl? Bryant's impending visit had been a big story on the evening news for the past two weeks. Lord, did only foolish and stupid people work here? Mary Lou had to find a new job.

Maybe she could help Ihbraham do yard work. She could bring along the travel playpen for Haley and work outside all day. She'd probably lose weight. But the cool thing was, if she didn't, Ihbraham wouldn't care.

"Yeah, didn't you see that security by the gate?" Kevin asked Brandi. "You think they would do that for just anyone?"

Mary Lou could become one of those women who went barefoot and wore flowing cotton dresses without a bra. She would help Ihbraham grow flowers in the most beautiful gardens in town. And every day, in the afternoon, when Haley was napping beneath the shade of a tree, they would take a break and make love right there on those wealthy people's patios.

She wondered what Ihbraham looked like naked. Was his skin that same rich color all over? AH over?

"You know, this would be the perfect time and place to a.s.sa.s.sinate Bryant," Aaron said, interrupting her thoughts.

Salacious thoughts, she realized. Who ever would have guessed? "Imagine the uproar it would cause."

"Yeah, but how would you do it?" Kevin asked.

"It would have to be a bomb," Aaron saida"as if he had even the slightest clue what he was talking about. Brandi was looking at him all wide-eyed, like she was actually impressed and thinking about f.u.c.king him. Yeah, that would be a smart move. Sleep with the manager of a fast-food restaurant, and who knows what it'll do for your career. Maybe someday you'll get to work the drive-through window.

"There's no way you could smuggle a gun past that security," Aaron continued. "You couldn't even get a water pistol onto this base today. They checked my car so thoroughly, I was tempted to ask them to vacuum it out while they were at it."

Har har har.

"I guess it would be easier to smuggle a bomb in, but you'd have to do it in pieces," Kevin speculated. "a.s.semble it once you were insidea"and that'd be hard to do. The place is crawling with those dudes from the Secret Service."

"Yeah," Aaron said. "That's the way to goa"smuggle it in way in advance and hide the various pieces around the parade grounds until you're ready to use "em."

Mary Lou dropped the fry basket with a clatter.

"I've got a man in the crowd with some kind of radio in his ear," Jenk said suddenly from his perch at the open door of Seahawk One. "I've been watching him for a while because he's got a baby stroller but no baby. Seemed kind of weird, like, where's his wife and kid? But he's definitely alone."

Sam ordered the helo pilot to take them back around as he moved to Jenk's position. "Where?"

He could see the president's limo pulling up to the dais, the Secret Service surrounding him in a V-pattern as he climbed out of the car and headed toward the back stairs.

"He's in the crowd that's standinga"he's about ten people back, left side of the dais, farthest from where Bryant is right now. White s.h.i.+rt, dark complexion, beard. Stroller, no kid. I guess it's possible that his wife and kid are sitting in the stands."

Sam had him. "Jesus, you have good eyes. I see the stroller, but I can't even tell if this guy has ears, let alone a radio. Someone give me a pair of gla.s.ses."

"He was fussing with it a second ago, sir," Jenk reported as Wildcard tossed Sam a pair of binoculars." 'Course, it could be a hearing aid."

Through the gla.s.ses, the man in question leapt into sharp focus. Sure enough, he was wearing a wire that led from his right ear down into his collar.

"We've got him now, too," Nils reported from the other helo. "That's definitely not a hearing aid. But maybe he's listening to the game."