"So what happens now?"

"We go to Plan B."

"Funny, I didn't know about Plan A until minutes ago, and now we're already onto Plan B. What's Plan B?"

He checked the rearview mirror again before he glanced at her. "I'll let you know when I figure it out."

As Nell got an apple from the car and went back across the clearing toward the cabin, she could feel Crash's eyes on her.

She knew what he was thinking. He was wondering what on earth he was going to do with her.

It didn't matter how many times she protested. It didn't matter how brilliantly she argued with him. He was convinced that he needed to find some kind of haven for her, while he went one-on-one with a man they both knew had killed before to keep his secrets safe.

She sat down next to him on the cabin's front steps. "What's that?" He'd taken several blocks of grey, putty-coloured modeling clay and several spools of wire from one of his gym bags. The clay was soft, so he was easily able to tear it into smaller chunks.

He looked up at her. "It's C-4."

She nearly choked on her apple. "That's an explosive? Don't you need to be really careful with it?"

He gave her one of his rare smiles. "No. It's stable. I could hit it with a hammer if I wanted to. It's no big deal."

She tossed what was left of her apple into the woods. "I remember watching western movies where the bank robbers all sweated bullets when they got out the nitroglycerine."

"We've progressed a long way since those days."

"That depends on your definition of progress." Nell looked around. "It's nice here. So peaceful and quiet. So naturally, you've decided to blow it up."

Crash put down the chunk of C-4 he was working with and kissed her. Of all the things she'd expected him to say or do, a kiss wasn't one of them. It wasn't just a quick kiss, either. It was a very well-planned kiss, as if he'd been thinking about doing it for a good long while.

It was more than just an I-want-your-body kiss. It was filled with a flood of emotions, most too complicated to name, and the rest too risky to acknowledge. He couldn't quite meet her eyes when he pulled away. Instead, he held her close for several long moments, lightly running his fingers through her hair.

"I've been thinking," he finally said.

Nell held her breath, praying that he'd finally come to the realization that what tied them together was uncontrollable and inevitable. He loved her. She knew he loved her. He wouldn't have been able to kiss her that way if he didn't.

"At sundown we're heading back into town. There's a SEAL I know, the executive officer of Alpha Squad. His name's McCoy. He was at the hearing, and he signaled me, you know, with hand signalsa"asked if I was all right. He wasn't like the guys from Team Twelve, ready to help strap me in for the lethal injection without even hearing my side of the story." Crash took a deep breath. "So I'm going to tell Blue McCoy my side of the story and ask him to take care of you. I know that he might feel obligated to turn me in, but I won't give him that opportunity. And I also know if I ask him, he'll make damn sure that you stay safe."

Nell fought her disappointment, keeping her face pressed against his shoulder, breathing in his warm, familiar scent. Those weren't the words she'd wanted to hear. In fact, they were words she hadn't wanted to hear. "Can't we stay here until the morning? Spend one more night together?"

His arms tightened around her. "God, I wish we could." He spoke so quietly, she almost didn't hear him. "But I've already sent Garvin an encoded message, giving him these coordinates. He's up at his home in Carmel right now. By the time he breaks the codea"and I know he won't be able to do that in less than six hoursa"by the time he gets down here, even if he takes a private plane, it'll be dawn."

She straightened up. "Don't you think he's going to take those coordinates and send an army of Sheldon Sarkowskis here to kill you?"

"My message was very clear. If he doesn't make an in-person appearance, I'll evade whoever he does send. I'll disappeara"until I conjure myself up some night in one of the dark corners of his bedroom. And thena"I told hima"I'll show him how a covert-assassination op is done right.

No one will ever know it was mea"except for him. I'll make sure he knows."

Nell shivered. "But you're only bluffing, right? I mean, you wouldn't really just kill him...would you?"

He released her and went back to his work with the C-4 explosives. Silence. A silent affirmative. Dear God, what was he planning to do?

"I know you believe Garvin killed Jake, but Billy, God! What if you're wrong? You'd be killing an innocent man!"

"I'm not wrong. Garvin's credit-card records show him paying for a plane ticket to Hong Kong three days before the fighting started between Sherman and Kim. There's no record of him leaving Hong Kong during that time, but there wouldn't be. He would've paid cash and made sure that any side trips he took wouldn't show up on his passport."

"That's all circumstantial evidence."

He gave her a long look. "Maybe. But when you put them together with a few more facts I dug up, such as that the Hong Kong trip was a week before his wedding to Senator McBride's daughter... He didn't try to claim the trip as a business expense on his tax return, and I find it hard to believe he took a three-day vacation in the middle of the week, five days before his wedding to the daughter of the man who would secure him the Vice Presidential nomination in two years' time."

"Yeah, okay, that looks bad, but it's not proofa""

"I've also found out that Dexter Lancaster has been Mark Garvin's tennis partner for fifteen years."

Nell sat back. "What?"

Crash nodded. "I figure Garvin was being blackmailed by John Sherman for a whilea"probably since he won the senate seat last November. Certainly by the time he attended Jake and Daisy's wedding. My bet is that six months later, after everything hit the fan, Garvin remembered that his pal Dex couldn't take his eyes off you anda""

"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that you think Dexter is somehow involved in Jake's murder?" Nell felt dizzy.

"No." He shook his head. "Actually, I don't. Not knowingly, anyway. But I think if you ask Lancaster, he'll admit that Garvin was the one who urged him to call you. You'll probably also find out that it was Garvin's idea to steer you in the direction of working for Amie and the theatre. You'll also find that the theatre recently received a private donation to help defray the cost of a personal assistant for its directora"Amie. If you want, I'll get my laptop and show you the records that state the name of the donor. Guess who? Mark Garvin."

"But...why?" She didn't understand.

"My thinking is that Garvin was well-connected enough to know that an investigation had been started. He probably knew about the deposition Kim's wife gave, found out Jake would be handling the file. The fact that he was responsible for starting a war wouldn't have gone over real well when the time came to run for Vice President. And that's not even taking into consideration whatever despicable thing he did back in 1972a"whatever Sherman was blackmailing him about. He had a lot to lose."

"Garvin was probably covering his bases by keeping track of you," he continued. "He probably suspected that you and I had something going and figured that keeping track of you could possibly be the only way he'd even remotely keep track of me."

"He must've been disappointed."

"He figureda"correctlya"that I would be his biggest threat if he had to take Jake out. One thing I'm still not sure of, though, is if he knew that I worked for Jake as part of the Grey Group. And if he did know, how did he find out?"

"I haven't said anything to anyone, Billy. I swear it. I wouldn't do that."

"I know you wouldn't."

He was quiet for a moment, but then he looked up at her again. "So all thata"along with his message agreeing to meet mea"makes Garvin look extremely guilty. I still haven't figured out what leverage he used to make Captain Lovett and the Possum sell out. But that's something I may never know."

"You'll definitely never know if you kill Garvin," Nell said hotly. "You'll never get his confession, either. And you may never find the proof you need to clear your name."

He glanced up at her. "Even if I'm cleared of all charges, my good name's gone. It'll always be connected to betrayal, no matter what I do. There's always going to be this cloud of doubt hovering over me. How much did Hawken really know? Why did he let those killers into the admiral's house?" He laughed, but there was no humour in it. "Truth is, I am at least partly responsible for Jake's death."

Nell couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"But this is all moot," he continued. "Garvin is going to show up here at dawn. He's not going to risk having me hunt him downa"particularly since I led him to believe I'd enjoy it. And on top of that," he added, "he knows that I don't have a whole hell of a lot to lose."

He was serious. He honestly didn't believe that despite everything he'd been through, he had more to lose than most men even started with.

"If I agree to go to this SEAL'S house," she said slowly, "What's-his-name's housea"McCoy'sa"then you've got to promise me that you'll be careful."

"I'll be careful," he told her. "But..."

She looked at him in disbelief. "How can you dangle a 'but' off a promise to be careful?"

He wasn't even remotely amused. In fact, when he looked up at her again, his eyes seemed distant, his expression detached. "Whatever happens with Garvina"whoever's left standing when the smoke clearsa"it will mean only one thing to you. If he's the one who's still standing, then you've got to run and hide because you'll be next on his list. But I'm telling you right now that I'm going to do everything humanly possible to make sure that's not going to happen. By this time tomorrow, you're not going to have to worry about Garvin anymore."

Nell stood up, wiping the seat of her pants with her hands. "Good. Then let's make a date to have dinner tomorrow night when you come back froma""

"I won't be coming back," he said quietly.

She stared at him. "But you said-"

"There's no tomorrow night, Nell. Whatever happens with Garvin," he said again, "it won't change the fact that we have no future. I have no future. Even if I live, I won't come back."

Nell was aghast. Won't, he'd said, not can't. Even if he lived, he wouldn't come back. He didn't want to come back for her. "Oh," she said, suddenly feeling very small.

He cursed. "You only wanted one more night, remember? It was sex, Nell. It was great sex, but it wasn't anything more than that. Don't you dare turn it into something that it's not."

She couldn't breathe. "I'm sorry," she somehow managed to say even though there wasn't any air left in her lungs. "I just..." She shook her head.

"I thought I'd made my feelings clear," he said tightly.

"You did," she whispered. He had. He'd been up-front and direct about the impossibility of a relationship right from the very beginning. "I guess I just let my imagination run away with me for a while."

He didn't look up from the work he was doing, building bombs that would allegedly protect him from a man who would go to great lengths to see him dead.

"You still have to promise that you'll be careful," she told him before she turned away.

The colourful lights of a Christmas tree shimmered through the side window of Blue McCoy's house. It was a nice house, quietly unassuming, rather like the man himself.

Crash had driven around the block four times but had seen no sign of surveillance vehicles. He'd finally parked on a different side street, cutting through a neighbour's yard to approach Blue's house from the back.

Blue was at homea"he could see him passing back and forth in front of the kitchen window. Cooking dinner. Crash hadn't known that Blue could cook.

There was a lot he didn't know about Blue McCoy, he realized, crouched there between a pickup truck and a little subcompact car that were parked in the drive alongside the man's house.

He felt Nell shift beside him. "What are we waiting for?"

Good question.

He motioned for her to hang back as he approached the back door. He could tell from one quick glance that the door didn't open into the kitchen, but rather into a smaller areaa"a mud room.

The door was locked, but he had the tools to get through it in about fifteen seconds. It opened and he nodded to Nell, gesturing with his head for her to follow him.

He drew his sidearm and slipped inside the house.

Crash could smell the fragrant aroma of onions sauting. Blue was standing at the counter, with his back to him, chopping green peppers on a cutting board.

He didn't turn around, didn't even stop chopping as he said in his deep Southern drawl, "We missed y'all at Harvard's wedding."

Crash held his weapon on the other man as he spoke from the shadows. "I sent my regrets. I was out of the country."

Blue set down his knife and turned around. His quiet gaze took Crash in from the top of his too-long hair to the tomato-juice stains on the knees of his black BDUs. He focused for about a millisecond on the barrel of Crash's sidearm, but then dismissed it. He knew as well as Crash did that the weapon was a formality. Crash was no more prepared to use it on Blue than he was likely to use it on himself or Nell.

"Ma'am." Blue nodded a greeting at Nell before he turned back to Crash. "Before I invite you in, Hawken, I've got to ask you just one question. Did you kill, or conspire to kill, Admiral Robinson?"

"No."

"Okay." The blond-haired SEAL nodded, turning back to stir the onions that were sizzling in a saucepan on the stove. "I was wondering when you were going to show up. Why don't you sit at the table? Stay low, the window's got no shade."

Crash didn't move.

"I'm guessing you're here because everyone and their dim-witted second cousin is watching Cowboy's place," Blue continued. He laughed as he added the chopped peppers to the pot and stirred the vegetables together. "Every time that boy goes anywhere, there's about four cars behind him. At first he thought it was funny, but now it's kind of getting on his nerves." He turned back to Crash. "So what can I do to help?"

"Wait a sec," Crash said. "Rewind. You ask me one question, and that's it? I say no, I didn't kill Jake, and you're satisfied?"

Blue considered that for a moment, then nodded. "That's right. I just wanted to hear you say what I already knew. Everyone in the Spec War business with half a brain can see as clear as day that you've been set up." He laughed in disgust. "Unfortunately it looks as if Alpha Squad is the only team with more than half a brain these days."

"You understand that by helping me, you'll be an accomplice."

"But you didn't do anything wrong. To believe thata"and I doa"and do nothing to help you... now, that would be a real crime." Blue lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Besides, I figure you wouldn't be here if you weren't close to catching whoever did kill the admiral. Am I right?"

Crash still didn't move. He didn't lower his weapon, he didn't do much more than breathe as Blue added several cans of whole tomatoes and some spices to the saucepan.

Blue glanced at him again. "I can understand how you might be a little paranoid right about now, so I won't take that weapon you're holding on me personally. But I have to tell you thata""

"You may not hold it personally, but I sure as hell do." There, in the door to the dining room, stood a pretty, dark-haired woman wearing a well-tailored pantsuit and holding an automatic pistol in her hand, aimed directly at Crash.

"Lucy will," Blue finished.

Crash hadn't heard her come in. He'd heard no cars approaching or pulling into the driveway. He hadn't heard the front door open or shut.

But of course, she'd been home all along. There'd been two cars in the drive when he'd approached. He'd made the mistake of assuming that simply because Blue was cooking dinner, his wife wasn't home.

That would teach him to make assumptions based on gender-role stereotypes in the future. Except he didn't have a future.

Crash lifted his sidearm higher, holding it on Blue. "Please put down your weapon, Mrs. McCoy."

The brunette's mouth tightened. "I'm going to count to three, and if you don'ta""

Blue moved, crossing the kitchen in two very long steps, stepping directly in front of his wife's deadly-looking pistol.

"Everything's fine," he said to her, gently pushing the barrel down toward the floor. "You can put that away. Hawken's a friend of mine."

"Everything's not fine! There's a man in our kitchen holding a gun on you!"

"He'll put it away."

"I can't do that," Crash said tightly.